Seeing Mu Qian and Huo Jinxi leaving, Rong Qingzi looked at Mr. Huo and asked calmly: "What happened?"
Mr. Huo originally watched the two of them go out together happily. When he heard these words, he slowly suppressed his smile and looked at Rong Qingzi.
After a moment of silence, Mr. Huo first asked his aunt to take the aggrieved Huo Qiran away, and then said to Rong Qingzi: "I'm not telling you, Qianqian was by your side in those years, and you even gave birth to a child by her, and the child died.
You don’t know anything about such a big thing, how on earth did you become a mother?”
"She is old enough to have children, and I have no control over those things." Rong Qingzi replied calmly, "Everyone is a free individual, and there are no rules stipulating how parents and children should behave."
After hearing this, Mr. Huo suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed his chest.
Seeing this, Rong Qingzi hurriedly stepped forward to support him, "How are you? I just said a word, do you deserve to be so excited?"
"You know what I don't like to hear, so don't be angry with me." Mr. Huo said, "Qianqian has suffered so much and suffered so much. If you don't feel sorry for her, I feel sorry for her!"
Rong Qingzi also obeyed Mr. Huo, but said: "Am I learning to change? It was you who used the past to accuse me...Besides, she is now hurt by your own grandson, and we people don't care.
what?"
After hearing this, Mr. Huo couldn't help but sigh again: "I just hope Qianqian is really happy."
Rong Qingzi listened and said no more.
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Mu Qian was pulled out by Huo Jinxi. After getting into the car, the driver drove the car towards the city center.
"Hey, don't think about just going to a jewelry store and buying a ring and putting it on my hand to propose marriage." Mu Qian turned to look at Huo Jinxi, "I won't accept it if you're so insincere!"
Huo Jinxi turned to look at her, "Then what should I do to be sincere?"
Mu Qian touched her chin and thought for a while, then stretched out two fingers with shining eyes: "How about two Yunshan villas?"
Yunshan Villa is almost considered the most high-end residential complex in Tongcheng in the eyes of ordinary people. It is admittedly slightly inferior to private residences such as the Huo Family Mansion designed by Huo Jinxi himself, but it was sold in an earlier transaction.
The sky-high price of nearly 100 million is enough to astonish people.
After hearing this, Huo Jinxi only glanced at her coldly.
This arrogant expression probably meant that that kind of house was out of the question, so Mu Qian was eager to ask, "Then let's go see the house now?"
Huo Jinxi ignored her.
The car did not drive to Yunshan Villa, but to Exhibition Road, which has the most artistic atmosphere in the city center.
This is an old-style building in the oldest urban area of Tongcheng. It has been completely preserved and has become a street with the strongest artistic atmosphere in Tongcheng. Tongcheng Museum, Tongcheng Concert Hall, several auction houses, and various art museums opened by many humanistic elites gather here.
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The car stopped at the door of one of the quaint gray buildings. Mu Qian stuck her head out and looked at it, then turned to ask Huo Jinxi: "Is the house here valuable?"
Huo Jinxi glanced at her and said, "Only for rent, not for sale."
Mu Qian was a little unhappy, "Then what are we doing?"
Huo Jinxi got out of the car, then came forward and opened her car door, and stretched out his hand towards her.
He had always been self-centered, and it was not easy for him to show such gentlemanly demeanor. Mu Qian stared at his hand for a few seconds, and finally handed her hand over with a smile.
Huo Jinxi took Mu Qian's hand and stepped forward. The person in charge of management had already come to greet them. After saying hello, he opened the door for the two of them.
Different from the simple appearance of the building, as soon as you walk in, you will see an atmospheric high-ceiling space, surrounded by spiral staircases distributed along the house line. It is ingeniously decorated with green bamboo elements, creating a very Chinese-style spatial artistic conception.
There is a picture frame hanging in the most conspicuous place when entering the door. On the wall along the stairs, there are also picture frames of different sizes and carefully arranged.
Although the picture frames were still covered with cloth, Mu Qian could tell that this was probably a gallery, and judging from the style, it was a Chinese painting gallery.
She was stunned at the door for a moment, but her heart began to beat wildly uncontrollably.
Mu Qian went up the stairs at the door, took down the canvas covering the first painting, and saw a landscape painting with a very familiar brushwork.
Mu Qian quickly lowered her head to look at the signature, and sure enough she saw a very familiar title and seal - Mu Huaian.
She was stunned for a moment, then continued walking up and uncovered the next painting.
It was a painting of flowers and birds. It was not large, but extremely vivid and detailed. The signature was also written by Mu Huaian.
Later, Mu Qian opened the canvases one by one and saw those she had seen before and those she had never seen before, but they were all landscape paintings, pine and crane paintings, hundred flowers paintings, and the Four Gentlemen written by Mu Huaian.
picture.
She walked around this unfamiliar space, but she was completely immersed in the familiar painting style and artistic conception, almost unable to extricate herself.
Huo Jinxi always stood at the entrance, quietly watching Mu Qian walking indoors.
Mu Qian carefully looked at the paintings arranged in sequence from beginning to end, and then from end to end, before she suddenly came back to her senses.
She slowly walked up to Huo Jinxi and raised her eyes to look at him, "How did you do that?"
Huo Jinxi did not answer, but looked at the unopened painting at the entrance.
Mu Qian followed his line of sight, then turned and stepped forward, carefully uncovering the last painting.
The canvas slowly fell, and she saw her hair, her forehead, her eyes... Finally, she saw herself.
It was the last painting created by Mu Huaian. The style was freehand and the brushwork was simple. The painting was almost only made of smudges. With just a few strokes, the girl's bright and smiling appearance was outlined.
That was her when she was ten years old, her father's painting.
She has seen this painting, and she once owned this painting.
She had seen most of the paintings here before, but in the end they were scattered in the sea of people.
Not long after Mu Huaian's death, Rong Qingzi sold all his paintings, including the portrait of her when she was ten years old, and no one knew where they were.
But at this moment, these paintings reappeared in front of her in such an incredible way.
"How did you do it?" She spoke again, her voice was hoarse, but she was still repeating the previous question, "How did you do it?"
She clearly knew the answer, but it all felt too much like a dream. She couldn't believe that such a dreamy ending could exist in reality.
Huo Jinxi did not answer her question, but said: "Starting from New Year's Day, a three-month art exhibition will be held here. Three months later, this place will be renamed Huai'an Painting Hall, and you will be responsible for running it.
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Mu Qian stood blankly in front of her portrait. After listening to what Huo Jinxi said, she smiled in a daze. When she looked at Huo Jinxi again, she suddenly stretched out her hand and hugged him tightly.