After the first snowfall, it seems like winter has truly entered.
Winter is a lazy season, but Mu Qian, who has been lazy for half a year, only started to be busy again when winter came.
The Painting Hall is preparing for a new art exhibition. This time, the art exhibition will be held at the famous Tongcheng Art Museum, and the theme is an exhibition of works by traditional Chinese painting masters.
Among them are famous paintings by various traditional Chinese painting masters during the Republic of China. As for contemporary paintings, there are also paintings by Fang Miao, Mu Huaian and others.
This art exhibition was proposed by Wen Yu, the manager of the painting studio. Mu Qian strongly agreed upon hearing this, and immediately customized the plan and started various aspects of work.
Admittedly, nowadays, it is a little too early to put Mu Huaian, Fang Miao and other Chinese painting masters in the same exhibition hall, but in Mu Qian's view, Mu Huaian's artistic attainments are not inferior at all, absolutely.
Have such qualifications.
The goals and ambitions that he was unable to achieve during his lifetime were now achieved by her herself.
It is precisely because of this that Mu Qian devoted himself fully to this art exhibition, running back and forth between the organizer and the exhibitors, trying his best to get more famous paintings to participate in the exhibition.
As soon as work becomes busy, Mu Qian will inevitably feel short-changed in family life.
Huo Qiran was quite critical of this, but after hearing that Mu Qian was busy for her grandfather, who had died many years ago, Huo Qiran was very sensible and said nothing more.
This busyness lasted until late December, when Mu Qian gradually distributed the work at hand and took a proper rest.
After all, it was Christmas in two days, which was the wedding day of Ye Jinfan and Lu Tang. How could she not recharge her batteries and attend their wedding in the best condition?
In a rare free afternoon, Mu Qian returned home early.
The aunt was preparing dinner in the kitchen, and Mr. Huo was sitting on the sofa watching TV. Suddenly he saw her coming back, and he paused slightly, and then said: "What happened today? You came back so early? Has the sun come out in the west?
?”
"The sun didn't shine today." Mu Qian replied, walked to the sofa, sat down next to the old man, and leaned on his shoulder, "Grandpa, I'm exhausted."
"You know you're tired?" Mr. Huo said, "That's okay. I thought you were so busy that you didn't know anything."
Mu Qian suddenly noticed something from his words, raised her head and glanced at him, "Grandpa, this roundabout style is not suitable for you."
After hearing this, Mr. Huo nodded slightly and said, "Then let me test you. What's the date today?"
"No. 21."
"What about tomorrow?"
"number 22."
"What about yesterday?"
Mu Qian frowned suddenly, "On the 20th... where are you taking the primary school entrance examination?"
"Well, the 20th." Mr. Huo looked at her with a smile, "What day is the 20th?"
"What day is it?" Mu Qian was a little confused, "December 20th..."
She frowned and thought for a moment. When she suddenly remembered something, her expression suddenly changed.
Mr. Huo raised his hand and knocked her, "Finally remembered?"
Mu Qian stiffly laughed twice: "It's my wedding anniversary with Huo Jinxi..."
"How can you forget such a day?" Mr. Huo asked, "Everyone in the world remembers it, but you are the only one who doesn't remember it. Do you think it's appropriate?"
"He's very busy, and Huo Jinxi didn't remind me..." Mu Qian muttered in defense, and suddenly remembered something, "No wonder when I came back at midnight yesterday, there was a set of jewelry on the dressing table. I thought Huo
Jin Xi gave it to me on a whim..."
The more she spoke, the more she felt guilty, and couldn't help but pick her fingers, "Did he originally plan to celebrate with me?"
"Don't he know that you are busy?" Mr. Huo said, "I thought you would have some conscience and think of it and go home early, but who knows you haven't even thought of it until today!"
"Then why didn't he tell me?" Mu Qian said, "If he told me, I could come back sooner..."
"You don't know how much he indulges you and lets you go?" Mr. Huo asked back.
After hearing this, Mu Qian was quiet for a moment, then suddenly turned her head to look at Mr. Huo, "He was not like this before. He has indeed become more and more crazy recently..."
Mr. Huo heard her choice of words, glanced at her and asked, "Then do you like his madness or not?"
Mu Qian curled her lips and said, "I think it would be more normal for him to be cold, ruthless and perverted -"
As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Qian suddenly realized something was wrong.
It was winter, and the room was clearly heated, but there was a sudden chill on the back of her neck.
Mu Qian suddenly turned around and saw Huo Jinxi walking down the stairs holding a cup.
He seemed to have just glanced at her lightly, with no expression on his face, but the chill on Mu Qian's body became more and more obvious.
She hurriedly touched Mr. Huo, but Mr. Huo seemed to feel nothing. He cleared his throat and concentrated on watching TV.
Huo Jinxi went straight to the kitchen, poured himself a cup of coffee, then turned around and came out. He looked at Mu Qian and said slowly, "You're back? Do you want me to put some water in for you to take a bath?"
His tone was calm and his words were rare and gentle, but Mu Qian felt an inexplicable chill all over her body.
As expected, she still couldn't adapt to Huo Jinxi like this.
"No need." Mu Qian said, "I don't want to take a shower yet."
"Come up here, I have a gift for you." Huo Jinxi said.
Any more gifts?
Mu Qian felt guilty and defensive, so she followed Huo Jinxi upstairs and asked Mr. Huo for help with her eyes.
However, Mr. Huo kept pretending that he could not see anything, so Mu Qian had no choice but to go upstairs.
After going upstairs, he walked into Huo Jinxi's study.
Huo Jinxi sat in a chair, pulled her in front of him, turned on the computer screen and faced her, "Aren't you going to hold an art exhibition soon? I happen to know a Chinese painting collector, and this is the catalog of paintings he has.
I can lend you three paintings."
After hearing this, Mu Qian quickly moved closer to the computer and looked at it carefully.
The other party is indeed a collector that Huo Jinxi knows. The collection of paintings on hand actually includes several masterpieces. If any one is displayed, they will be priceless.
After the surprise, Mu Qian couldn't help but feel more guilty.
She turned to look at Huo Jinxi, "Do you really want to give me such a good gift?"
"What are you doubting?" Huo Jinxi asked.
Mu Qian hesitated for a moment and then spoke cautiously: "I forgot our wedding anniversary..."
"Yeah." Huo Jinxi responded lightly.
"I saw your gift and didn't think about it."
"Um."
"I didn't prepare a gift for you either." Mu Qian said.
Huo Jinxi still looked at her calmly, "So what?"
"Aren't you supposed to be very angry and annoyed?" Mu Qian said, "I'd rather you face me with a cold face, okay?"
After hearing this, Huo Jinxi reached out his hand and gently touched her chin, and slowly said -
"You like me to be cold, ruthless and perverted, right?"
Mu Qian hesitated for a moment and nodded slowly.
Huo Jinxi slowly came forward and said in a deep voice, "I don't want to."
After he finished speaking, he opened his mouth slightly and took Mu Qian's earlobe in his mouth.
After realizing that she was being played, Mu Qian became furious and decided to fight him!
…
After this fight, Mu Qian's back ached and her vitality was greatly weakened. She leaned against Huo Jinxi's arms and did not want to move.
It wasn't until Huo Qiran came home from school that Mu Qian cheered up and got up again.
She had been busy for a long time and was rarely at home today. After dinner, the family enjoyed family time in the small living room upstairs.
Huo Qiran had saved a bunch of things to share with Mu Qian, as well as his latest painting skills, which he couldn't wait to show to Mu Qian.
When all the display tools were ready, Huo Qiran suddenly found that he had run out of red watercolors.
"There is it on the bookshelf in my room." Mu Qian said, "Go and get it yourself."
After hearing this, Huo Qiran immediately jumped up and ran happily towards Mu Qian's room.
It was just a few steps, just to pick up a watercolor, but it took him more than two minutes.
When he came out, what he held in his hand was not a watercolor, but a painting book that did not match his body shape at all.
"Mom, whose picture book is this?" Huo Qiran asked as he walked out.
Mu Qian was looking down at his picture album when he suddenly heard the word "picture book" and raised his head. When he saw the thing in Huo Qiran's hand, his expression suddenly changed.
"Put that thing back for me!" Mu Qian said anxiously, "Aren't you going to get the watercolors? Why are you looking through the things in my room?"
After hearing this, Huo Qiran was a little hesitant and didn't know what to do.
Huo Jinxi raised his eyes, glanced at Mu Qian's unnatural state, and said to Huo Qiran, "Bring it here, daddy, take a look."
"Don't take it over!" Mu Qian said.
One of his parents let him take it, but the other refused to let him take it. Huo Qiran was a little confused for a while and didn't know what to do.
Mu Qian stood up quickly, stepped forward and took the drawing book from Huo Qiran's hand. Just as she put it behind her back to educate Huo Qiran, her hand was suddenly empty.
She turned around in a hurry, and Huo Jinxi had already taken the picture book away from her hand.
"Hello--"
Mu Qian still wanted to stop him, but Huo Jinxi had already opened the picture book.
The only painting in the painting book is a warm and gorgeous watercolor painting.
Warm colors are mostly used in the painting, and the overall tone is warm and soft yellow, which is the color of street lamps——
The dim yellow street lights illuminated the sky full of snow. Among the snowflakes, there was a tall man and a tall woman, holding a small child together as they walked together through a long and silent street.
"Ah, this is me!" Huo Qiran stretched out his hand and pointed at the small back, and then pointed at the back of the man and the woman next to him, "This is dad, this is mom - so beautiful, was it painted by mom?
"
Mu Qian couldn't help but stretched out her hands to cover her face.
Huo Jinxi quietly stared at the painting in his hand for a long time.
It was painted by her.
He was very familiar with her painting style, and this painting was definitely written by her.
Ye Xi once told him that she had stopped painting since she left Tongcheng eight years ago, because every time she drew a pen, he was the one who was drawn, so she gave up painting completely.
After returning to Tongcheng, she occasionally picked up a paintbrush just to teach Huo Qiran, but she never painted a painting seriously.
Now, she finally picked up the paintbrush again and painted such a picture.
There is past, present and future in the painting.
At this point, she could finally let go of her past worries, which was the greatest satisfaction for him.
"So you prepared a gift." Huo Jinxi said slowly, "Why did you hide it?"
Mu Qian couldn't help but frown and look at him - she really didn't want this painting to be exposed to anyone, not even Huo Jinxi and Huo Qiran, she didn't want them to see it.
It’s really too childish! It doesn’t fit her character at all!
But it happened that——
"I like this painting very much." Huo Jinxi said, "I accepted it."