Du Xulang is just a string of data compiled by the Lord God, he is not like himself, he is an immortal soul, how could he follow him? Men, it's normal to smoke a cigarette, and it's normal to have similar little gestures.
Zhou Yun Sheng persuaded himself like this, and his heart was bitter and unspeakable.
However, it didn't take long for him to worry about anything else. Fu Xuan called him and repeatedly urged him to submit the works of the oil painting award as soon as possible, with a tone of urgency that could not be concealed.
Fu Xuan is a famous figure in the oil painting department with a solid background. His father is the president of the Chinese Painting and Calligraphy Association in C, and his mother is an internationally renowned oil painter who is good at landscape painting. Her masterpiece "Mai Lang" was auctioned at a high price of 7.5 million at Jiadeli Auction House. Fu Xuan has inherited the excellent genes of his parents since he was a child. He held his own personal painting exhibition at the age of six. He started from a higher starting point than anyone else in painting.
But the case of Shang Zhongyong is not uncommon. Unfortunately, Fu Xuan is the most typical one. Due to his premature success, he began to be conceited, and coupled with the swarms of followers, he gradually lost his aggressiveness.
Painting skills need to be polished. Without a brush for a long time, inspiration and skills will dry up with the passage of time. When Fu Xuan found that he could no longer draw even a horizontal line standing in front of the drawing board, he finally panicked.
But instead of forcing himself to pick up the paintbrush, his response was to hire gunmen. As long as the homework or entry assigned by the tutor, he will let others do it for him. There are many talented students from poor families in the oil painting department. Fu Xuan found the most reliable one. One of them contributed money and the other contributed, and the hatchback was cheap. He even called him to go to the senior year and became one of the best students in the eyes of the tutor. one.
But this time, the International Oil Painting Awards is only held every five years and is one of the most important competitions in the art world. Fu Xuan's gunman also got a spot. He wanted to take this opportunity to become famous in one fell swoop, so he naturally rejected him. Fu Xuan couldn't, after thinking about it, he hit Wei Xiyan with his idea.
Wei Xiyan has a closed personality, keeps a low profile, and has few contacts with his classmates. Naturally, Fu Xuan didn't know his family background, and he thought he was just an orphan whose parents died, so he copied his paintings. That painting was Wei Xiyan's venting work after being abandoned by the Ning family. It poured out all his unwillingness, pain, desire and sadness, breaking his usual steady style, perfecting the beauty of classicism and the freedom of abstraction. The combination is amazing.
With this masterpiece, Wei Xiyan had the opportunity to become one of the best oil painters in the world. But Fu Xuan stole his achievements and took him to court for infringement.
Wei Xiyan, who was kicked out of the Ning family, was naturally unable to fight back, and had to reach an out-of-court settlement with Fu Xuan, promising to quit the oil painting industry forever. No longer able to pick up the beloved brush, Wei Xiyan's pain can be imagined, so he lost the courage to live.
Now Zhou Yunsheng is a day student, and his paintings are all in the studio of Ning's house, and he is not with his brothers and sisters. It is difficult for Fu Xuan to plagiarize even if he wants to. Seeing that the deadline for submitting works was getting closer and closer, he finally became anxious, and made several calls in a row, tricking Zhou Yunsheng into saying that the tutor asked him to accept the works of his juniors and juniors.
Zhou Yun Sheng agreed well, and his eyes darkened after hanging up the phone.
He carefully looked at the works on the easel, and made some corrections that he was not satisfied with. When the paint was dry, he took it to Ning Sinian's study.
Today is the weekend, and Ning Sinian is working from home. He carefully reviewed the thick documents, checked the surveillance every ten minutes, and found that the boy was standing in front of the drawing board as usual, drawing, and he felt very at ease. The boy will not go anywhere, he will always stand there waiting for himself.
The thought came so suddenly, but it made him feel very happy.
When he returned to his senses, the studio was already empty, and a familiar sense of anxiety flooded into his heart. If he encounters such a situation in the company, he will immediately call Zhao Jun to find it. But today on vacation, he decided to go by himself.
Just after putting down the document, the door rang, and Ning Sinian asked impatiently, "Who is it?"
"It's me." The boy's voice was clear and sweet.
Ning Sinian stiffened for a moment, then immediately turned off the surveillance video on the computer, put the messy folders in order, stopped when he walked to the door, and straightened the glass door of the bookcase. After confirming that he was handsome, he opened the door with a smile, "Xiyan, come in quickly."
He naturally took the young boy Haobai's wrist and brought him to the two-seater sofa. He wanted to pour a cup of coffee, but somehow he felt that it was not right, so he ran to the kitchen downstairs and poured a cup of milk, which was served carefully after it was hot.
Zhou Yun Sheng was so comfortable being served by him, but he had a flattered expression on his face, with red cheeks and a pair of clear and moist peach blossom eyes, the fascinated Ning Sinian could hardly hold back.
Suppressing the restlessness in his heart, Ning Sinian sat next to the boy and asked softly, "Xiyan is looking for me for something?"
"Yeah." Zhou Yun Sheng glanced at him timidly, pursed his thin rosy lips and said softly, "I want to participate in the oil painting awards."
"Oil painting award? I know this, is there no quota? I'll call you immediately to get one for you, and go straight to the final review." How could Ning Sinian miss the opportunity to make a great contribution, with his fingertips already skilled in dialing A string of numbers is given, and it is about to be pressed.
The Ning Consortium is the biggest sponsor of this art event, and it is easy to get a final jury quota.
"No, it's not." Zhou Yun Sheng quickly took his arm, his face flushed with anxiety, "I already have a quota."
Ning Sinian took him into his arms, and while stroking his soft hair, he suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked, "Why is that?"
Dead pervert, the means of eating tofu is simply superb. Zhou Yun Sheng gritted his teeth secretly, lowered his head and said vaguely, "Can I send this painting for trial?"
Only then did Ning Sinian notice a 22×14 picture frame at his feet. He lifted the protective cover, and Ning Wangshu's small baby face appeared in front of him.
The little child squatted on the ground, wearing a very wide white shirt with the sleeves rolled up high, and raised two short, fat hands to let the painter watch his palms covered in paint. At his feet is a canvas full of tiny handprints, which, in his eyes, is clearly a masterpiece, which is why he smiles so brightly that it can't even match the dappled sunlight smeared in the background.
The painter engraves the love and tenderness of the heart into every stroke, and the warm tones almost occupy the entire canvas. Hope, joy, tranquility, and full of vigor and happiness hit the face while unveiling the canvas. come.
Ning Sinian was stunned. He almost forgot when was the last time he saw his son's smiling face.
"Can I take this painting for trial?" Zhou Yun Sheng lightly touched his arm.
Ning Sinian finally regained his senses and blinked his sour eyes, "Yes, of course." He was silent for a moment, then added, "When will you help me paint a portrait too?"
He never admits that he even eats his son's jealousy.
"Yeah." Zhou Yun Sheng nodded, carefully covering the protective cover over the picture frame.
When Fu Xuan saw Zhou Yunsheng who came to hand in the work, it was like seeing a savior. He opened the canvas and looked at it for a long time. He learned that the child in the painting was just a fictional imagination, and finally he was relieved. He knew that this painting would stand out. It was so dynamic, full of verve and emotion, a work of painstaking effort poured out with love.
The unconcealed greed in his eyes made Zhou Yun Sheng know that he had fallen into a trap.
When he got home, Ning Wangshu was taking a nap, Zhou Yun Sheng helped him tuck up the quilt, kissed his red cheek again, and whispered, "I'm sorry, I took advantage of you. But I will accompany you to protect you for the rest of my life, until you Get old."
Gently returning to the room, Ning Sinian called and asked him about his whereabouts throughout the day, including who he met, what he said, and what he did. His increasingly strong desire for control and possessiveness made Zhou Yun Sheng laugh and laugh.
"Xiyan, Xiyan, are you inside?" Zhao Xinfang's shout came from outside the door.
Zhou Yun Sheng hung up the phone, quickly changed into his home clothes, opened the door and looked at each other quietly.
Zhao Xinfang put on light makeup, highlighting a pair of large and bright almond eyes. It was late autumn, but she was still wearing a pure white suspender skirt. The neckline was deliberately pulled down to hide her deep cleavage, and she had long, fair legs. Slightly close together in a sexy posture, her figure becomes more and more enchanting.
Are you ready to seduce yourself? Pull yourself into the quagmire of adultery? Zhou Yun Sheng's eyes flickered slightly.
Zhao Xinfang was quite proud when he saw that the boy had clearly begun to avoid his gaze. She understands men's inferiority too well, and her methods are old-fashioned. Even a master like Ning Sinian who lingers in the flowers can handle it, not to mention a pure-hearted teenager like Wei Xiyan. Like Wei Xiyan, a child with an autistic character who has both parents died, most yearns for the warmth of motherhood. As long as she smiles a little and says a few words of love, the other party will obediently let her take whatever she wants.
Wei Xiyan's parents left him a huge inheritance. Although it is not comparable to the Ning's consortium, it is enough for an ordinary person to eat and drink for several lifetimes. Zhao Xinfang thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to make Wei Xiyan his servant under his skirt for his own use.
Not only women, but also men will never forget their first love. Zhao Xinfang is about to become Weixiyan's first time.
"Sister-in-law, what are you doing?" Zhao Xinfang forced Zhou Yunsheng to retreat to the corner of the wall. There was a camera on the top of his head and the bookcase on the left. The picture was so clear that he could even give a close-up.
Zhao Xinfang didn't realize it, he put his hands on the walls on both sides of the boy's cheeks, and rubbed against him with his plump breasts, his voice was lazy and charming, "I feel bad in my heart, I want to talk to you for a while. Your eldest brother is not at home all day, I It's lonely to be alone."
Zhou Yun Sheng took a deep breath, his cheeks flushed red, and then his neck shrank and he was about to get under Zhao Xinfang's armpit.
"What are you afraid of? Afraid that I will eat you?" Zhao Xinfang was amused, grabbed him back, pinched his chin and kissed him. The kiss was short-lived, but it was pushed away in two seconds by the boy who was struggling violently. With tears in his eyes, he rushed straight into the bathroom and vomited into the toilet, almost vomiting out bile.
Damn, that's why he wouldn't like women anyway.
A camera was installed on the ceiling of the bathroom, which was quietly filming this scene.
Zhao Xinfang's face turned green and white, and he didn't expect that the other party would react like this when he was killed. Shouldn't normal people hold her on the ground and do whatever they want? Embarrassed, angry, but even more panicked, she walked to the door and threatened, "Wei Xiyan, if you dare to tell Sinian what happened today, I will tell him that you intend to rape me. I am his wife, you are just A wild species of unknown origin, you see who he will choose to believe."
The teenager froze, then lay down on the toilet and shivered, as if afraid and crying. After Zhao Xinfang left for a long time, he slowly raised his head, revealing an extremely pale face and red eyes.