Wen Fenglin got off the taxi and stood at the grand and elegant door, his face full of emotion.
Ruyi Painting Association.
There is a gathering every three years, and the time of each gathering is not fixed.
This time, Wen Fenglin received a temporary notice and also came to Fujian to participate in the event because of Ou Ming's matter.
As soon as I got off the car, I saw several luxury cars parked in the distance.
Compared to theirs, my style seems... a bit shabby.
Wen Fenglin didn't mind and walked upwards with his bag slung over his shoulder.
Among the people who got out of the luxury car, there were some who were about his age, as well as some who were of the same generation as Ou Ming and Yu Lili. There were quite a lot of people.
It seems that the scale of the event this time is much larger than when he came to participate nine years ago.
Wen Fenglin walked in with swagger, and many people recognized him.
A young man came forward and saw some surprise in Wen Fenglin's eyes, and shouted, "Are you Senior Wen Fenglin?"
Wen Fenglin looked at the young man and found that his face looked somewhat familiar, but for a moment, he had no idea who this person was.
He smiled and nodded, saying, "That's me."
"Hello, my name is Zhen Li, my father often mentions you to me."
"Who is your father?"
"Zhen Xianlang."
When Wen Fenglin heard the name, he suddenly understood. He laughed, stretched out his hand to shake his, and said, "I didn't expect that his son is already this big. You should be twenty-five this year, right?"
Zhen Li was a little embarrassed, shook his head and said, "Do I look old?"
Hearing this, Wen Fenglin felt a little strange and asked, "Did I remember it wrong?"
"Um, I'm twenty-one this year, and after the Chinese New Year I'll be twenty-two. Let's go, Senior Wen, please come in."
This time, it was Wen Fenglin's turn to feel embarrassed. He smiled knowingly and nodded.
There were also many people who recognized Wen Fenglin. After all, the wandering painter was too famous.
Zhen Xianlang, as the president of the Painting Association, was there early on.
When he heard others talking about Wen Fenglin, he was surprised and hurried forward.
After not seeing him for more than ten years, Zhen Xianlang seems to have changed a lot from before.
When they were young, both of them were handsome and well-mannered.
After not seeing each other for many years, the two of them seemed to be living more and more casually.
Zhen Xianlang has a flat head with short black hair. Just like when he was young, he is tall and strong and looks very healthy.
His eyes were big and bright, and his facial features looked strong, but there were obvious wrinkles on his face.
When Wen Fenglin saw Zhen Xianlang, he felt a fleeting sense of familiarity.
When Zhen Xianlang saw Wen Fenglin, his heartfelt joy overflowed on his face. He walked forward and gave this long-lost friend a big hug, "Long time no see! Brother!"
Wen Fenglin also chuckled and patted his shoulder, "Yeah, I didn't expect you to have a second child. I thought... you wouldn't get married."
When Zhen Xianlang heard this, the smile on his face froze slightly.
Zhen Li saw that something was wrong and quickly said, "Dad, it's time to eat. Let's go inside."
"Yes, come on, let's go inside."
Wen Fenglin felt even more complicated after hearing this. He curled his lips slightly and followed the father and son of the Zhen family inside.
(End of this chapter)