The painting was half the height of a person, and it was a mess of colors, with a sunflower clustered in the middle.
Bold colors and bright images.
Gu Xueyi walked over slowly and asked, "Do you know how to draw?"
"Well, please teach the teacher for half a year." Yan Wenhong asked: "Does sister-in-law like it?"
Gu Xueyi's eyes flashed: "Let's hang it by my bedside."
Yan Wenhong's eyes lit up, and he pushed the frame towards the maid: "Go and hang it."
The maid immediately called a bodyguard to come in and carried the frame up to the third floor.
Yan Wenhong watched them go away, and then turned his head contentedly: "If sister-in-law likes it, I will draw a rose picture for sister-in-law next time."
"Yeah." Gu Xueyi walked towards him and sat down on a group of sofas beside him.
Yan Wenhong said again: "I had lunch and dinner today."
The maid was a little confused when she heard it, what the young master said...why does it sound like a primary school student giving a report
The maid carefully turned her eyes and landed on Yan Wenhong's face, her expression was still obedient, she was still the boy with clean eyes and good temper.
Sure enough, it was just her illusion before, right
"Very good." Gu Xueyi praised.
Immediately, she asked the maid to make a cup of black tea first, then turned her head, looked at Yan Wenhong a few times, and asked, "Is your stomach feeling better?"
Yan Wenhong smiled quickly and said, "It's much more comfortable."
"What about the medicine prescribed by the doctor? It should be taken with meals." Gu Xueyi continued to ask patiently.
Yan Wenhong gave a soft "ah", then raised his hand and patted his forehead: "I forgot!"
Gu Xueyi ordered the maid on the side: "Go and take out the small medicine box in the young master's room."
The maid immediately responded.
Yan Wenhong's facial features were wrinkled into a ball: "The medicine is bitter and hard to swallow. If you swallow it, you will feel sick and want to vomit, and you can't sleep well..."
"Eat sweets when you are bitter."
Yan Wenhong didn't respond, but quietly raised his eyes to stare at Gu Xueyi.
At this time, the maid took out the medicine box. The pills inside were sorted and arranged, and the doctor's order was also pasted on it.
Gu Xueyi took it, glanced at the doctor's order, then took out the medicine, and asked: "Then what do you want? Don't take the medicine, and the pain will continue next time?"
Yan Wenhong pursed his lower lip, which turned white. He asked cautiously, "Then if I can't sleep, can you read to me like you did in the hospital that day?"
There are still many things about children.
Gu Xueyi raised her eyelids: "Okay. Wash your hands first, and take your own medicine."
Yan Wenhong pursed his lips and smiled.
The Yan family doesn't have the habit of eating sugar, let alone children, so of course they don't stock up on snacks like sugar.
Gu Xueyi paused, and asked someone to go to the kitchen to fetch a bag of rock sugar.
She poured one in the palm of her hand, and when Yan Wenhong swallowed the medicine with difficulty with his eyes closed, he handed it over: "Eating candy will not be bitter."
Next time, she will go to the supermarket and bring back a bag of sweets that children love.
Yan Wenhong still had a bitter taste in his mouth, and he responded vaguely: "Well..."
Then she suddenly bent over and gently took the candy from Gu Xueyi's palm.
Gu Xueyi frowned: "Use your hands next time."
"Uh, uh..." Yan Wenhong put the sugar on the tip of his tongue, looking even more difficult to speak and slurring his sentences.
The taste of rock sugar is a bit too sweet.
But it's really sweet, it hits the bottom of my heart, completely suppressing the bitter taste.
Yan Wenhong licked his lower lip: "Eat it."
"Then go upstairs and rest."
"And you?"
Gu Xueyi turned her head and ordered: "Let the kitchen cook some supper and wash some fruit."
"Did sister-in-law not eat?"
"Well, I didn't care about it." Gu Xueyi urged: "You should go upstairs."
Yan Wenhong didn't move at all: "Sister-in-law hangs the water with me, and I should also eat with sister-in-law."
Gu Xueyi glanced at him: "If you feel comfortable, then it's up to you."
"Yeah." Yan Wenhong smiled, and then followed Gu Xueyi to the restaurant.
Supper and fruit were served quickly.
As soon as Gu Xueyi picked up the chopsticks, the phone rang.
Gu Xueyi connected the phone, and there was a whistling wind on the other end, Yan Wenbai shouted at the top of his voice: "I! I'm here! Can you hear me!"
Not only Gu Xueyi could hear it, but even Yan Wenhong could hear it.
"I heard."
"... Oh, it's windy here, and the signal is not good... Yan Wenhong... is he back?"
"Yeah." Gu Xueyi paused and asked, "Do you want to talk to him?"
"No!" Yan Wenbai cut it off in one gulp.
Like a qualified parent, Gu Xueyi carefully asked about Yan Wenbai's surroundings, asked for a more accurate location, and then hung up the phone.
When he raised his head, he heard Yan Wenhong suddenly say softly: "Supper is cold."
Gu Xueyi didn't care too much: "Just heat it up."
Yan Wenhong sat opposite Gu Xueyi, the restaurant lights fell from above his head, he lowered his head slightly, unable to see his face clearly: "Is it the fourth brother's phone?"
"Um."
"Why did he call sister-in-law?"
Gu Xueyi paused while eating grapes, and said, "His school has organized mountaineering and camping activities in the past two days. He is outside, so of course he should make a phone call every day to report his whereabouts to his family. After all, this is a sensitive moment."
"Every day?" Yan Wenhong asked, "Did you fight yesterday?"
"En." Gu Xueyi looked at him now: "What's wrong?"
Yan Wenhong shook his head, then smiled and said, "I'm just a little surprised that the fourth brother has a temper, and he would do such a thing."
The hot supper was brought back soon, and Gu Xueyi ate it leisurely.
Yan Wenhong was sitting opposite, watching her eat.
Gu Xueyi cleaned her hands and wiped her mouth, and was about to get up and go upstairs.
Yan Wenhong suddenly made a retching sound behind him.
Gu Xueyi immediately stopped in her tracks, recovered her senses, and supported him: "What's wrong?"
Yan Wenhong showed a weak smile: "Take medicine, you will really... feel like vomiting."
After finishing the words, he hurried to the bathroom on the first floor, held the washbasin, and vomited for a long time, but he didn't vomit anything. In the past few days, his diet has become more regular, coupled with the treatment of hanging water, he has greatly improved compared to the past.
But he still vomited desperately, the veins on his neck protruded, and his face quickly turned crimson.
When he stood up straight again, he looked weak and pitiful.
Is it some kind of psychological shadow
Gu Xueyi didn't ask him, but walked to his side and turned on the faucet: "First wash your hands and face, and then we go upstairs."
After leaving the bathroom, Gu Xueyi immediately asked the maid to put the notebooks and books in the study, together with the teacups she used, into Yan Wenhong's room.
She went to Yan Wenhong's room with him.
"You first try to suppress the desire to vomit every time, try to shorten the time of the whole process,... If you can't persist, we will go to the hospital."
Yan Wenhong obediently complied, and lay down on the bed.
Gu Xueyi raised her hand to tuck him in the quilt, and then went to the sofa and sat down.
She put the notebook on her lap, and tried to retrieve the "Huaining Middle School" that Yan Wenhong said.
Not much news came out, only five short pages of relevant information.
Most of the top ones are:
"Huaining Middle School, Elite Education"
"Huaining Middle School won another award"
"Closed management, elite education, let your child become a master"
Gu Xueyi glanced over, but failed to find any useful information.
But she has always been very patient, she slowly turned over one by one, and all the information was printed in her mind. Finally, she saw a Baidu snapshot, the title of the link was "I'm in Huaining Middle School, I want to die...".
But when I clicked on it, it showed the words "post has been deleted".
Gu Xueyi continued to scroll down, without any emotional change on her face.
Yan Wenhong quietly raised his eyes and looked at her.
She had already removed her make-up, her long coiled hair was casually scattered on the street, and the dress on her body was replaced by soft home clothes.
A floor lamp next to the sofa casts light.
But she looked brighter than the light, tender and powerful.
Before Gu Xueyi could read to him, Yan Wenhong closed his eyes in a daze, and fell asleep in a slightly drunken atmosphere.
Gu Xueyi waited for another half an hour to make sure that he did not wake up again, and then went back.
The maid had been waiting outside the door, and when she saw her come out, she quickly asked, "Madam, do you want to move your things back?"
"No, just leave it. Give me another cup and bring it up."
"yes."
Gu Xueyi didn't go to the study, but went back to the bedroom.
The picture has been hung up.
The sunflowers are blooming brilliantly...
But Gu Xueyi stared at the painting, her eyes turned cold, and she sighed softly.
Yan Wenhong has a city in his heart, but the paintings he draws are sunny... This strong contrast makes him look like a divided person... It is a bit troublesome to bring him back to the right path.
When the pointer pointed to three o'clock in the morning, Yan Wenhong suddenly sat up sweating profusely.
The floor lamp was still on, but the sofa was empty.
Yan Wenhong's heart constricted suddenly, he clutched the bed sheet tightly, his face was cold...
He jumped out of bed with bare feet, walked to the sofa, and saw the book on the side.
The book turned to page thirty-five and was turned upside down on the sofa.
It seems that the owner of the book just left temporarily and will come back...
Yan Wenhong breathed a sigh of relief, and fell asleep on the sofa with the quilt in his arms.
By the next day, Yan Wenhong's complexion became a little better.
Gu Xueyi accompanied him to finish breakfast, and then went to Yan's Building.
At this time, Yan Wenjia's trending search has climbed to the first place, and it is closely next to the trending entry of #古雪仪的攻略#.
Yan Wenjia forwarded and praised the painting, but failed to attract the trolls to his battlefield.
Trolls are also bullying.
Yan Wenjia's fans are too powerful, so of course they dare not come over.
On the contrary, in the comment area, there are many more people who follow and praise the painting.
After going back and forth like this, the popularity went up, and even other stars joined in the fun, and forwarded it one after another, saying that the painting is indeed very beautiful, Brother Yuan has a good eye and so on...
The media seized this opportunity and went to interview the people who followed the bid and wanted to buy the painting at the auction that day. For example, Jiang Yue.
"Mr. Jiang couldn't take a picture of the painting in Mrs. Yan's hand that day. Does Mr. Jiang feel regretful?" The reporter who asked the question shrank his neck. If there is something to anger Jiang Yue later, he can find a place to hide.
Others also stared at Jiang Yue one after another, wondering if he would answer such a boring gossip question that everyone loves to read.
Jiang Yue paused: "Sorry, sorry."
He showed his unprecedented powerful acting skills in his life, and he said sadly: "This painting is indeed very good..."
Pei Lixin saw this scene from her mobile phone.
She gritted her teeth: "Fart!" "I asked someone, Gu Xueyi's painting cost thousands of dollars! A famous painting of shit! Is it worth it?"
Now Pei Lixin couldn't help but began to wonder if Gu Xueyi and Jiang Er teamed up to set her up.
Why does Jiang Er join forces with Gu Xueyi
Just rely on her face
Pei Zhikang suddenly jumped up and asked, "Sister, where is that painting?"
"Donated on the spot." Speaking of this, Pei Lixin became angry again. Why didn't those reporters catch this point? Gu Xueyi didn't donate! She donated it! She will pay the auction handling fee!
Pei Zhikang reacted in his mind, and he handed the phone to Pei Lixin: "Look... this, Yuan Wenjia, he praised this painting, and then almost half of the entertainment circle praised it. Then Jiang Er opened his mouth, Those in the business world also said that this painting is very rare... "
Pei Lixin understood at once.
Her complexion changed drastically.
The price of a collection, in addition to its own value, is more value added by people.
For example, a pot of orchid itself is only liked by those who love flowers.
But if there are more people who want it, someone will try to make a profit from it, and then fry it again and again. When everyone recognizes that it is a valuable potted flower, no one cares about its initial price.
The 3,000 yuan painting that she donated, after only one night, the worth may have really risen to 9.9 million yuan.
Pei Lixin immediately made several phone calls.
Sure enough, as soon as she asked, many self-proclaimed tasteful business people began to want to collect this "Winter Night" painting.
And those who had already owned it by chance, now began to show off on the Internet.
Once a popular trend is formed, and there are bigwigs from all walks of life and stars in the entertainment industry to endorse its platform, it will be difficult to break it back.
Pei Lixin stared at this absurd result dumbfounded.
Finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Gu Xueyi has been playing tricks on us from beginning to end!"
…
At this time, Gu Xueyi was already sitting in the Yan's building. She turned the teacup in her hand and said casually: "Pei Lixin and his wife took away Baoxin's internal funds, and also took the deposit from ZF's order, and transferred it from the charity fund. Once again, it is pretended to be a donation, but it is actually money laundering...a total of more than 2 billion."
"What I took away from Pei Lixin is really inconspicuous."
"Yes." Chen Yujin nodded, but there was not much anger on her face.
Gu Xueyi sighed lightly: "Unfortunately, this era is different..."
If it was in ancient times, since she figured out how Baoxin was greedy for money, how to sell stolen goods, who he was cooperating with, and who was their backer...she had already come to search the house first.
"if… "
"what if?"
If Yan Chao died outside, well...
"The shares in Yanchao's hands plus the shares I get from marrying into Yan's family are bigger than Pei Lixin's shareholding in Baoxin. I can directly replace her."
"No, Yan Xunhua has more shares than Yan Zong." Chen Yujin paused, and suddenly thought of something: "...but after the death of the previous Yan Zong, all the masters and misses of the Yan family owned it." Baoxin’s shares.”
But... how could they give it out
This is also the reason why Baoxin has been in trouble until now.
It is not worth mentioning in Yan's eyes, but the problem is real. Yan Xunhua relies on the number of shares he holds, just like Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death. Even Pei Lixin followed suit.
"They add up?"
"It's them plus your shares, Yan Zong only needs to contribute 1%, and he can earn more than Yan Xunhua." But that's impossible. Chen Yujin said heartily.
Gu Xueyi responded: "Yes."
There is no need to die at that banquet.
"And it has to be approved by other majority shareholders..." Chen Yujin said.
He did not ridicule Gu Xueyi's whimsical ideas. She is very different from the past.
"That's it." Gu Xueyi nodded.
It seemed she didn't know enough.
At this moment, Gu Xueyi's cell phone rang suddenly.
She lowered her head to pick it up, and Yan Wenhong's voice came from the other end immediately: "I just took the medicine on time, and I also took a piece of candy. I wanted to vomit, but I held back."
The corner of the maid's mouth twitched.
Here we go again, giving a report like a primary school student.
Gu Xueyi boasted: "It's really good."
Then hung up the phone.
Chen Yujin couldn't help asking: "Who hit it?"
"Yan Wenhong."
Chen Yujin was surprised for a moment.
Soon, Chen Yujin couldn't stop being surprised.
Ten minutes later, Yan Wenhong called again: "I'm reading the book you left behind."
"Um."
In the next hour or so, Yan Wenhong would call every once in a while: "I drank some hot water."
"I'm painting roses, roses are beautiful."
"This paint doesn't work very well."
"I'm a bit bad at drawing, what if you don't like it?"
…
Chen Yujin: "..."
Is Yan Wenhong finally crazy
After Gu Xueyi answered another phone call...
"I'm talking about something."
"Oh... well, then you are busy. I will call you later." Yan Wenhong's tone could not hide his disappointment.
Gu Xueyi raised her eyebrows lightly, he...is learning Wenbai
the other end.
Yan Wenshu had already seen the trending searches.
She rolled her eyes at Yan Wenjia's Weibo, and then couldn't help but call Gu Xueyi.
Gu Xueyi is really amazing!
Such a cheap painting, in her hands, unexpectedly doubled its value!
Yan Wenshu had already thought about what she wanted to say to Gu Xueyi, but the moment she dialed the number, the voice on the other end said: "The user you dialed is currently on the phone."
…
Ah, what idiot is always calling Gu Xueyi!
The author has something to say: Today is a feast for scholars and scholars.
Sister Gu: OK, Yanchao doesn't have to die.
Mr. Yan: Ah Xie—I must have been infected.