The drunk Shen Yuhan was taken home by Shan Qihuan's safety belt. When he got out of the car, the smell of alcohol had not yet dissipated, and he leaned drunkenly on Shan Qihuan.
He is such a decent person on weekdays, how could he be like this when he is drunk? He twisted and turned, and Shan Qihuan couldn't carry him inside, so he had to carry him into the house and gently put him on the sofa.
Shen Yuhan was carried away in a dizzying manner and remained quiet for a while.
He sat upright this time, with his hands flat on his knees, his back straight, and his eyes wide open looking at Shan Qihuan. He tried to steady his slightly swaying body. Because he had drunk, his lips seemed to be painted with rouge, and his face was slightly flushed. He touched his hair and gathered the hair that had just been scattered back one by one. If it wasn't for knowing that he had drunk and was drunk, he would be no different from before he drank.
Shan Qihuan asked him: "Shen Yuhan, do you want to take a shower or go to bed directly?"
Shen Yuhan looked at him, and reprimanded him with a stern face: "Mozhu, I haven't seen you for a few days. How come you are so ignorant of the rules? You should call me Young Master, but you can't just call me Young Master by my name. If mother hears it, she will punish you for disrespecting the master, and you will be beaten with at least ten sticks!"
Shan Qihuan listened to him reading the lines from the costume drama in a serious manner, and he felt both angry and amused. What made him funny was that his little appearance was quite like an ancient lady scolding a maid, and what made him angry was that it was the third time he heard the name Mozhu. He had finally forgotten it, but it was mentioned again unexpectedly. He was now very curious, who on earth was this person
Shen Yuhan's family background is naturally not as good as the Shan family. It's just a middle-class family. They don't have a driver or a nanny to go out with. They have to do everything by themselves. It can't be a nanny, and it's even less likely that she is his playmate. Then it can only be a pet, a cat or a dog. Could it be that he plays house with his pet when he is lonely
On their wedding day, he called Mozhu when he was half asleep. Cats and dogs have the habit of licking their fur or faces when they are half asleep. Thinking of this, Shan Qihuan felt relieved. He felt that his guess was very reasonable.
Shan Qihuan squatted in front of him and deliberately asked him: "Then should I still call you Shen Yuhan?"
Shen Yuhan snorted, "Then I'll give you to the son of the doorman as a concubine. His son works in the government office and is very good at beating people with sticks. I heard that his son beats his wife when he gets drunk! If you don't call me Master, I'll marry you off."
When Shan Qihuan saw that he was going to marry the little girl in a serious manner, he couldn't help but smile.
He deliberately teased Shen Yuhan: "Is the young master married?"
Shen Yuhan sighed and glanced at him: "Are you ashamed? Why are you talking about something irrelevant? If your son could decide his own marriage..." He paused for a moment and sighed again, "Alas, I will marry the King of Chu soon."
As he spoke, Shen Yuhan's eyes became red again.
Shan Qihuan hadn't realized what pain point "marrying the King of Chu" had touched him. Was he the King of Chu? Did he imagine him as a target for marriage? Would marrying him be a disadvantage
Shan Qihuan was more patient than ever before: "Sir, what does the King of Chu look like?"
Shen Yuhan raised her fingertips to wipe away the tears from her eyes: "I heard that the King of Chu is already in his seventies or eighties, ugly, cruel by nature, and has three thousand beauties in his harem. If I marry him, I will just be one of them. Maybe I will die of old age in that cold palace."
Shan Qihuan breathed a sigh of relief, knowing for sure it wasn't him.
But how come his wife is so immersed in the role? Are her tears fake or real
"When are you going to marry the King of Chu?"
Shen Yuhan suddenly stopped crying and looked at Shan Qihuan intently.
Ah, yes, he got married, then he met bandits, and then he really got married, but he couldn't go home either!
Shen Yushi paused for less than five seconds, but cried even harder, tears continuously falling down: "Wuwuwu, I, I want to go home!"
Shan Qihuan then realized that he was homesick, so he stopped arguing with him and sat down on the sofa and held him in his arms.
He whispered to comfort her: "Your home is here, this is your home, where else do you want to go back to?"
Shen Yuhan hugged Shan Qihuan back and said, "But I can't go back anymore, and I can't see my father, my mother, and my brothers. Woohoo, my husband won't let me treat my third brother to tea..."
Shan Qihuan gently stroked his back: "When did I not let you invite... what Third Brother?"
Although Shen Yuhan's words were drunken, his logic was still quite clear, and he had a firm grasp of the standard for addressing relatives: "Third brother is Third brother, my Third brother, your Third uncle, husband, you are so stupid, you deserve to be beaten!"
"Okay, okay, I'm stupid and our young master is extremely smart, but you should go to bed." Shan Qihuan thought to herself that this girl remembered her husband again. She had just called him Mozhu and treated him as his pet.
"Yes, I should take a rest, otherwise I won't be able to maintain my position as the number one brother in Qi." Shen Yuhan muttered.
Shan Qihuan didn't understand what he was talking about brother or Qi State. He thought that he might have watched too many costume dramas and his mind was full of messed up lines. However, he acted well and was quite cute.
Shen Yuhan was tired of crying and just lay down in his arms to sleep. After crying for a long time, not only he was tired, but Shan Qihuan was also tired.
Shan Qihuan couldn't just leave Shen Yuhan in the living room and leave him to fend for himself, so he picked him up and weighed him. He felt a little lighter. Had he not eaten well during this period
He recalled that they seemed to have not had dinner together recently. It was his negligence.
As for why Shen Yuhan called that guy "third brother", I must ask him clearly tomorrow. He has never called me brother, and I feel jealous.
The next day.
Shen Yuhan was awakened by his biological clock. He was still wearing yesterday's base layer. There was a strong smell of alcohol in the quilt, which almost made him pass out and fall on the bed. It was too smelly.
He actually fell asleep like this last night!
How did he get here? It seemed that my husband went to pick him up from home, but he had no memory of what happened afterwards.
He scratched his greasy hair, and Shen Yuhan went to wash up decisively. He was a clean-minded guy, and he didn't know if his husband would be unhappy to sleep in the same bed with him so sloppily for the first time. Thinking of this, he quickened the speed of his shower.
After Shen Yuhan finished taking care of herself, she went downstairs and met Shan Qihuan who was about to go upstairs. She thought he had already gone to work.
He held the handrail and looked down at his husband condescendingly: "Honey, why did you get up so early today?" According to normal time, he should still be staying in bed.
"There was a drunkard on the bed, and I was woken up by him." Shan Qihuan looked at him with a smile.
Shen Yuhan walked up to Shan Qihuan, standing one step above him, and said with his eyes level with him, "There is no drunkard." He would never admit that he was the drunkard even if he was beaten to death.
Shan Qihuan put his arms around his waist and carried him down the stairs easily. Shen Yuhan was startled by him.
After being put on the ground, Shen Yuhan patted his strong chest and said, "You are going to scare me to death."
Shan Qihuan pinched his lower back and said, "Hurry up and have breakfast. Don't you remember what you were supposed to do today?"
When she woke up in the morning, her mind was filled with questions such as "what happened after drinking", "my husband will be angry", "shameful", "it's rotten", etc. Shen Yuhan didn't even think about the important things she had to do!
He patted his head and said, "That's right! I still have to go to the art exhibition!"
After breakfast, Shan Qihuan went out with him.
Shen Yuhan thought he was going to the company instead of the exhibition: "Honey, are you and I going the same way?"
Shan Qihuan opened the garage and selected a sports car: "It's convenient for us today, get in."
"Are you driving this one today?" Shen Yuhan was now able to tell the price of the cars in his family. The short one he had today was expensive, while a more low-key car would be cheaper.
"Well, I'm the only one who owns this car in Jiang City." Shan Qihuan showed off to him intentionally or unintentionally.
Shan Qihuan drove all the way to the venue of the exhibition. When Shen Yuhan was about to get out of the car, Shan Qihuan stopped him.
"Just go down by yourself without waiting for me?"
"Aren't you going to work?"
"Who said I have to go to work today? Can't I come to the exhibition?" I said I would accompany him, so I would do it.
Shen Yuhan had been quietly trying to calm down his depressed mood, but when he heard Shan Qihuan say that he wanted to accompany him, he immediately perked up and smiled.
The exhibition starts at ten o'clock in the morning.
The exhibition started warming up a week ago. This time, there are 18 well-known painters supporting the exhibition, including the rising star Shen Yuhan, whose paintings are displayed together with those of a certain traditional Chinese painting master.
The business officially opened at 10 o'clock, and the first batch of painters invited friends and relatives.
Well-known painters are all of a certain age, and most of their friends are of similar age.
Half an hour after the exhibition started, more people started to come.
Other painters invited their relatives and friends, and Shen Yuhan also sent invitations to his friends on WeChat, but he didn't know who would come.
Xiang Yulin was the person in charge of the exhibition, so he was naturally also present. He had already anticipated that there would be a larger crowd in the morning, but he never expected that not only would the place be packed with people, but there would also be so many luxury cars parked outside, some of which were even limited editions. He knew that this was the car that Shen Yuhan and Shan Qihuan were riding in just now, but what happened to the others
Also, why are there so many familiar faces at the scene? Is he dazzled
The first person to find Shen Yuhan was Mr. Jiang. He waved the ticket in his hand and said with a smile, "This is the first time that Xiao Shen is exhibiting his own works. Uncle, please come and support us."
Shen Yuhan was a little surprised: "Thank you, uncle."
Soon after, several uncles who had met the previous few in the theater came. They all bought their own tickets and came in. When they saw Shen Yuhan, they all wanted to say a few words to him.
Next, a group of young people came, led by a tall and handsome young man, Wen You and his friends. They also came specially to support Shen Yuhan.
Xiang Yulin was well-informed and familiar with people from all walks of life, but he was speechless at this moment. Even though he had seen big scenes, he was still quite surprised. He was talking about a traditional Chinese painting exhibition, not an upper-class dinner party, right
But Shan Qihuan, who was standing next to Shen Yuhan, felt that the two of them were just like a wedding party holding a banquet to welcome guests.
He told Shen Yuhan about this idea: "It feels like we are getting married again, isn't it like welcoming guests?"
After he mentioned this, Shen Yuhan also recalled that it seemed that they were standing to welcome the guests at the wedding, and everyone who came came over to greet them. Shen Yuhan's face was slightly hot and he said, "How can it be similar?"
Just as he was about to say something, Liu Tan's face appeared. He also brought several people with him, and each of them had a ready-made ticket in his hand.
At ten forty-five, Xiang Yulin came over and invited Shen Yuhan to the painting stage.
Before he arrived, the drawing table was already surrounded by people.
Those standing in the front row were all familiar faces, and those standing in the back were all young people whom I didn't know, but everyone seemed full of expectations.
At this moment, Shen Yuhan was particularly nervous. In the past, most people were just passers-by and no one stopped to watch. But now everyone came for him. He felt a sense of satisfaction and pleasure, but he was nervous.
Shan Qihuan pulled his scarf for him: "If you are nervous, pull the scarf under your nose."
"Yeah." The scarf covered half of his face, and Shen Yuhan was no longer nervous. Her husband's method was quite useful.
Shan Qihuan encouraged him: "Go ahead, I'll wait for you here."
Shen Yuhan clasped his hands together and said, "Then I'll go up."
When he walked onto his own stage, applause broke out from the audience.
Shen Yuhan bowed to everyone to express his gratitude, then he took a deep breath, glanced at Shan Qihuan who was standing not far away, and then he picked up the paintbrush.
Before coming, he knew what he wanted to paint.
He wanted to paint a person who was engraved in his heart.
What he is going to draw today is a person.
The entire painting process of Shen Yuhan was displayed on the big screen. Xiang Yulin was indeed a successful businessman. This live painting completely explained the ghostwriting issue for Shen Yuhan.
The audience watched Shen Yuhan use a brush to outline the character's hair bit by bit. It was short hair, then the face, with a sharp jawline, followed by a high nose bridge, a pair of shrewd eyes, a tightly closed mouth, neck, and strong and broad shoulders.
The image of the character was gradually revealed to everyone. He didn't seem to need to think at all, nor did he need to use photos or characters as references. He just went on with one stroke after another, very smoothly.
At first it was just a rough sketch of the upper part of the figure, then he began to outline the part below the shoulders, adding arms and clothes.
Starting from the moment Shen Yuhan outlined the character's face, everyone gradually turned their attention to Shan Qihuan standing aside.
It is so lifelike, it is almost like a painting based on Shan Qihuan himself!
How blatant, yet so natural and meaningful.
At this moment, Shan Qihuan felt honored and extremely excited at the same time. He clenched his fists calmly. What Shen Yuhan painted was not an ancient figure or a modern landscape painting, but himself, it was him!
This is already the ultimate evolved version of the little goblin. No matter where she is, she successfully captures his heart and won't let up at all.
Shan Qihuan looked at Shen Yuhan who was concentrating on painting and straightened his back proudly. His wife didn't even need to look at the real person as a reference when she painted him, which showed that she had already engraved him into her heart. But Shen Yuhan didn't know that he was also written into Shan Qihuan's heart, and the buds that had taken root had already bloomed into gorgeous flowers.
When the last stroke was made, there was thunderous applause.
The old man Jiang, who was closest to him, smiled and said, "Xiao Shen, you painted Xiao Dan very vividly. You should also draw a portrait of me. Compared with taking a photo, yours is more impressive. You can hang it up and feel narcissistic."
When Shen Yuhan heard Mr. Jiang teasing him, he half lowered his head and smiled.
How come everyone knows that he painted Shan Qihuan
At this time, Shan Qihuan had already told Xiang Yulin that the painting of Shen Yuhan could only belong to him. What else could Xiang Yulin say? It's up to you, it's all up to you. This is probably the highest level of showing affection.
In the spirit of a businessman, Xiang Yulin immediately had someone upload the video of Shen Yuhan painting to Weibo, and reminded Shan Qihuan to repost it using his Weibo account. It was because he didn't want anyone to expose Shen Yuhan's face, so he had to edit it out.
At this moment, a man wearing a mask and a baseball cap standing in the corner looked at the picture on the projection screen. He bit his lower lip tightly, and only when he tasted blood did he stop the crazy thoughts in his mind.
Once upon a time, he was so close to Shen Yuhan;
Once upon a time, Shen Yuhan was someone he could easily get;
In the past, he had countless opportunities to become the person in his paintings and become the focus of today!
But everything was ruined by him. He missed Shen Yuhan and the connections around Shen Yuhan. Everything went to Shan Qihuan!
If, if Shen Yuhan was his lover, how great it would be!
After expressing his bad luck and regret at the scene, Shan Qiyun finally turned around and left quietly.
On the first day of the exhibition, all three paintings by Shen Yuhan were sold. Two of them were bought by two uncles whom he knew, and the other one was "Tap Water". The other party claimed to be a fan of Shen Yuhan and spent a lot of money to buy the third painting.
It was also a pleasant surprise that the works of 17 other painters also became very popular.
Although only a small number of people were visiting the exhibition, after the news of Shen Yuhan's promotion through paintings spread, more and more people came to visit. Even Shan Qixin, who had no artistic talent and had been locked up in the crew, sent a message to congratulate him.
The beneficiary of this incident, Shan Qihuan, took good care of Shen Yuhan as soon as he returned home, and almost made Shen Yuhan unable to get out of bed the next day.
On the second day of the exhibition, Shen Yuhan held his waist and accused Shan Qihuan with his eyes of being unfair. How could he ask him to do such strange poses
Today happened to be Saturday, and Shan Qihuan didn't want to go out, so he stayed in the study to handle work. He pulled Shen Yuhan onto his lap and massaged his waist.
Shan Qihuan hesitated for a moment, but still told him: "Let me tell you something."
Shen Yuhan felt comfortable being massaged. He squinted his eyes towards the direction of the sunlight and responded casually, "What?"
"Do you still remember Miss Qi?" Shan Qihuan increased his strength.
Shen Yuhan was pressed to the point of pain, and shrank into his arms, then thought for a moment: "Remember, she and Miss Huang are friends."
Shan Qihuan said: "She is getting engaged."
Shen Yuhan tilted his head and asked him: "With whom?"
Shan Qihuan didn't bother to keep him in suspense and told him directly: "She chose Shan Qiyun."
"Why is it him?" Shen Yuhan was a little puzzled.
Shan Qihuan hugged Shen Yuhan tightly: "Well, the third branch is getting anxious as soon as it gets a little power. The Qi family can be their helper. My father will consider the role of the Qi family, and interests come first."
It sounds complicated, but there is nothing we can do about it. It is a mutually beneficial thing.
The exhibition came to an end, and Shen Yuhan and Xiang Yulin communicated less. Many people came to him to sell paintings, but Shen Yuhan believed in "quality over quantity" when it came to paintings. Except for the three paintings that were sold, none of them were sold, but he still made a small profit.
His life in modern times has begun to get on track, and he can be considered a "modern man" with his own career.
A week later, Shen Yuhan and Shan Qihuan attended the engagement party of Shan Qiyun and Miss Qi's family together.
Shan Qiyun and Miss Qi stood together, looking like a perfect match.
After Shen Yuhan and Shan Qihuan arrived, his expression changed subtly.
People from the second house also came in with Shan Qihuan. Shan Qibai was released early by Shan Tianfeng and also came today.
When everyone wanted to watch the Shan family's show out of the corner of their eyes, Shan Qihuan took Shen Yuhan's hand and sat down.
Someone suddenly asked in the quiet atmosphere, "Did Shen Yuhan get pushed into the swimming pool by a woman because of Shan Qiyun?"
The scene was as quiet as a chicken for a moment.