Yue Yingying came back anxiously to watch the legendary Xiang Nuan, firstly because of curiosity, secondly because she wanted to explore a little bit. After all, she is the girl that Chu Yan wholeheartedly likes, so a mother has to observe it anyway. After she came back, she chatted with Xiang Nuan for a while, and felt that the little girl was innocent, cute and generous, and her conversation was good. Yue Yingying was lamenting her son's good eyesight in her heart, chatting with Xiang Nuan that her favorite painter was Xiang Daying, but Xiang Nuan said "That's my father".
Yue Yingying immediately lost her composure.
The gentle, amiable and beautiful aunt suddenly raised her voice, scaring Xiang Nuan so much that her little heart trembled. For a moment, she even wondered if her father had made some kind of grudge outside... But then she realized that she had overlooked a very important thing just now. An important fact—Lin Chuyan's father tried so hard to ask her father for a painting to give to his wife.
So, instead of enmity, it should be, idolatry
Xiang Nuan put herself in, if Zhuge Liang and Diao Chan, her two favorite faces in the Canyon of Kings, walked in front of her, she would surely scream.
Yue Yingying felt embarrassed for her loss of control, she tightly held the other hand with one hand, rubbed it unconsciously, and smiled towards Nuan, "I'm sorry, I'm a little excited." After finishing speaking After saying this, he glanced at his son who was walking over, with some complaints in his eyes.
Because Lin Chuyan was hit by his parents, he has been reluctant to mention Xiang Nuan with them. Naturally, he didn't have time to talk about Xiang Nuan's family background. He came over and sat on the sofa, and said, "I forgot to mention it to you." Even though the sofa in the living room was very spacious, he sat next to Xiang Nuan, not close but not far away.
Xiang Nuan was a little distracted.
Yue Yingying plucked up her courage and took Xiang Nuan's little hand. She held Xiang Nuan's right hand in her hand, patted it lightly, and said with a smile, "I mean, what kind of family can raise such a good child? It turned out to be Professor Xiang’s family, so it’s not surprising at all.”
Lin Chuyan really wanted to remind her mother that her expression was a bit doggy...
Xiang Nuan was so ashamed by the praise, she blushed and said, "Auntie, you are flattering yourself."
"It's not an award at all, Xiang Nuan, don't you understand your father's position in the painting and calligraphy world?"
Lin Chuyan supported his forehead. "Your Father" has been used...
Xiang Nuan was taken aback by Yue Yingying's question. She only knew her father's status in the family. Most of the time, he had to listen to his wife. It's not that she doesn't understand the influence of her family. She thought about the well-known painters in the calligraphy and painting circle. Although her father is a bit famous, he doesn't have any "status in the world", right...
Xiang Nuan asked Yue Yingying uncertainly, "Auntie, is my father famous?"
"Professor Xiang is not the most famous in terms of fame in the field of calligraphy and painting. But his status is very detached. In his early years, he studied under Mr. Qu Wensong, a master of traditional Chinese painting, and was Mr. Qu's closed disciple. His early calligraphy and painting works still have some of Mr. Qu's works. But he quickly got rid of the stereotypes and formed a school of his own. The paintings are casual and full of interest. What is rare is that he has a noble character and does not seek fame and fortune. He rarely sells paintings and never forms cliques. Ninety-nine percent of his paintings are fakes." Yue Yingying summed it up briefly.
Xiang Nuan seemed to have listened to an audio Baidu Encyclopedia. After listening to my aunt's popular science, she felt that what she saw at home every day might be a fake Comrade Xiang Daying...
Yue Yingying added: "Do you know why we use 'lively interesting' to evaluate your father's works? There is no shortage of witty works in the painting and calligraphy world, but Professor Xiang is the only one who can deserve the term 'lively interesting'."
Xiang Nuan was like an extra in a TV commercial, and asked cooperatively, "Why?"
"Because Professor Xiang's paintings contain a very pure and beautiful vitality. It is purely because there is no distraction in the creation. The beauty is a reflection of his optimistic and open-minded nature, and the vitality is his love for the world."
The more I talked about it, the more mysterious it became... Xiang Nuan didn't know how to answer it.
Lin Chuyan looked at his mother with a look of looking at a big fool.
"Really," Yue Yingying said with a serious expression, "It is said that someone cured depression through Professor Xiang's paintings."
Xiang Nuan thought for a while and asked, "Could it be that someone wants to hype it up?"
"No, this matter was not reported. I heard that the reporter had already written the press release, and later asked the professor for a fee. The professor called the police and said it was a scam call, and the news was not released."
And this kind of operation...
Xiang Nuan inadvertently heard gossip about her own father from others, and felt strange and amusing.
Later, Yue Yingying and Xiang Nuan talked a lot, from philosophy of life to poetry and poetry, Lin Chuyan discovered that his mother could talk so much.
He was not in a good mood. Shouldn't he and Xiang Nuan be left alone at a time like this... Why isn't Mom leaving...
Others are cheating fathers, but his parents are good, one or two are specially cheating their sons.
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Lin Xueyuan cooked eight dishes and one soup, some were cold, some were hot, some were meat and some were vegetarian. After he finished dinner, Yue Yingying told him about Xiang Nuan's story. Lin Xueyuan didn't react much other than being surprised, not as excited as Yue Yingying. He knew that he was a common man, and collecting a few antiques was considered arty, so he couldn't love art as much as he liked money.
However, seeing his wife's eyes full of admiration when she mentioned other men... Well, he admitted, he was still a little jealous.
He also understands his wife very well.
Yue Yingying is a person who likes to draw very much. She did it when she was young. It's a pity that God didn't open her eyes. She gave her a superb aesthetic vision but gave her an eighteenth-rate painting talent. Artisan spirit—this is what she said herself. She said it was okay to bluff laymen, but the insiders would laugh when they saw it. So she never showed people the paintings she drew, and kept them at home.
Lin Xueyuan felt that this kind of embarrassment was similar to those. He knew how to make money, but he couldn't do it, so he had to watch others count the money... Thinking about that scene, my heart would break, okay
"Honey, what are you doing in a daze?" Yue Yingying said.
Lin Xueyuan withdrew his thoughts and put down the last dish. Then, he patted his wife's slender shoulder with a very solemn expression: "Wife, come on."
Yue Yingying:? ?
She glanced at him inexplicably, then lowered her head and served Xiang Nuan a bowl of rice.
Xiang Nuan held the rice bowl in both hands, "Thank you, Auntie."
"Xiang Nuan, treat this as your own home, don't see outsiders, eat more."
"Mom, where's mine?" Lin Chuyan said.
"You don't have long hands yourself?"
Lin Chuyan was sitting far away from the rice cooker, so he had no choice but to get up and walk around, serve the rice by himself, and after serving his own, he gave his parents another bowl.
It's fun to eat a meal. At least Xiangnuan Yueying is quite harmonious. Xiang Nuan likes Lin Chuyan's mother very much now. She feels that this aunt understands everything and can talk about everything, and she can speak even the most profound things in plain language, and her speech is always calm and gentle Yes, people can't feel the sense of distance at all.
After dinner, Yue Yingying asked Xiang Nuan, "Xiang Nuan, do you like watching musicals?"
"Look, Auntie, do you have any recommendations?"
"I sponsored a public welfare project to support young people to make their own musicals."
"That's rare."
"Yeah, oh, there's one tonight, if you want to see it, I—"
"Mom." Lin Chuyan suddenly interrupted their conversation.
Yue Yingying looked at Lin Chuyan, and found that her son's eyes were full of resentment.
"I..." Yue Yingying paused with difficulty, and continued, "Your uncle and I are not free tonight, and the tickets are expired and wasted. How about you and the first banquet to see?"
Lin Chuyan quietly breathed a sigh of relief. The mother finally stopped cheating her son, and she was moved.
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The music of the musical is good, but the plot is a bit boring.
Xiang Nuan saw half of it, and couldn't hold it any longer, with his head drooping, little by little.
She actually wanted to play a game, but she felt that this was not enough to respect actors.
Just keep playing the nodding game.
After nodding for a while, an arm suddenly wrapped around her shoulder.
Lin Chuyan raised his hand, clasped her head gently, and pulled her towards his shoulder.
"Go to sleep," he said.
She didn't resist at all, and leaned on his shoulder like a soft willow branch.
Lin Chuyan's eyes were on the stage, but his eyes were a little empty, his attention was all on her.
He licked the corner of his lips, trying to suppress his beating heart. He was worried that his drum-like heartbeat would wake her up.
Xiang Nuan's body rose and fell evenly, as if he was deeply asleep.
Under the cover of darkness, no one could see, her eyelashes quivered restlessly, and her face was as red as a small furnace.