Forced to Date a Big Shot

Xu Fang's face darkened.

She never thought that Fu Yuanxiu would want to move Xiang Yin out of a painting, but she quickly returned to normal and said, "Okay, if Xiang Yin is free, but he should still be in a meeting now, right?"

The purpose of this art exhibition is to promote Chinese culture, so the Art Association attaches great importance to it and has been holding meetings to discuss it.

Fu Yuanxiu coughed and looked at his watch, "There's about half an hour left."

Xu Fang said "hmm" and said pointedly: "I'm curious, do Mr. Fu know the artist of this painting?"

In one sentence, everyone present could understand it.

Someone directly raised the question: "Why is an unknown little painter allowed to be reviewed by everyone in Chinese painting? Where does this painter come from?"

Ye Li's face turned paler, and she looked at Xue Xi: "Xixi, I want to go back."

Xue Xi supported her, her misty eyes showing confusion.

Ye Li looks like this, is she hurt? But she had a stupid mouth and was not good at coaxing. She could only nod, and her tone was lighter than ever before: "Okay."

She helped Ye Li walk out.

Mrs. Li comforted her: "Mrs. Xue, your painting is already very impressive. Don't take it too seriously."

Ye Li gave her a smile and staggered away. -

The car was driving on the way home, and there was silence in the car.

Xue Xi didn't know how to break the calm in the car. She thought for a while, picked up her phone and sent a message: [Teacher, are you there? 】

Almighty boss: [Is something wrong? 】

Study: [My mother’s paintings were criticized today and she is in a bad mood. How can I comfort her? 】

Almighty Boss: [I suggest you don’t say anything. 】

Xue Xi was stunned, and after waiting for a while, the other party sent a long message.

Almighty Boss: [Your mother has always wanted to maintain the image of a good mother in front of you. Her grievances and vulnerability must not be exposed in front of her daughter. Your comfort at this time will only make her more ashamed. 】

Xue Xi was convinced: [Okay]

After sending it, she sent another message to Xue Sheng, telling what happened.

Xue Sheng replied: [I am going home now. 】

The car arrived home quickly.

The smile on Ye Li's face was more bitter than crying. As soon as she entered the living room, her cell phone rang.

Xue Xi stood nearby, and she, who was always keen, heard the voice coming from her mobile phone: "Ye Li, someone is here to buy your painting."

Ye Li's eyes lit up: "Who?"

There was something wrong in the other party's voice: "Yes, it's a stranger. He named your painting directly after entering. He, he..."

The other party sighed: "He said that Xu Fang said that your paintings only have skills and no artistic conception, so he only gave you fifty yuan."

Many painters are mass-producers, but even so, a majestic landscape painting like Ye Li's should be able to sell for at least a few hundred dollars, or at least a few hundred dollars for the frame.

Fifty……

This is humiliating.

Ye Li tightened her fingers, and there was a flash of confusion in her eyes.

Xue Xi snatched her phone and said, "Auntie, my mother won't sell it."

The other party paused and said, "Okay, okay."

After hanging up the phone, Xue Xi handed the phone to her.

Ye Li's self-confidence was completely shattered. She could no longer maintain her expression and stumbled into the room. Song Wenman came out and wanted to speak, but Ye Li bypassed her and went straight upstairs into the studio.

Song Wenman was stunned: "What's wrong?"

Xue Xi once again explained what happened at the art exhibition.

Song Wenman sighed: "No matter how good you are at something, it will become rusty if you haven't done it for eighteen years. But Xu Fang is obviously trying to hit your mother and make your mother's mentality collapse first!"

In industries such as painters and writers, works are all related to mentality.

If Ye Li loses her confidence, what will she do in the future?

Xue Xi looked upstairs worriedly.

At this time, the sound of vehicles came from outside the door again, and Xue Sheng strode into the room, "Where is your mother?"

"The studio upstairs."

Xue Sheng walked upstairs without saying a word: "I'm going to see her."

Song Wenman and Xue Xi looked at each other, and she sighed: "Back then, your father was the most inconspicuous among the people who pursued your mother. Now it seems that your mother has chosen the right person. Look at me and Why are you talking about this? Xixi, go upstairs and do your homework. Don't worry about your mother, it'll be fine."

In the studio, the windows were open, the wind blew in, the white gauze curtains fluttered, and the drawing paper on the table was turned over, making a rustling sound.

Ye Li sat blankly on the sofa, her purple cheongsam wrapped around her graceful figure, making her look even thinner. She looked at the brushes and drawing papers in front of her that were once regarded as life, and Xu Fang's words flashed in her mind:

"The painter seems to have not painted for many years, and the tip of his brush is rusty and stagnant..."

Don't blame her for not being confident, she really hasn't picked up a paintbrush in eighteen years.

Eighteen years ago, after she gave birth to her child, she heard about a well-known art exhibition, so she turned on the TV to take a look.

As a result, I was fascinated by the sight. When I came back to my senses, I realized that the nanny was missing, and the sleeping daughter in the stroller next to her was also missing.

No one knew how guilty she felt. She put all the responsibility on herself, so she closed her pen from then on.

Eighteen years of being confused made her completely lose all her courage.

It was Xue Xi's return that gave her the courage to paint again. But now, he was hit to the core again.

She clenched her fists tightly, feeling so tight in her chest that she wanted to cry.

Once upon a time, she was also a sought-after rising star in the Chinese painting world, but now she has been reduced to selling a painting for only fifty yuan...

She didn't want to rise until she was forty-two years old. It was too late, too late.

She stood up slowly and put the paintings into the brazier next to her.

She shouldn't be painting, this is an insult to Chinese painting. If she can't do it, she should let go...

At this moment, the door was pushed open violently, and Xue Sheng rushed in: "Ye Li, what are you doing?"

He threw the fire in her hand to the ground to put it out, picked up the paintings in the brazier, and immediately looked at her: "Ye Li!"

Ye Li couldn't bear it anymore, threw herself into his arms and cried: "I won't paint anymore, I won't paint anymore, I can't do it, I really can't do it..."

Xue Sheng hugged her and patted her shoulder. His heart seemed to be filled with sourness. He comforted in a low voice: "Okay, no more painting. Ye Li, I thought about it. The reason why you want to rise so much is because you don't have any For a sense of security, I will transfer the company’s shares, house, and money to you, give them all to you..."

The crying in the bedroom reached the ears of Xue Xi, who had just gone upstairs.

She paused outside the studio and entered her room.

Immediately, she picked up her mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to the painter: [Can you help me see if the "Cold Mountain Picture" in your exhibition really has no artistic conception? 】

Huahua's reply was quick: [No problem, I'll go see it now. 】

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