Rebirth to 80s: I Raised the World’s Richest Man

After solving the big worry, Jiang Mu spent the rest of his time in the studio.

That's right, the Siheyuan is her site, the home she started preparing a few years ago. It has everything she needs, such as the underground collection room, her jade workshop, and the studio.

In fact, she also really wants to know what level her painting is now. She has liked painting since she was a child. In her previous life, although she was busy learning various skills to please her so-called family members, she hoped to get some superficial kinship from them and had no time to paint. Painting, but once there is an exhibition, no matter where it is, she will go to see it.

Various styles, various genres, and even various techniques, she has dabbled in it. When she has time, she will go to the painting salon. In this life, although she has started to learn painting again, the help the teacher gave her Yes, but it's not big, she spends more time painting by herself.

When I was in Hong Kong City, I met Ms. Shirley, a famous young painter in Europe, and she became her apprentice by chance. However, she was not in Hong Kong City for a long time and received limited guidance, but for her, it was also gain much.

However, even Shirley has not seen any of her complete paintings with his own eyes, let alone evaluated them.

This competition is also a very good opportunity for her, allowing her to see with her own eyes what level she is now after painting for so long.

For the next half month, Jiang Mu was in the studio every day, eating and sleeping in the studio. Except for going to the toilet, she never left.

Wen Liyan looked anxious. Now that Zhao Yue and the second elders of the Sun family have left, Sun Quan is a student of Jingcheng University after all, and he still has very heavy schoolwork, so it is impossible to stay in the courtyard all day.

Only Wen Liyan was an idler. Ever since he found out that Jiang Mu didn't go back to school at all, he was in the courtyard all day, and he didn't even go to the hospital, he just lived here.

He is responsible for all three meals a day.

There is no way, Zhao Yue is not there, neither is the second elder of the Sun family, there is not even a nanny in the courtyard, and he can only do the cooking himself.

Fortunately, his craftsmanship was practiced when he was a child. Although it is not a top-level delicacy, it is also at the level of ordinary home-cooked dishes.

On the first day, Wen Liyan also asked her to eat, but what she got was a slipper under Jiang Mu's feet. If Wen Liyan hadn't reacted quickly, it would have hit him on the nose.

The next day, Wen Liyan had experience. After knocking on the door, he put the prepared meal outside the door. If Jiang Mu felt hungry, he opened the door and ate it by himself.

The days that followed were very peaceful, and Wen Liyan really liked this kind of life.

There were only the two of them, and no one else would disturb him. He could accompany her every day. Although he couldn't say a few words a day, Jiang Mu even forgot to eat and sleep. All his attention was on his paintings. He was still very satisfied.

It's been half a month.

One morning, Wen Liyan boiled millet porridge, made an omelette, dressed up with shredded potatoes, and had a cup of hot milk, half Chinese and Western, all of which Jiang Mu liked.

However, when he brought it to the studio, he found that the door of the studio was open, and there was no one in the studio.

Wen Liyan was anxious and rushed in, "Jiang Mu! Mu Mu!"

However, the studio was empty.

The early morning sun shot in through the windows, the screens floated, and the paper slipped through the rustling sound, but Jiang Mu was the only one.

Wen Liyan panicked, he could see the side at a glance in the studio, and there was no possibility of hiding people at all.

"Jiang Mu! Jiang Mu!"

Wen Liyan's forehead was covered with sweat, and his back was soaked with sweat. The whole person was shrouded in panic. He put down the dinner plate and turned to look outside.

Unexpectedly, he collided with Jiang Mu who had just returned to the house.

"It's called a soul!"

"Where have you been?" Wen Liyan asked.

"Where did I go? It was early in the morning, and I was naturally in my room." Jiang Mu was also confused.

"Didn't you sleep in the studio before, I thought..." The person who was supposed to be in the studio disappeared, and he was naturally anxious.

"No, how did you know that I was sleeping in the studio?" Jiang Mu was even more puzzled.

Wen Liyan's face froze, not knowing what to say.

Dare to love for these days, he has been taking care of her food and daily life, but this person looks like he doesn't remember.

"The lights in your room haven't been turned on during this time, but the lights in the studio haven't been turned off." Wen Liyan explained.

Jiang Mu knew that if he was really serious about painting, he would not be disturbed by outsiders and would not be concerned about things in the world. Listening to what he meant, he was taking care of her during this time.

Jiang Mu took the test again and again and said, "Your cooking skills have improved a lot."

The fear and anxiety in his heart subsided, Wen Liyan smiled, "It's like you know that I'm taking care of you these days."

Jiang Mu seemed to be unable to hear his words, "Look at my hard work these days."

It was only then that Wen Liyan noticed that on the easel in the middle of the studio, there was a work that had already been completed.

The eyes are all kinds of red, that is the color of fire.

The layers are clear and dense, and the dense woods are burning vigorously.

Among them, there is a vague figure.

Twisting and fighting in the fire, it seems to have life, but it smells of death.

Wen Liyan didn't know much about oil painting. He frowned tightly. He always felt that there was an atmosphere in this painting that he didn't like very much.

He could feel a breath of death, a desperate struggle.

"How is it? Give me a review." Jiang Mu, who finished the work, was in a good mood and pushed Wen Liyan with his arm, as if he had forgotten that he was angry with this person.

"Very... infectious." This was the only answer Wen Liyan could give.

Jiang Mu raised his eyebrows and was reluctantly satisfied with the answer, "A person who doesn't know how to draw can give such an evaluation. It seems that this work is really good, and it should get a good result."

Wen Liyan stopped his eyes on the painting again, and his brows could not help wrinkling, "Let's have breakfast first. After so many days, now it's done, I must eat more."

Jiang Mu sniffed his nose, looked at the golden-yellow millet porridge, and pursed his lips, "It tastes good just by looking at it."

"Didn't you say that my cooking skills are good? What do you mean, it's like I've never eaten before."

Jiang Mu felt guilty, "I've eaten other things, but I haven't eaten millet porridge, can't I?"

Wen Liyan couldn't help laughing, "I've made the same breakfast three times."

Jiang Mu glared at him and gasped for breath, "One more word, don't eat it!"

Wen Liyan immediately coaxed people, "Would you like to take another cucumber?"

"I want something sweet and sour," Jiang Mu said.

"no problem."

Although there were only two people at breakfast, but the dishes were not suitable at all, Jiang Mu was really hungry.

In the past few days, her focus has been on painting, and she only needs to be able to eat what she eats, and there are no other requirements.

But now, things are finally over, and her need for three meals naturally comes up.

More than half of the dishes on the table went into Jiang Mu's bowl.

Wen Liyan hardly moved his chopsticks, his eyes kept on Jiang Mu.

For a moment, he felt as if he had returned to the way they ate before he had no illness and left the Shanghai market. It was warm, lively, and relaxed.

After a breakfast, Wen Liyan finally spoke.

"Are we reconciled now?"

Jiang Mu raised his eyebrows, "I forgot if you didn't say anything, I haven't forgiven you yet!"

Wen Liyan: "..."

Did he shoot himself in the foot?

"However, since you took care of me for half a month and didn't let me starve to death in the studio, I'll forgive you first." Jiang Mu added.

Wen Liyan's eyes lit up again, "How many hours are there in total?"

This Jiang Mu really hadn't thought about it seriously, and she just said it casually.

"Ten o'clock... let's go!"

Wait, what's up with this uncertain tone?

Jiang Mu didn't care about someone who was tangled, she was too tired and had to make up for her sleep.

Wen Liyan who stayed behind cleaned up the mess.

Wen Liyan, who was cleaning up the mess, washed the dishes and was so happy that he almost hummed a little tune.

If the time domain sees this, it will definitely be shocked. It turns out that Wen Liyan also smiled so warmly and brilliantly! The sun has the same chance of coming out of the south.

These days, the relationship between him and Jiang Mu has finally eased.

What could be more happy than this?

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Jiang Mu, who hadn't slept well for more than half a month, even missed lunch when he slept for twelve hours.

It wasn't until night that he woke up.

Wen Liyan didn't eat either, he kept waiting for Jiang Mu, and he cherished the time he didn't eat with Jiang Mu.

"Is it okay for you to stay at home like this?" Not knowing whether it should be called dinner or supper, Wen Liyan and Jiang Mu chatted naturally.

"You're on leave, don't worry."

Jiang Mu asked the head teacher for leave on the excuse that he was preparing to participate in the competition at home. The head teacher was very happy. He was originally a person who likes to draw. He subconsciously had a good impression of Jiang Mu who wanted to participate in the competition. is happy.

Jiang Mu was very relieved, and he was very happy to eat. There was a xiaolongbao in the evening. She felt that he hadn't eaten a xiaolongbao for a long time.

She didn't know yet that she was away from school during this period of time, causing an uproar in the school!

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