Chapter 132

Xu Fang's face sank.

She didn't think of it. However, Fu yuanxiu wanted to move out of Xiangyin, but she soon returned to normal. She said, "well, if Xiangyin is free, he should still be in a meeting now?"

The purpose of this 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. "It's about half an hour."

"Well," Xu Fang said, and if pointed out, "I'm very curious. Do Mr. Fu know the painter of this painting?"

In a word, all the people present understood.

Some people directly put forward: "a little unknown painter, how can you still let us comment on Chinese painting? What's the origin of this painter

Ye Li's face was whiter. She looked at Xue Xi: "at sunset, I want to go back."

Xue Xi held her in a daze in her misty eyes.

Is Ye Li hurt in this way? But her mouth is stupid, will not cajole people, she can only nod, the tone of voice with unprecedented light: "good."

She helped Ye Li out.

Mrs. Li comforted her, "Mrs. Xue, your painting is very good. Don't pay too much attention to it."

Ye Li squeezed out a smile on her and staggered away.

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the car is quiet on the way home.

Xue Xi didn't know how to break the calm in the car. She thought about it and picked up her mobile phone to send a message: "teacher, are you there? ]

Almighty boss: [what's up? ]

study: [my mother's painting was criticized today. She is in a bad mood. How can I comfort her? ]

Almighty man: [I suggest you don't say anything. ]

Xue Xiwei was stunned and waited for a while. The other party sent a long message.

Almighty man: [your mother always wants to keep a good image of a good mother in front of you. Her grievances and vulnerability are definitely not willing to be exposed in front of her daughter. Your comfort at this time will only be more shameful to her. ]

Xue Xi was convinced: [OK]

after sending, she sent a message to Xue Sheng, telling the story again.

Xue Sheng replied: "I'm going home now. ]

the car arrived home soon.

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

Xue Xi stood beside, always keen, she heard the voice from the mobile phone: "Ye Li, someone comes to buy your painting."

Ye Li's eyes brightened: "who?"

There is something wrong in the other party's voice: "yes, it's a stranger. After entering the door, you can name your paintings directly. He, he..."

The other side sighed: "he said, Xu Fang said, your painting only has skills, no artistic conception, so he only gave 50 yuan."

Many painters are mass-produced, but even so, the majestic landscape paintings like Ye Li should at least be able to sell for hundreds of yuan, and the framed frames will cost hundreds of yuan at least.

Fifty

It's humiliating.

Ye Li's fingers are tight, and there is a tangle in her eyes.

Xue Xi grabbed her mobile phone and opened her mouth: "Auntie, my mother doesn't sell it."

The other side pauses, "OK, OK."

Hang up the phone, Xue Xi handed her the mobile phone.

Ye Li has been completely beaten, self-confidence, can no longer maintain her face, stumbled into the room, song wenman out, want to speak, but ye Li bypassed her, straight upstairs, into the studio.

Song wenman was stunned: "what's the matter?"

Xue Xi once again explained what happened at the exhibition.

Song wenman sighed: "no matter how good you are, if you haven't done it for 18 years, you will be unfamiliar. But Xu Fang is obviously attacking your mother and letting her own mentality collapse first! "

Artists, writers and other industries, works are related to mentality.

If ye Li did not have confidence, then how to do after that?

Xue Xi looked up the stairs with worry.

At this time, outside the door came the sound of vehicles, Xue Sheng strode into the room, "where's your mother?"

"Studio upstairs."

Xue Sheng went upstairs without saying a word: "I'll see her."

Song wenman and Xue Xi looked at each other, and she sighed: "in those days, your father was the least impressive among those who pursued your mother. Now it seems that your mother has chosen the right person. You see what I'm telling you about this. Go upstairs and do your homework at sunset. Don't worry about your mother. It's OK. "

In the studio, the window is open, the wind is blowing in, and the white gauze curtain is fluttering, and the painting paper on the table is blown to turn the page and make a rustling sound.

Ye Li sat on the sofa, purple cheongsam wrapped her graceful figure, set off her increasingly thin. Looking at the brushes and paper that used to be life in front of her, Xu Fang's words flashed into her mind:

"it seems that the painter has not painted for many years, and the tip of the brush is strange and sluggish..."No wonder she's not confident. She hasn't taken a brush for 18 years.

Eighteen years ago, after giving birth to her baby, she heard that there was a famous painting exhibition. So she turned on the TV and wanted to see it.

As a result, I was fascinated. When I came back to my mind, I found that the nanny was missing, and her sleeping daughter in the stroller beside her was also missing.

No one knows how guilty she is. She put the blame on herself, so she sealed her pen since then.

Eighteen years of muddleheaded, let her completely lose all the courage.

It was Xue Xi's return that gave her the courage to paint again. But now, it's all over again.

She clenched her fists tightly, and her chest was so stuffy that she wanted to cry.

At one time, she was also a star in the field of traditional Chinese painting, but now she can only sell 50 yuan for a painting

She didn't want to rise until she was 42. It was too late, too late.

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

She shouldn't be painting. It's an insult to Chinese painting. She can't. It's time to let go

At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open, 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 those paintings in the fire pot, and immediately looked at her: "Ye Li!"

Ye Li couldn't help it any longer. She threw herself into his arms and cried: "I don't want to draw any more. I can't do it any more. I really can't..."

Xue Sheng held her and patted her on the shoulder. His heart seemed to be filled with bitterness. He whispered, "OK, no more painting. Ye Li, I think about it. You want to rise because you don't have a sense of security. I give you the shares of the company, the house and the money... "

The cry in the bedroom came to Xue Xi'er who just went upstairs.

She pauses outside the studio and enters her own room.

Immediately, she picked up her mobile phone and sent a wechat message to the painter: "can you help me have a look? Is the painting of cold mountain in your painting exhibition really without artistic conception? ]

the reply of painting is very fast: [no problem, I will go to see it now. ]

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