So, on the day of the Lantern Festival, Ding Dong took Ding Xiaowei to the largest exhibition hall in the city center - where Wen Zihua's art exhibition was located.

Ding Xiaowei is really interested in painting, and even teachers often praise his painting talent in front of the class.

As soon as he entered the hall, Ding Dong was fascinated by the paintings hanging on the walls.

Wen Zi's painting style is fresh and delicate, the colors are elegant and bright, and the paintings are mostly landscapes, and there are occasional figures, all of which are all kinds of occupations: dancers, hawkers, workers...... It seems that his gaze is not limited to square inches. His characters are lifelike and expressive, and every look is just right.

There is a corridor directly in front of the hall, which is also where the paintings are exhibited. Ding Xiaowei didn't know where to run for a long time, and Ding Dong was not in a hurry, so he walked along the corridor while watching.

Wen Zihua is supposed to be a person who pays great attention to detail, and the center and background of each painting are depicted flawlessly.

Ding Dong's gaze lingered on the painting, and he was so engrossed in it that he didn't realize that there was someone next to him.

Suddenly feeling that she had hit someone else, she quickly turned around and apologized. But I saw that the man looked at himself with a smile, his eyebrows and eyes were warm, his eyes were focused, his hair was grabbed into a shape at random, and the whole person looked a little scattered, but it was enough to catch the eye.

"I didn't expect you to be my fan too, Miss Su. Wen Zihua was wearing a white shirt, he put his hands in his pockets, stood casually in place, squinted slightly, and the smile on the corner of his lips was intoxicating.

Ding Donggang wanted to deny it, but after thinking about it, he said, "Now it is." ”

"Then you're just coming over and have a look? I'm so sad. As he said this, the smile on his face did not diminish, and there was no sadness in his tone.

"It was Mr. Wen who recommended you to me, and he was also very concerned about knowing that you had an art exhibition. Ding Dong threw out the key figures.

Hearing her mention Wen Chengguo, Wen Zihua's smile narrowed, and his gaze at her was a little elegant: "I almost forgot, you are an old man's person." Did he ask you to come and hit me?"

Ding Dong smiled dumbly: "How come, he asked me to come over to accompany you." ”

Her words surprised Wen Zihua a little, he raised his eyebrows, and teased in a teasing tone: "Do I look like I lack love?"

"I'm not here to love you. Ding Dong couldn't help laughing out loud, and changed the topic at the right time: "Your painting is very good." ”

"It's often said. Wen Zihua no longer bothered about his father's topic, turned to look at the landscape painting in front of him, and said in a light tone: "It's just a compliment, just because I am the young master of the Wen family, even if I do everything badly, there are still a bunch of people who will say good things with a clear conscience." ”

"Maybe they're genuine? Like me. Ding Dong didn't look at him, his voice was soft, and it sounded unexpectedly pleasant: "You don't always dwell on the name of the young master of the Wen family, maybe they praise you just because they simply appreciate you." ”

"You don't understand. Wen Zihua shook his head, with a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth: "When I was young, I participated in a model airplane competition and won the first place. Everyone was complimenting me on my cleverness, and all sorts of compliments followed, but only I knew that the second place work was much better than me. The most ironic thing is that it was not my father who did it, but the organizers who asked him to change the rankings. ”

"Miss Su, a flower like you who grows up in a greenhouse probably won't understand where my difficulties are. ”

"Everyone is saying: You are from such a good family, you should be grateful, and you still want to leave everything behind and become an ordinary person, I really don't know what to do. ”

Ding Dong looked at him sideways.

The lines of his side face are soft and handsome, and the whole person looks like a literati and inkman. Just standing there quietly is also a beautiful scenery.

"You want to do what you love, and that's understandable because I want to. Ding Dong said this, a little distracted: "But it is precisely because of your special identity that you can have such an achievement, if you are really an ordinary person, you may not be happier than now." Your talent may not be cared for, you may not even have enough money to learn painting and music, and you can only choose a hot and good job in the end, and those ideals and freedoms in the past have become a cinnabar mole in your heart. It's cruel, but that's the reality. ”

This is completely Ding Dong's true words, she has been in the society for so many years, and she understands the side that these noble children do not know. She knows that in this world, money is king, and people without money are unable to move anywhere.

Wen Zihua looked at her sideways.

She seemed to be thinking about something else, and she was slightly distracted. The wet eyes seem to be covered with a faint mist, and all the emotions are hidden in them, and they can't be seen really. Her facial features are delicate and delicate, and even her distracted appearance is so eye-catching.

She seems to have seen it very thoroughly, and ordinary ladies would not think of such a deep layer. They are canaries who have been kept in captivity all year round, and their food and clothing have been considered, and the outside world is dangerous and deadly for them. They have not experienced human suffering, and all the preferential treatment is taken for granted for them.

He narrowed his eyes, and suddenly became quite interested in the woman in front of him.

"Anyway—" Ding Dong came back to his senses, smiled, and looked at him intently, "You are the freest now." ”

At least he can already do what he wants to do, he can hold art exhibitions and write songs, and he doesn't need to shrink his clothes and diet for his livelihood, and he doesn't need to be looked down upon by his employer.

"You're the first person to say that to me. Wen Zihua bent down slightly, stared at her face carefully, and said softly, with some suspicion: "You are a little different from the Su Kerui I expected. ”

His sudden approach made Ding Dong couldn't help but stiffen, and she took a step back, a little worried about whether she was being seen through.

At this moment, a loud "sister" sounded behind her, and Ding Xiaowei appeared in time to save the scene.

Ding Dong breathed a sigh of relief, pulled Ding Xiaowei and began to introduce Wen Zihua: "This is my younger brother, Ding Xiaowei." ”

Wen Zihua straightened his waist and looked at this boy who was no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, and wondered a little: "Your cousin?"

There are only two sisters in the direct descendants of the Su family, and he thinks that this is probably a distant brother in front of him.

Ding Dong shook his head and smiled mysteriously: "I'll tell you later." ”

She had already told Ding Xiaowei about pretending to be Su Kerui, and she was not worried that her younger brother would be embarrassed at a critical moment. Ding Xiaowei is always very sensible and very good at looking at others, which is the survival instinct that their two sisters and brothers have explored over the years of immersion in society.