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Meng Junyao stood in front of a mirror frame, staring at it for a long time, looking left, right, squinting his eyes, tilting his head to look again, as if he wanted to see it as a flower.

It was a "photographic" work, and there wasn't much on the "photo", it was just a wilderness and snow scene.

The strangely shaped branches were covered with snow, like white coral growing at will. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the light and shadow are cast on the "white coral", casting fine and wild shadows on the ground.

It is such a picture, and in the tranquility one feels an indescribable power.

In this small city in the south of the Yangtze River, the only art museum is held two or three times a year.

Originally, Meng Junyao said that he was too busy to toss that Longya School recently, so he wouldn't come to visit, but his agent Lao Tie insisted on letting him "recharge".

He said Lao Meng, your fame is getting bigger and bigger, and there are more and more people who praise you, and some of them are unprincipled and bottom-line. If you indulge in it, and if you don't learn new things, absorb new elements, and understand new trends, you will inevitably go downhill! Aren't you claiming to want to break the spell that "as soon as a painter becomes famous, the level of his work declines"?

He had a point, so Meng Junyao obediently took the time to come.

Browsing pictures on the Internet, staring and learning from standing in front of Mobao, after all, the feeling is completely different.

Perhaps in the eyes of some, he is a dull person with a sluggish personality.

But in front of most of the paintings, his sharp gaze seems to be able to penetrate the glass covered by the painting and see directly into the artist's heart.

Meng Junyao pointed to the frame and said, "This snow photo has a taste, I like it very much." ”

Now he is a celebrity in the art world, and when he visits art exhibitions, he is accompanied by a staff member who specializes in explaining to him.

The staff hurriedly reminded: "Mr. Meng, this is not a photo, it is a pencil hand-drawn." ”

"Pencil drawings?"

At this time, Meng Junyao was shocked that his eyes, which had witnessed countless works of art, could be wrong.

Looking at it again, the meticulousness of each stroke and the delicate control of light and shadow are incredible. Using a pencil to draw a photographic effect that is difficult to distinguish between real and fake, this is not a three-year and five-year effort!

Meng Junyao: "Which painter's masterpiece is this?"

Staff: "A Georgian painter. There are also two of his works over there. ”

Meng Junyao couldn't wait to see it. One is a village, the other is a farmland, the same covered with snow, the same delicate light and shadow that can be fake, and they are all drawn with a pencil.

The staff added: "Yes, this painter has only painted snow scenes for more than 60 years, and he is known as the 'Snow Devil'. ”

When the painter was a child, his father was an alcoholic, and he often beat and scolded his mother and sister. The mother couldn't stand the domestic violence and ran away from home. A boy who had just graduated from elementary school was self-reliant and went to work at the commissary.

When the snow covered everything and the shops were deserted, he painted over and over again the snowy road where his mother left home. For him, it's a kind of psychological healing.

Once, when he was sketching in the field, he found that he couldn't move and was almost frozen, but fortunately he was rescued by a passerby, and he was obsessed with snow for 60 years.

A reporter waded through mountains and rivers to find the painter's home in the mountains and asked him to give some advice to future generations, and the painter, who was already a dying old man at that time, said simply: "Farmers sow seeds in spring, pay attention to the season, and can paint, and it is not too late to paint." ”

Then he went to do farm work.

Meng Junyao was deeply shocked when he heard the story of this legendary painter, and at the same time felt ashamed, realizing that compared with the old gentleman, his hard work and sweat were far from enough, and he was not even as hard as practicing his left hand when he was injured in the earthquake.

Hurry up and go on, otherwise the back waves of the Yangtze River will push the front waves, and he will be shot to death on the beach as the front waves.

Since then, he's been busier.

Until one day, Dongyun called to scold him, and restored the image of a domineering wife and sister who made Meng Junyao automatically retreat 3 meters: "The surname Meng, where have you died again! Your Meng Yiran (little longan) is howling on my knees, and your Nanzhi is now ...... in the hospital."

"Hospital, what's wrong with Namji?"

"You're too embarrassed to ask!"

It turned out that Nanzhi was alone and had to watch Xiao Longan and cook, and at the same time he had to answer the phone call from Longya Art School, but he didn't pay attention, and the kitchen knife cut a big hole in his finger and went to the hospital for several stitches.

Nanzhi is Dongyun's weakness, as long as Nanzhi is good, as long as Meng Junyao is good to Nanzhi, Dongyun is the best wife and sister in the world, on the contrary, her anger is not covered.

But after the incident, after Meng Junyao apologized, usually her anger disappeared.

Meng Junyao blamed himself very much, feeling that he had not done well in his career, and he had not taken care of his wife and children.

Dongyun does not relent: There are still 4 elderly people to take care of in other people's families, and none of you have any old people, so what qualifications do you have to complain about? If you are not full, you have to open that art school......

"Stop, stop, stop, I know what you're going to say next, sister-in-law. ”

Meng Junyao hurriedly asked her to brake suddenly, and her ears were already grinding out calluses.

When I came to the hospital, the atmosphere was not so tense, and Nanzhi, who was wrapped in gauze on his fingers, smiled softly and said softly: "Jun Yao, it's all because I'm not careful." It's okay now, you can go about it, I'll be very careful in the future. ”

"Why are you so good?" Meng Junyao held the hand of this beautiful woman with a beautiful heart, "Not only do you not complain that I don't care about my family, but I also take all the fault on myself." So many things at home are left to you alone, it's hard work, I think I'll cut my working hours in half in the future......"

Nanzhi: "It's okay, just exercise and train me, I used to be too pampered, my sister didn't let me do much work, and I was in my 30s and not as good as other teenage girls." ”

Meng Junyao felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, a yellow flower girl who had never worked much in the boudoir, after following her, she had to do all kinds of housework in big and small affairs, and her hands were much rougher than before.

Nanzhi hurriedly said: "I think this is good, I used to think that I was a waste, but now I feel like a superwoman, but I have a sense of accomplishment." ”

has been a prodigal son for half his life, and he has always been one person who has fed the whole family without hunger, and has not been responsible for anyone. Now, Meng Junyao has a strong idea of giving Nanzhi happiness.

Such a good woman, it's blind not to cherish it!

He also suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have thought about Xiaobai for two months......

On this day, Chunni walked in the garden of Wu's Hospital accompanied by a nurse.

The nurse was invited by Xiaobai from a public hospital, Chunni thought that he was not short of arms and legs, but Xiaobai insisted on letting the nurse's aunt stay and take care of him.

Chunni is not afraid of spending money, and besides, the eldest aunt does not ask her for salary, Xiaobai has already paid it.

Chunni's mind was not on money. When a person is in despair, no amount of money becomes important at all.

She actually doesn't need to be supported, but the nurses don't dare to slack off and never leave.

At that moment, a toddler who had just learned how to walk giggled and stumbled towards her.

Chunni took a closer look, this little pot friend is really good-looking, as if he is a mixed-race, he has such a clear facial contour at such a young age, and such bright eyes, he must be a handsome guy who is fascinated by death when he grows up!

Looking at it, thinking of the child she had just lost, Chunni couldn't help but redden.

Seeing that the little pot friend was walking, the little short legs were weak, and he pounced directly on the spring mud legs.

"Baby, did you recognize your mother by mistake?"

A kind and familiar male voice sounded in his ears, making Chunni unconsciously stir.

In the next second, Ding Ning's young and handsome face came into view.

He is still holding a beautiful and generous foreign woman in one hand, and he is also a pot-bellied mother-to-be, and his face is overflowing with happiness.

Ding Ning was pleasantly surprised: "Hi, Chunni! I really didn't expect to meet you here!"

Chunni was stunned, and he really didn't want to be bumped into by their family when he was in the worst state, but he still greeted politely.

"This is my wife Susan, this is my eldest son," Ding Ning introduced enthusiastically, proudly putting his hand on the high bulging belly, "This is my second child, I will almost have both children and daughters, congratulations to me!"

With such a cheerful voice and such a happy smile, anyone who listens to it will be infected.

Ding Ning's family came to country W for a journey to find their roots, after all, his grandparents and parents were both natives of country W.

Later, during the trip, I temporarily decided to give birth to my daughter in country W, anyway, the family business also plans to develop this market, and today I brought my wife to the hospital for a check-up.

Chunni had to find an excuse to break up the nurse aunt.

Ding Ning also handed over his son to his wife, and then came over and asked Chunni with concern: "Why are you in the hospital?

It's hard to put into words. How could Chun Ni complain about his own experience on such an occasion with a man who once sincerely pursued him, but was rejected by himself, and is now enjoying the joy of family? Isn't that a clear joke?

Chunni, who is very face-saving, said as calmly as possible: "Oh, a little problem, it's fine." ”

She wanted to slip away quickly, lest Ding Ning ask the last question she wanted to hear.

However, the simple and happy Ding Ning finally met someone on the other side of the ocean who had made her tempted and forced to give up, and of course she would not forget to care about her love life: "What about Mr. Yi? Are you two okay now?"

Although he had been mentally prepared, Chunni's expression froze, and he spit out with difficulty: "It's good, it's good...... By the way, your Chinese has improved a lot. ”

The topic was successfully diverted, and it may be that Ding Ning noticed her pale face all of a sudden, so he didn't ask. If she was okay with Mr. Yi, she should have a sweet face when she mentioned him, shouldn't she?

After a few more words of insincere conversation, the seemingly harmonious meeting ended.

When they were about to break up, Ding Ning took out her business card and asked her to be free to contact, and when he said that, he picked her up to his house to be a guest, and then left with the small one and the big one in his arms.

The spring mud, who is still alone to this day, saw the back of their family of three falling in love with each other and leaving, only to feel that his chest was jammed. If I hadn't been so blind at the beginning and accepted Ding Ning's pursuit, I would have been very happy now, right?

Even if you don't stay with him, if you continue to work hard after graduation, instead of insisting on returning to China to follow the scumbag, you should be developing well now, right?

I wanted to marry love, but as a result, I didn't take thousands of avenues, but I chose a dead end!

Whoever asks for himself, he asks for himself.

That sentence is well said, the tears you shed in the future are all the water in your brain today.

It's a pity that the wrong person to love and the wrong youth to pay are now irretrievable......