After the Fishers left, the news came out, and the Dongyun Inn and even the entire small city in the south of the Yangtze River were boiling.

In the history of K City, there has never been a painter who can hold a solo exhibition at the level of the British Museum!

In addition to Dongyun, the most excited person is his wife Nanzhi. She thought for a moment and gestured in sign language, "We should celebrate." ”

Meng Junyao was not in a hurry or slow: "What people say is 'fighting', and 'fighting' is not yet a certainty, don't be too happy." ”

Namzhi: "No, we're not celebrating a solo exhibition at the British Museum, we're celebrating that your talent has finally been recognized. ”

Meng Junyao felt that what she said made sense.

Even if he has a family now, he is no longer a person who eats enough and the whole family is not hungry, but shoulders the burden of supporting his family, but he still does not have much desire for fame and fortune, but he has indeed been silently looking forward to being recognized by the world and being correctly defined.

He picked up his baby daughter and kissed her pink fat face: "Okay, little longan, let's listen to your mother!"

So Nanzhi and Dongyun worked in the kitchen for a long time, made a large table of dishes, and served the little longan on the table, and the family was happy.

I don't know how many times better this kind of day is better than the days when Meng Junyao was alone and wandering in a foreign land and no one knew about being sick, but the faint sadness and regret in his heart still stuck to the city.

Perhaps, an imperfect life is also perfection in another sense, because absolute perfection does not exist at all, there are ups and downs, joys and sorrows, which can be called complete.

Two months later, Meng Junyao received an official invitation letter from the British Museum, and the other party also sent a special assistant and translator to help with the operation and communication.

At the same time, large-scale advertising began to be made for him around the world, and the name Meng Junyao became popular at once, and the business of Dongyun Inn became much more popular as a result.

Of course, as a descendant of Meng Haoran, this publicity opportunity should not be missed. However, no one knows about the stone.

The works that had been placed randomly in a small studio were now carefully packed and sent to a special room in the inn, ready to sail across the sea to the highest level of art!

Now thinking of the experience of being brushed off the list of entries by the National Art Museum for no reason, Meng Junyao only smiled, although he was indeed hit hard at that time.

Of course, he also devoted himself to creating some higher-level works, after all, there are still a lot of them needed to open a solo exhibition.

In addition to Nanzhi and Dongyun, there is naturally another person who is so happy that Meng Junyao burst into tears, that person is Bai Yunuan, no one knows Teacher Meng's hard work for so many years better than her.

Therefore, on the day he learned the news, Xiaobai felt that he had rarely been so happy in his life. Now it's time for her to share her good news with him.

People who engage in art are a little more emotional. Meng Junyao held Xiaobai's wedding card, mixed with joy and sorrow. Why is it sad and why is it happy, I don't need to go into details.

Even if you can't marry her in this life, you still use all your strength to pray for her.

After Xiaobai's wedding card was sent, he quickly received responses from all directions.

However, among the many surprises and blessings, the one that attracted Xiaobai's attention the most was the reply of the steppe boy Uermu.

Unexpectedly, after his Abba was bitten by a poisonous snake, he became more and more sick, and died not long ago.

Uermu now lives with his uncle, but his uncle's family originally had 6 children younger than him, and life was relatively poor, so Uermu had to help with a lot of work every day, and he hadn't been to the Stargazing Pavilion Library to read books for a long time, and it seemed that he was getting farther and farther away from his dream.

Empathizing with his fate, coupled with cherishing his talent and character, Xiaobai really wanted to adopt Uermu.

However, if Uermu is willing not to say, it is obviously not suitable for him to accept a child before he gets married, and I am afraid that he will not be able to pass the guarantor's assessment. Bringing an adopted child to marry into the Wu family is even more inappropriate.

Besides, adoption is a lifelong responsibility, and it can't be done on the spur of the moment, so Xiaobai suppressed this idea.

Uermu was in a low mood, so it was inconvenient for him to attend the wedding......

It was nearly the middle of the night, the moon was like water, and the usually noisy inn had quieted down, and the corridor was quiet.

But Meng Junyao hadn't rested yet, he sat alone in the room dedicated to storing exhibits, admiring the painting "Peach Blossoms Still Smiling in the Spring Breeze", with a pile of empty wine bottles at his feet.

Although there is not a single figure in this painting, he can clearly see her beautiful face. The corners of her eyebrows, the corners of her eyes, and the curvature of her lips are so clear that it seems that a person is standing in front of her.

Since there were no guests in the few rooms next to the house, he couldn't help but take out the organ and play it softly, thinking about the girl by the way.

In the past few months, Meng Junyao has devoted himself to the preparation of the exhibits, and often stays here in the middle of the night.

Of course, there are some reasons that there are a lot of things to be busy during the day, and Xiao Guiyuan is also very sticky to him, and would rather be pricked by his beard stubble than hug him.

Still worried that he would make a noise to others, he decided to call it a day and silently brought it home.

The wife and daughter were already asleep, and there was only moonlight in the room, and it was peaceful.

Meng Junyao thought, what else do you want? Isn't this the happiness I want?

He didn't turn on the light, and lay down lightly.

However, after a short time, when he was breathing evenly, Namzhi quietly got up.

She knew that her husband was obsessed with painting, and he was very arrogant, and his memory was not good, and he often forgot to lock the door, including the door of the house.

Each of the framed exhibits in that storeroom was to be sent to the British Museum for thousands of people to admire, and every piece was condensed by his painstaking efforts, and he didn't lock the door, in case some of the sloppy guys broke in and broke one or two.

So, Namzhi put on his clothes and tiptoed out the door, going to the inn's room dedicated to storing exhibits.

You don't have to go far anyway, you just have to turn the next floor.

Unexpectedly, now that he has not even held a personal exhibition, Meng Junyao is already famous, and the collection value of his works has also risen, and some people have long been worried about it!

If you get a few pieces now, in a few years, oh no, even if you wait for a few months to finish the exhibition, it will definitely not be this price!

There were two thieves, who had been patient outside the door of the storage room for half the night, and they cursed in their hearts, do you say that there is something wrong with this person, he doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, and he drinks and plays the piano here, it's really a toss!

Finally, Emma finally consumed Meng Junyao, who was a chronic child.

They yelled and just wanted to pry the door, but were pleasantly surprised to find that the door was not locked at all, which was too convenient!

Because they were afraid that the painting would be damaged and affect its value, they were very careful, and transported it one frame after another, and the van that received it was parked outside the back door of the inn.

Nanzhi was worried at all, and the arrogant Meng Junyao really forgot to lock the door again.

Because he generally only remembers the big things in his heart, and does not care about the small things.

However, there is an exception related to Bai Yunuan, and he will remember everything about her very clearly.

Namzhi came to the hallway with sleepy eyes, and was surprised to see two dark shadows moving her husband's painting out of the storeroom.

She thought she was dreaming, rubbing her eyes and looking, it was real!

Each of them was the work of her husband, and without any of them, she couldn't explain it to the British Museum, and every one of them was registered.

Even if Meng Junyao is asked to create another painting, in the same environment and with the same painting tools, it is impossible to paint exactly the same feeling, because people's mood will change.

Therefore, it can be said that each piece is unique and must not be the same as those machine-printed images.

Nanzhi was so anxious that he wanted to call someone, but he couldn't shout.

In addition to a few empty houses next to it, the corridor and beyond are all guests from all over the world, and it is not easy to knock on the door and call people out. But if you run back to call Meng Junyao, or knock on the door of your sister and brother-in-law, when everyone arrives, the studio will be emptied!

Nanzhi didn't think much about it, and went up to stop it without saying a word.

The thief was busy when he suddenly saw someone coming in the middle of the night, and he seemed a little panicked.

When I looked closely, it was okay, there was a weak woman in total, and she seemed to be mute, so she became even more arrogant, one dragged her, and the other continued to move the frame out unscrupulously.

Nanzhi was so small that he couldn't break free, so he had to bite the thief's wrist hard.

The person who grabbed her immediately let go of her, almost screaming out in pain, and then raised his hand and gave her a slap, and cursed in a low voice.

Half of his cheeks hurt hotly, but Nam Zhi was not afraid, and he didn't even bother to rub it twice, so he continued to rush up and pull and block, even if the thief showed a bright knife, he didn't care!

The thieves didn't know who she was, and the more she stopped, the more they felt that the paintings must be valuable.

How did they know that Namggyi valued her husband's paintings more than her own life, so she didn't have time to be afraid!

Since she was a child, she has been the pearl of her adoptive parents and that sister who is not related by blood, let alone fighting with people, even a mosquito has never let her fight.

Due to Nanzhi's desperate obstruction, he interfered with the thief's stealing drawing, and the knife was stabbed on her intentionally + unintentionally in the scramble!

As for where it was rooted, the thief himself did not know, and he seemed to have waved it a few times.

Seeing her fall to the ground, the two thieves didn't dare to fight anymore, patted their buttocks and ran away.

A total of 3 paintings were stolen, including the one "Peach Blossoms Still Laughing in the Spring Breeze". But if it weren't for Namgyyi's blocking, it would definitely be far more than that.

Nanzhi was in pain and urgency, and his throat couldn't come out again. Regardless of her injuries, she felt sorry for the stolen works.

I wish there was someone here! Call the police and let the police chase back those paintings.

Nanzhi blamed herself very much, feeling that she was sorry for her husband as a wife and failed to protect his heart and soul.

She endured the pain, endured the blackening in front of her eyes, and called his name over and over again in her heart: "Jun... ...... Haruka!"

Before she lost consciousness, she had never made any sound in her life, and she actually shouted Meng Junyao's name in a weak volume!