Xiaobai wrote down the names of Grandpa He, Dean Feng, Chunni, Meng Junyao and Nanzhi, Dongyun's family, Qiulin, Xiaojing, Sister Zhang, a senior sister named Zhou Xue (that is, her son's name is Ji Shanen, the one who remembers Wushan's kindness), and the names of some partners and good colleagues in the welfare home, and after thinking about it, she added Wuermu and Abba Wumu, who had never met.

Shen Changge pointed to the list and asked, "Who is this Wuermu?

Xiaobai: "A very ambitious young man from the grassland. ”

Shen Changge: "Young man?"

Xiaobai smiled: "Only a 9-year-old young man." ”

So he told about the experience of meeting in the dome of the steppe, how Uermu sensibly got up early and greedy for darkness, he took care of Abba, how he was erudite and overcame all difficulties to read more.

Shen Changge was moved when he heard it: "It's really a good boy, the poor man's child is in charge early, I must meet him when the wedding comes, and let him stay here with his father for a few more days to travel...... Eh, but when did the mountain build a library in the grassland?"

Xiaobai: "Didn't he tell you?"

Shen Changge: "He briefly mentioned it, saying that he wanted to get a house in the grassland, but I thought it was a holiday house, and I didn't know that he was doing good deeds." ”

Xiaobai: "You don't know if it's a matter of aiding Africa?"

Shen Changge was puzzled: "What Yuanfei?"

Xiaobai smiled: "It seems that Wushan didn't tell his family about the good things he did." ”

Shen Changge also smiled: "Dashan has not been a child who likes to invite merit since he was a child, and he has pushed his brother for all the good deeds; ”

Xiaobai Mei thought to herself, well, such a man is the most manly......

Rewind the clock to a few months ago.

K City. Shinonome Inn.

On this day, a foreigner couple with silver hair and well-dressed clothes came to stay at the hotel, they were obviously particularly interested in the antique decoration of the inn, and every time they saw a delicate knick-knack, they could not walk down the road, and they had to hold a "long gun and a short cannon" for a long time.

Later, their footsteps stopped in front of an oil painting on the lobby wall, this time it was over, they couldn't move at all, and their love for this painting was overflowing.

The picture is actually quite simple – the left half is almost blank, and the right half is lightly outlined in light ink outlining a small farmhouse with a closed gate. However, the peach blossoms of the trees at the door are very vivid, and there is a pair of sparrows flying on the branches.

The color is simple, fresh, simple, and very oriental.

Ordinary people only think it looks good, but they don't know the deep meaning.

In fact, what Meng Junyao painted is an ancient poem - the human face does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

The longing for Xiaobai and the helplessness of fate will always flow out of his pen silently, and sometimes he doesn't even realize it.

This kind of sorrow is faintly wrapped between the eyebrows, wrapping around the heart, even the joy of being a new father can't completely catch it, but fortunately, it doesn't affect life.

It happened that Dongyun was passing by here, and the foreign couple hurriedly grabbed the boss and asked her in Chinese, who was not very proficient, whose masterpiece was this.

Because of the "long guns and short cannons" they carry, Dongyun easily understood, and she said proudly that this was painted by her brother-in-law, and my brother-in-law and sister are both engaged in art!

The foreign couple looked happy and asked if they could meet the author, and they had something to say to him.

However, due to the limited level of Chinese and the fact that Dongyun does not understand English, she did not understand after communicating for a long time.

The foreign couple asked if the painting was for sale, after all, a pinch of their fingers represented money, which is the language used all over the world besides smiling.

This time, Shinonome understood again.

Meng Junyao once said that all his works can be sold if someone likes them, and the price is up to Dongyun. Only by selling it can the value of the painting be reflected, and only then can he do his due part for this family.

Shinonome is a businessman, but he is also a businessman who has not fully penetrated into the eyes of money. Seeing that the two foreign friends were in love with the painting, they quoted a not very high price for their conscience, but the couple was not satisfied.

Thinking that they were too expensive, Shinonome lowered it a little more, this time taking a piece of paper and writing down the numbers in case of misunderstanding.

The foreigner couple was emotional and even hugged and told Dongyun, NO NO NO, the value of this painting is definitely more than that, this painter is a genius and should not be buried!

Dongyun didn't understand, mainly because she didn't expect that there would be a situation in this world where buyers thought the seller's price was low, so she didn't think about it.

Fortunately, the little girl at the front desk of the store passed level 4 in English so-so, so she was called to be the translator of the second knife.

It turned out that the real intention of the foreign couple was not to buy the painting, but to inquire about the painter's local prestige, and the price of the painting was an expression of prestige.

They asked to see the author.

Dongyun has always been proud of his sister and brother-in-law, and seeing that Meng Junyao now has foreign fans, he happily agreed to call him.

Before the phone rang, Meng Junyao was lazily lying on the comfortable big bed, concentrating on poking his daughter Xiao Longan's fat face with stubble, making her scream, and he thought it was funny.

Of course, in fact, he pierced very lightly, and he wouldn't hurt her at all, and if he poked it, he would pull the villain over and coax her for a long time, and finally coaxed her, and couldn't help but make her scream again, and the cycle repeatedly......

Xiao Longan screamed not because it hurts, but because it is annoying—is it endless?

This boring process is a mystery and fun for Meng Junyao, and he never gets tired of playing it, perhaps which is why some super simple games are addictive.

After a while, Meng Junyao, who received the call, finally released Xiao Guiyuan.

An uncle wearing a big undershirt, big pants, flip-flops, a homely atmosphere, the smell of milk powder, and maybe a little diaper came steadily, very down-to-earth: "Who is looking for me?"

Westerners' aesthetics of physiognomy are different from those of Orientals, and sometimes most Orientals think that they are not very eye-catching, but foreigners think that they are very sexy, and they are not obsessed with pursuing star-like sweet potato seed faces, double eyelids, and fair skin...... Temperament, connotation, and personality are scored higher.

Therefore, in the eyes of this foreign couple, who have read countless people, this raunchy painter is not only not ugly, but handsome and stylish. His brilliant yet indisputable temperament simply made him radiant! They seemed to see a rising star of fine arts.

Fortunately, in the art world, the definition of a rising star is not as narrow as in show business, and it is not so demanding about age.

The foreign gentleman knew that the communication was not smooth, and he didn't talk nonsense, so he simply took out his business card with a black background and gilded it, which surprised Meng Junyao.

The business card reads - Hartwig Fisher, Director of the British Museum!

The second knife translator hurriedly conveyed it.

The British Museum, also known as the British Museum, is the oldest and most magnificent comprehensive museum in the world, and one of the four largest and most famous museums in the world, with more than 8 million valuable collections.

Of course, Meng Junyao knew about this museum, and not long ago, he had a work by a painter he liked, and he held a personal exhibition there.

However, he never thought that he would have anything to do with the British Museum, so he just shook hands with the Fishers in a flattering manner.

The strength of the old couple was great, and Meng Junyao's hand hurt like pincers.

It is said that in the West, the stronger the handshake, the more it can express the sincerity of the other party, so you should not take a dragonfly with a soft touch of water, but look at the other person hard.

Meng Junyao's arms were about to be removed, and the curator and his wife let go and asked to see his other works.

Meng Junyao: "Okay, then come with me." ”

After Dongyun realized what was going on, he was so excited that he was about to go into shock, which shows that his brother-in-law is really talented, and his work is really good!

Meng Junyao, however, took the Fishers to the small studio that he and Nanzhi had carefully managed, where in addition to some student work, of course, there were also his and Nanzhi's own paintings, including landscapes, flowers, birds, fish and insects.

However, what Meng Junyao is best at is actually characters, it is estimated that they were all practiced by Xiaobai back then, and he practiced white drawing in his heart when he had nothing to do.

Mr. and Mrs. Fisher were full of praise and felt that they had found a treasure.

With permission, he continued to shoot with long guns and short cannons, and said with Meng Junyao's hand: "Mr. Meng, you are the most talented contemporary painter I have ever met, and your future should be immeasurable." I'll go back and arrange for approval, and try to arrange a solo exhibition for you at the British Museum within half a year, I don't know what your intention is?"

Meng Junyao, who realized it later, then understood, ah, it turns out that what his wife and sister said about gold is finally going to shine is what it means, I met Bole!

What man doesn't want his talent and hard work to be recognized, and he doesn't want to have a respectable social status?

After another meaningful handshake, Meng Junyao's first thought was to share it with Xiaobai...... As a result, there was a long screaming on the phone.

Meng Junyao wiped his sweat: "Xiaobai, you haven't practiced painting recently, but you have practiced your lung capacity, right?"

Xiaobai: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Meng, I'm so excited for you." Do you remember, many years ago, you told me that if one day, your work could be put on display in a temple like the British Museum, it would be a real success, and now you have done it! You have broken so many pens and worn out so many times, and now God has doubled to compensate you!"

Meng Junyao said emotionally: "There is also your credit here. ”

He was right.

It is true that he loves art, but because he is honest and upright, not good at slipping on horses, not tactful enough, he suffers a lot of losses, and is easy to be depressed when he is treated unfairly.