Baochun put the backpack behind his back, and first took out the leaflet given by the staff, I have to say that Chu Feng knows marketing very well, and he also knows how to catch people's attention, and there is a big close-up of the work himself on the homepage.

Delicate and tough facial features, tall and upright slender figure, casual and idle attitude, coupled with consistent uninhibited and arrogant eyes.

Is this a brochure leaflet, is it clearly a fashion magazine?!

Baochun couldn't help but be congested in his head, let alone someone else.

Not to mention others, even her eyeballs were attracted, and she really wanted to see what today's protagonist looked like, and of course, she was even more curious about the works on display inside.

At home, the paintings drawn by the man were usually quickly picked up by the old man, so she hardly saw them.

Besides, she doesn't have a few artistic cells in her body, just like the taxi driver said, I don't know what it is after reading it, and what I want to express it, just because I read it, I see it in vain.

However, when she closed the leaflet and walked towards the painting hanging on the wall, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl, and warm liquid gushed out of her eyes.

She doesn't have to worry about not being able to understand it, because the scene in the painting is too familiar, this is not creation, this is a reproduction of the scene where they lived.

Each one is a child dressed in Daiei's costume and her.

There are three children who practice martial arts together, some fight, and some twins play tricks on their sleeping brother......

There are brothers who teach twin siblings, there are brothers who hold one in front and drag one behind, there are twin boys who make it bad, and there are twin sisters who hold chickens that are only bigger than their heads and gnaw, and their mothers are worried that they will frown and want to come forward to grab them......

Most of the characters in the paintings are three children, a mother, and four protagonists, but it is always reminiscent of five.

The recorder, the one who doesn't appear in the painting, always gives the illusion that he is there, participating in every scene.

Baochun's heart was filled with distress and guilt, he missed that place, he never expressed it, but appealed to this longing on the painting......

Although it is backward, primitive, and underdeveloped, every time she thinks about it, she also misses it, where they met, entangled, then fell in love, tribulated, and then got married and had children.

In just six years, even she will miss it, let alone Rong Zheng, who has always lived there.

"Wow, I'm here for the appearance of this painter, I didn't expect to be so talented."

"The painting is really good, I look like he is about the same age as us, but he is much bigger than us, better than the teachers of our art academy, I decided that from today on, he will be my idol."

"Collect your saliva, it's useless to keep more than a lazi, idols clearly have masters."

"I don't believe it."

"If you don't believe anything, look at these paintings on the walls, the children in the paintings, and the women in the paintings......"

"You don't mean that this is the child of the male god's family, the wife of the male god's family, right?"

"That's right."

"For your size, take a good look at the child in the painting, and then look at the male god, the oldest is more than ten years old, and the male god is only twenty-five or sixteen years old at best, twenty-six or seventeen years old, if he is his own son, that is to say, sixteen or seventeen years old, is this possible?"

"It's rare to be a father at such a young age, especially if you are such a talented person, it is impossible to get married so early, could it be that the characters on this are all mannequins?"

"Or else."

"It's too real, the feelings expressed in the painting are too real, I don't believe it, this is only creation."

"Creation is not made up out of thin air, it comes from the ...... of life," said an old gentleman who had stood for an unknown amount of time with a fan in his hand.

"You mean these aren't models anymore?" I don't believe the character is the girl who found it.

The old gentleman shook his head, "You children's focus is on paintings, but you are concerned about other people's gossip." ”

"Is it possible to better understand the work of the author by knowing the author himself?" Another girl said, "Do you think these are the models you were looking for?" ”

The old gentleman shook his head again, "I don't think it's possible to draw such an expressive work without experiencing it." ”

"Ah, you think so, too, is that impossible? It's so unscientific, how can a male god get married and have children at the age of sixteen or seventeen? ”

"You, I wish the male god in my mind would be a bachelor in this life, no, it should be better to marry you."

"I'll beat you to death, you're so annoying, just know it in your heart, why say it, if you are heard by the male god, how embarrassing."

Bao Chun shook his head with a smile and was about to leave, when the girl in front of her suddenly turned around and asked her, "Do you think the people on this painting are the author's family?" ”

was pulled by Leng Buding and asked such a topic, Baochun was stunned, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

"This girl is very familiar, does it look like the one on the painting?" The old gentleman who suddenly turned around looked at her and said.

"When you say that, it's very similar."

There were many customers who looked sideways.

Baochun didn't speak, he could only remain calm.

"It's a bit like that's right, it's just that the painting is either the back or the side, and there is not even a front, so don't hold on to a portrait and ask."

One of the girls was gossipy and explored, and was ready to pull her to ask, but fortunately, the other girl was more sensible and dragged her back, and Baochun took the opportunity to quickly slip away.

At the end of the gallery, there is a reception room, where the old man Rong Zheng and the children are inside, and there are many other people, carrying guys, who should be reporters and TV stations.

Most of the people who answered the questions were old men, and Rong Zheng didn't speak much, but the slightly formal clothes he wore for such an occasion, Baochun couldn't take his eyes off it.

The hair is combed to the back, revealing a smooth forehead, making the facial features more three-dimensional, the eyes are deeper, the white shirt, the two buttons loosened at the neckline, the slightly exposed chest, and the metal watch are elegant, sexy and noble......

Baochun was not in a hurry to go in, so he leaned against the door and watched silently.

The children's dress is also a lot more formal than usual, Rong Xiaosan'er pushed the brim of his hat to the back, tilted his head to touch other people's cameras, microphones or something, was fished over by Xiaojiu from time to time, and before he was quiet for a while, he ran to the back of the camera to see.

It's not as active as him, but she's delicious, and I don't know who bought her fried chicken, and she's eating it with a mouth full of oil.

His father was next to him, wiping her mouth and telling her to eat slowly, but he didn't tell her not to eat.

Baochun finally knew why the noisy children couldn't eat and drink, because no one asked her to control the diet at all.

Rong Xiaosan'er, who got into the crowd, suddenly turned around and saw Baochun, and howled and pounced, "Mother." ”

Baochun hurriedly caught the little son, who looked like a small cannonball, and turned the brim of the little guy's hat around.

"Mother, mother, many people want to buy Daddy's paintings, and many people take pictures, and they want Daddy to be on TV......"

The little one is like a bird, chirping endlessly.

Quite a few people in the room turned around.

Rong Zheng looked at the door, was stunned, got up and walked over, "What's wrong?" ”

Baochun glanced at him, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile, "What?" Not welcome? Then I'll go back to work. ”

As she was about to leave, Rong Zheng grabbed her arm, "You said you had surgery today." ”

"I changed with someone until the morning, and I finished it." Baochun said.

"Actually, it's nothing, it's just an exhibition." Rong Zheng coughed dryly, his expression indifferent.

"Really?" Baochun blinked, "I'm still afraid that I won't be able to catch up, so I'm in a hurry, it seems that I rushed in vain." ”

"What do you mean by white rush?" Someone changes his face faster than he changes a book, "If you miss this time, you won't want to read it anymore." ”

"Why?" Bao Chun asked.

"Of course they were all sold." Someone raised his chin slightly, a pair of tsundere who said that as long as the master made a move, there was no unsalable.

Baochun knew that it would be like this, his mouth was stiff, but he was actually very happy that she could come, looked at his whole body, and then leaned into his ear, "No, but I really missed it, my lord is so handsome today, I really want you to go out......"

Rong Zheng's face turned red, and he also looked down at himself, the corners of his mouth curled, and he leaned into her ear, "At night, I will show you alone, and you will take off ...... in person."

Baochun, who was molested, glared at him angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "Then you have to wait." ”

"Say anything, say anything, and I'll listen to it." Rong San'er writhed in her mother's arms.

"There's nothing you're not curious about." Rong Zheng took his son and put it on the ground.

The trouble also ran over, and she was going to fight Baochun, but she grabbed her, took out a tissue to wipe her oily hands and mouth, and sighed while wiping, "Can you do anything else besides eating?" ”

"And what am I going to do?" The noisy child asked.

Baochun saw her daughter's serious attitude, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

"You don't have to do anything? As long as you eat less. Xiaojiu came over and grabbed her pigtails.

"But my brother bought the fried chicken for me, and it's a pity to waste it if I don't finish it." Joke talking.

Baochun looked at Xiaojiu, "I thought someone else gave it to her." ”

Baochun's eyes were very unkind, Xiaojiu subconsciously shrunk his neck, laughed dryly, and held her arm flatteringly, "She drooled at other people's fried chicken restaurants, she was very embarrassed, I didn't know and thought that our family wouldn't give her meat, besides, Dad made a lot of money today, so it should be a celebration, and I will definitely not give her food next time." ”

Turning his head, he reprimanded the greedy with a straight face, "Except for the main meal, you are not allowed to stuff anything into your stomach in the future, do you hear?" ”

Looking at a few people aggrievedly, his mouth couldn't be pruned anymore, and he looked at the remaining fried chicken in his hand and quickly stuffed it into his mouth, "But I'll be hungry." ”

"There's no time when you're not hungry." Rong Xiaosan dismantled the stage.

"Alright." Rong Zheng carried the twins one by one, "Take you to lunch." ”

"It's over inside?" Baochun asked.

"It's all nonsense, it's okay, there are Dad and Chu Feng." With no difficulty, he led his wife and children to walk out, but the long spears and short cannons behind him surrounded him.

The spotlight kept flashing, and the questions were projected one after another.

Rong Zheng's brows furrowed, obviously very impatient, but he still restrained himself and replied briefly, "...... Yes, this is my wife and mother of three children......"

"She's the one on the painting?" A brainless one came over and asked.

"What do you say?" Rong Zheng raised his eyebrows, "If it's not her, who else will it be?" ”

There was silence all around, and there was more to look at Baochun, as if he wanted to take a good look at her, what was worthy of the genius painter's love.

"What does Madame Zun do?" Someone started smuggling.

"My mother is a doctor, a surgeon." Xiaojiu replied.

"Your mother?" Someone asked again, "I just heard the twins also call their mother, father, and the title is very distinctive, is it called so in conjunction with today's time-traveling theme exhibition?" ”

"Guess?" Xiaojiu pretended to be profound.

The reporters were stunned, if this was to be answered like this by an adult, it would definitely be more perfunctory, just coming out of the mouth of a teenager, it was more fun, humorous, interesting, and many people laughed.

After a while, Chu Feng came over, saw this scene, and hurriedly stepped forward to relieve the siege, saying that he would take them to see the paintings, and if there were any questions, he would leave them for the afternoon to ask.

The long swords and short cannons withdrew, and the old man got up and wiped his sweat, and said, "It's really difficult to deal with." ”

Baochun smiled and said, "But I see, you look very good, no matter how deep the pit is dug by others, you can not leak." ”

Professor Shen glared, "Can you not stand and talk without backache?" ”

Baochun smiled and hurriedly stepped forward to comfort, "You have worked hard, Rong Zheng and I will respect you for a few more glasses of wine later." ”

"Rare." The old prince looked at her proudly.

"I also want to honor my grandfather."

"And me."

"And me."

The three children joined in the fun again.

For the three children, Professor Shen didn't have any temper at all, and responded with a smile, "Okay, all of them, all of them." ”

"Eat, eat, go eat." The noisy children shouted on Daddy's shoulder.

Baochun raised his forehead, "Girl, can you be reserved?" ”

Professor Shen said, "I haven't seen how reserved you were when you were a child. ”

"I'm talking about the fuss now." Baochun is powerless.

"You can't talk about the stupid things you did when you were a kid?" Professor Shen said.

Bao Chun Qi Knot.

"What's stupid?" Xiaojiu ran to his grandfather and asked.

"Grandpa, say it quickly." Noisy urging.

"Isn't it the same as me, it's too big and wets the bed." Xiao San said excitedly.

Rong Zheng also looked at her with a smile.

"Shut up." Bao Chun knotted, "Why do you talk so much about a meal." ”

Professor Shen complained to Rong Zheng, "She's like this, she can't say it, so she changes the topic." ”

The family walked out as they spoke, but as soon as they turned around, Baochun was stunned, and Professor Shen's face was not good-looking.

Liang Boyuan, who was rejected by Baochun for a meal, was standing far away in the corridor, looking at them in a daze, the expression on his face was extremely incredible.

Obviously, this person followed Baochun all the way.