Judging from the standards of the previous generation, Sima Junyan got married not very early, he gave birth to Sima Ling at the age of 28, and he is now sixty out of forty.

Although he fell in love with sculpture at a very young age, Sima Junyan was depressed until the age of 27, and he could have spent his life in poverty like Van Gogh, and was ridiculed by a layman like the sixth uncle, until his sculpture photos were accidentally seen by Sima Ling's mother, a French female painter who had already become famous.

Sima Ling's mother's name is very long, what is the name of Eleonor. Albertini. Charlotte. Dew. Bourjeva ...... However, she is generally referred to simply as Charlotte.

Charlotte, who is 7 years younger than Sima Junyan, is only 39 years old now, and she became famous very early, so it can be said that she fell in love with Sima Junyan's sculptures before falling in love with Sima Junyan as a person.

Under Charlotte's unremitting promotion, Sima Junyan's sculpture was finally accepted by the foreign art world, and the evaluation became higher and higher.

Sima Junyan's sculptures are rising in the collecting circles at home and abroad, in addition to the fact that he has captured the hearts of foreign female painters with his sculptures, which is full of topicality, there are two important reasons.

First, Sima Junyan's sculpture is a painstaking work with a soul, and the standard is so high that even the director of the Louvre Museum in France has privately collected a bust with the highest evaluation, and now he only hopes that Sima Junyan will die quickly, so that there will be no better work than the previous work.

Second, although Sima Junyan is still alive, the output of his works is very small. It's good to get one a year on average. Because of his dedication to art. Insisting on only producing fine products makes collectors feel that their collections will not depreciate quickly, and they are very relieved to buy them (despite this, in order to make the collection appreciate, there are still many collectors who hope that Sima Junyan will die soon).

Some men will look like a dying little old man when they reach the age of 46, but Sima Junyan is different, his eyes will always shine with enthusiasm and dreams. Some parts are as pure as a child.

Sima Ling's appearance is mostly inherited from his mother Charlotte, only the black eyes come from his father, as if Sima Junyan's eyes contain all his insistence, even in the DNA carving of his descendants, he refuses to back down in the slightest.

Sima Junyan's retreat can be as short as two months or as long as a year, and the otaku can't compare with Sima Junyan's "house" at all, because Sima Junyan's soundproofing studio is dark and narrow, and there is nothing in it except for sculpture tools, plaster, and marble, which is worse than prison conditions. But Sima Junyan was stunned, it is said that once he was obsessed with sculpture. Dozens of days, hundreds of days are just a flick of a finger for him.

His skin was pale due to less exposure to light, and eating compressed biscuits and instant noodles all day made him look malnourished, but Sima Junyan had the muscles of his upper limbs that were as strong as those of weightlifters.

When Sun Xiaogui saw Sima Junyan's photo once, he said to Nanke in surprise: "Hasn't this photo been photoshopped?" Your uncle's size is amazing! His unicorn arm is too thick! Still...... Or is it a double knife stream!? ”

Otaku jokingly call the arm muscles trained by masturbation "unicorn arms", and Sima Junyan's pair of unicorn arms are not exercised by masturbation, but by holding sculpture tools in his hands all day long, and moving heavy stone statues around.

All in all, Sima Junyan, who walked briskly to the second floor and planned to call his daughter to admire his work, looked like a scholar, dressed like a temporary worker (with white ash on his body), and his arms were unusually thick like a boxer.

"Xiaoling?"

Sima Ling's bedroom door was not closed, Sima Junyan, who had just finished the work, was overly excited, and walked in without thinking too much, he thought that his daughter would have gotten up at this time.

Then he froze as if it were his own sculpture.

If he fell to the ground and died, the Louvre curator and the collectors who bought his work would have fulfilled their wish and could celebrate the appreciation of the collection.

"Xiaoling, you ......"

Sima Junyan used his wife as a mannequin when he was sculpting, and the backs of his daughter and his wife actually had some similarities, so he instantly recognized the naked girl on the bed as his daughter.

There were shredded clothes all over the room, more completely torn off than a mad dog, and Sima Ling couldn't imagine what a crazy night her daughter had last night.

Because his vision was blocked, and Sima Junyan turned his head away immediately after recognizing that it was his daughter, he didn't see clearly who the man pressing under his daughter was, nor did he see the smile on his daughter's face as if he had a very beautiful dream.

He only had time to see that his daughter's bed sheets were in disarray, and there were streaks of blood on them.

In fact, it was not blood at all, but the red wine that Sima Ling drank last night, but Sima Junyan had just come out of the studio, and the entire spectrum showed him abnormality, not to mention that he was already dizzy?

"You ...... Good work you guys have done! You come out for me! How long have you known my daughter!? ”

When footsteps sounded at the stairs and shouts such as "Xiao Ling" were heard, Nanke realized that something was wrong, and that he was likely to be caught and raped in bed by Uncle Sima.

However, it was more difficult than imagined to break free from under Sima Ling, he was pressed in a fixed position all night, his limbs were sore, and as soon as he regained a little mobility, Sima Junyan rushed in.

was cut off by Sima Junyan, Nan Ke was a thief, and even broke away from Sima Ling and jumped out of bed, and it was not clear whether he ate his sister's tofu halfway, but Sima Ling was not only not awakened, but also hugged Nan Ke's neck in a daze, and Nan Ke took a lot of effort to separate the pair of white arms.

It's not a problem to let Sima Ling sleep naked here, Nan Ke turned up the sheets, covered the middle of Sima Ling's body, and then quickly took a towel from the bedside table and wrapped it around his waist - all his clothes were torn apart by Sima Ling with the magic of the black ring, and there were no underwear left.

Sima Junyan saw Nanke looking for a towel from the bedside table out of the corner of his eye, and he was even more angry in his heart, thinking that you kid actually knew that there were towels in the bedside table, this is a familiar way, right? You've been to my daughter's room many times without me knowing, haven't you?

However, when that hateful boy only had a towel around his body, he was terrified, and walked towards him like a rat crossing the street, Sima Junyan was stunned.

"Xiao Nan!? How are you? How do you and your sister ......"

Sima Junyan's expression at this time is like Picasso's abstract painting, there is shock, disbelief, sadness, sorrow, and epiphany, in short, if his wife is present, he must definitely follow her husband's sketch, and then he can rely on this painting to become famous in art history, so that future generations can only look up.

Nan Ke trembled and walked up to Sima Junyan, and pleaded pitifully: "Uncle, uncle, don't be angry first, listen to my explanation first......" (To be continued......)