Xu Fang's face sank.

She never thought that it was just a painting, Fu Yuanxiu actually wanted to move out of Xiangyin, but she quickly returned to normal, she said: "Okay, if Xiangyin is free, but now he should still be in a meeting, right?" ”

The purpose of this exhibition is to promote Chinese culture, so the Art Association attaches great importance to it and has been holding meetings to discuss it.

Fu Yuanxiu coughed and looked at his watch, "There is still more than half an hour." ”

Xu Fang said "um", and said pointedly: "I'm curious, does Mr. Fu know the painter of this painting?" ”

In a word, everyone present understood.

Someone directly proposed: "A little painter who is not famous, how can he let everyone comment on Chinese painting?" Where did this painter come from? ”

Ye Li's face turned paler, and she looked at Xue Xi: "Xixi, I want to go back." ”

Xue Xi helped her, and her misty eyes showed confusion.

Ye Li's appearance is hurt, right? But she has a stupid mouth and can't coax people, so she can only nod her head, and her tone is unprecedentedly light: "Okay." ”

She helped Ye Li to walk out.

Mrs. Li comforted: "Mrs. Xue, your painting is already very powerful, don't care too much." ”

Ye Li squeezed out a smile at her and staggered away.

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The car was driving on the way home, and there was silence in the car.

Xue Xi didn't know how to break the peace in the car, she thought about it, picked up her mobile phone and sent a message: [Teacher, are you there? 】

Almighty Boss: [Something? 】

Study: [My mother's painting was criticized today, she is in a very bad mood, how can I comfort her?] 】

Almighty: [I suggest that you don't say anything. 】

Xue Xi was slightly stunned, waited for a while, and the other party sent a long message.

Almighty Boss: [Your mother has always wanted to maintain the image of a good mother in front of you, and her grievances and vulnerabilities are definitely unwilling to be exposed in front of her daughter. Your comfort at this time will only be more shameful for her. 】

Xue Xi was persuaded: [Good]

After sending it, she sent another message to Xue Sheng, telling her what had happened.

Xue Sheng replied to the message: [I'll go home now. 】

The car arrived home quickly.

The smile on Ye Li's face was more bitter than crying, and as soon as she entered the living room, her mobile phone rang.

Xue Xi stood beside her, and she had always been keenly when she heard a voice from her mobile phone: "Ye Li, someone came to buy your paintings." ”

Ye Li's eyes lit up: "Who?" ”

There was something wrong in the other party's voice: "Yes, it's a stranger, after entering the door, you will directly name your painting, he, he ......"

The other party sighed: "He said, Xu Fang said, your painting only has skills, no artistic conception, so he only gives fifty yuan." ”

Many painters are mass-produced, but even so, a majestic landscape painting like Ye Li should at least be sold for a few hundred, at least a few hundred yuan for the frame.

Fifty......

It's humiliating.

Ye Li's fingers tightened, and a trace of entanglement flashed in her eyes.

Xue Xi snatched her mobile phone and opened her mouth: "Auntie, my mother doesn't sell it." ”

The other party paused, "Okay, okay." ”

Hanging up the phone, Xue Xi handed her the phone.

Ye Li had been completely hit with confidence, she couldn't maintain her complexion anymore, and stumbled into the room, Song Wenman came out and wanted to speak, but Ye Li bypassed her, went straight upstairs, and entered the studio.

Song Wenman was stunned: "What's wrong?" ”

Xue Xi once again explained what happened at the exhibition.

Song Wenman sighed: "No matter what you are good at, if you haven't done it for eighteen years, you will be unfamiliar." But Xu Fang's is obviously hitting your mother, making your mother's own mentality collapse first! ”

In professions such as painters and writers, their works are related to mentality.

If Ye Li loses her confidence, what will she do in the future?

Xue Xi looked upstairs worriedly.

At this time, the sound of a vehicle came from outside the door, and Xue Sheng strode into the room, "Where's your mother?" ”

"Upstairs studio."

Xue Sheng walked upstairs without saying a word: "I'll go see her." ”

Song Wenman and Xue Xi glanced at each other, and she sighed: "Back then, your father was the most inconspicuous one among the group of people who pursued your mother, and now it seems that your mother chose the right person." You see what I'm telling you about this, you go upstairs and do your homework, don't worry about your mother, it's okay. ”

In the studio, the windows are open, the wind blows in, the white curtains flutter, and the drawing paper on the table is blown to the pages, making a rustling sound.

Ye Li sat on the sofa in a daze, the purple cheongsam wrapped around her graceful figure, setting off her thinner and thinner. She looked at the brushes and drawing paper in front of her, which were once regarded as life, and Xu Fang's words flashed in her mind:

"The painter seems to have not painted for many years, and the tip of the brush is rusty and sluggish......"

Don't blame her for not being confident, she really hasn't held a paintbrush for eighteen years.

Eighteen years ago, after she gave birth, she heard that there was a well-known art exhibition, so she turned on the TV to take a few looks.

As a result, I was fascinated by it, and when I came back to my senses, I found that the nanny was gone, and the sleeping daughter in the stroller next to her was gone.

No one knows how guilty she is, and she puts all the blame on herself, so she has sealed the pen since then.

Eighteen years of chaos and nightmares made her completely lose all her courage.

It was Xue Xi's return that gave her the courage to paint again. But now, the body that has been hit again is incomplete.

She clenched her fists tightly, and her chest was full of crying.

In the past, she was also a sought-after star in the Chinese painting industry, but now she has been reduced to a painting that can only be sold for fifty yuan......

She didn't want to rise until she was forty-two years old, too late, too late.

She slowly stood up and placed the paintings in the brazier next to her.

She shouldn't be painting, it's an insult to Chinese painting. She can't do it, she should let it go......

At this moment, the door was slammed open, and Xue Sheng rushed in: "Ye Li, what are you doing?" ”

He threw the fire in her hand to the ground to extinguish it, picked up the paintings in the brazier, and immediately looked at her: "Ye Li! ”

Ye Li couldn't hold back any longer, threw herself into his arms and cried: "I don't paint anymore, I don't paint anymore, I can't, I really can't do it......"

Xue Sheng hugged her and patted her shoulder, his heart seemed to be filled with sourness, and he comforted her in a low voice: "Okay, stop drawing." Ye Li, I thought about it, you want to rise so much because you don't have a sense of security, I will transfer the company's shares, as well as the house and money to you, and give you all ......"

The cry in the bedroom reached the ears of Xue Xi, who had just gone upstairs.

She paused outside the studio and entered her room.

Immediately, she picked up her mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to the painter: [Can you help me see, is the "Cold Mountain Picture" in your exhibition really not artistic conception? 】

The painter's reply was quick: "No problem, I'll go see it now.] 】