Qiao Shu inquired about the recent competition time of Shangjiang Ma Rongshan, and in the middle of next month, she signed up without hesitation. In the following days, she had to participate in the art festival first, and she had to finish a painting as soon as possible, and in Shangjiang, she might be considered a newcomer. Then I found a rental house with a good environment and moved in alone, close to the lake, just like Lin Yi's house. Shangjiang, the place where many people dream of setting sail, is Lin Yi's, Song Mingsu's, and now Qiao Shu's.

She had just recovered, and she wasn't sure if she could finish the 40-kilometer run safely, she firmly believed that she could persevere, but she didn't know the result.

Qiao Shu sat on the sofa, holding his mobile phone in his hand, and kept being reminded of new WeChat messages, all of which were Song Mingsu.

"Shu'er, I will definitely let my parents bless us."

"You don't think about anyone, think for yourself, think for us."

"You've always been so confident, why did you choose to hide from this matter?"

"Where are you?"

"Shu'er, wait for me, I can find you!"

……

From beginning to end, Qiao Shu didn't reply to him, so he had no choice but to choose not to disturb the news, and then went to the lake.

In Jianghong's lake, her feeling is sweet, the wind on her face is warm, and now in Shangjiang is indescribably bitter, cold wind.

"Mingsu, I only know now how much I love you, and I know how much you love me. But...... We can't be together, I don't want to delay you for the rest of your life, you deserve better. Qiao Shu repeated this sentence in her heart, she wanted to tell Song Mingsu in person, but she was afraid of seeing each other and couldn't speak.

The sound of the instrument came into her ears, it seemed to be a violin, and another instrument echoed it, and she had not heard such a sound for a long time, and walked in the direction of the sound. I saw a woman who was not tall and slightly fat, carrying a violin on her shoulder, playing so pleasantly, and the woman was so fascinated, and next to her stood a man in a black suit, playing the harmonica, and the two matched perfectly. Qiao Shu only saw the backs of the two, and felt a little familiar, but he couldn't identify them.

After finishing the song, the two were about to pack up their things and leave, and when they turned around, they saw Qiao Shu behind them.

"Sister!?"

The woman's face was full of surprise, put down the violin in her hand, and went straight to Qiao Shu, and the two hugged each other tightly.

"Ling Ling!" Qiao Shu also performed the same, after graduating from college, the two never saw each other again.

Xu Ling, who has been with Qiao Shu for 20 years, from a child to a teenager to a young man, was once childish, influenced by the TV series, learned a sworn sister to marry Jin Lan, inadvertently joked, but the two were sisters for a lifetime. Later, everyone was forced to go their separate ways due to life, but Xu Ling wanted to travel around the world and live freely and unrestrained.

After Qiao Shu and Xu Ling hugged each other, they turned their eyes to look at the man next to him - Ye Chenyu, who also has been a classmate for many years, how to describe him, one word - handsome, but at this moment, Qiao Shu's mind was all about Song Mingsu's appearance.

"You're together?" Qiao Shu had a slight hint of gossip and grinned.

Xu Ling sneered. "What, he's my cousin."

The smile on Qiao Shu's face suddenly froze, she didn't know that there was such a relationship between them. "Huh? Why haven't I heard you say that before. ”

Ye Chenyu's whole person was faint, and even his smile was indifferent. "At school, it's not good to have a relationship that's too complicated."

Qiao Shu bowed slightly.

"Eh, why are you here alone?" Xu Ling was happy for a long time, full of surprises for this chance encounter.

"Me? It's a long story, this time I came to Shangjiang to participate in the competition. At the mention of this, Qiao Shu was a little sad, originally she thought that she should be extremely happy when she talked about the competition, but when she stepped on the plane on the river, she couldn't be happy anymore.

"Competitions? What competition? If I'm not mistaken, you should be in Jiang Hong as the editor of the magazine, and the editor also has an inter-provincial competition? Xu Ling was a little curious, and when she suddenly saw Qiao Shu's expression, she was also worried. What's going on? What's wrong? ”

"Art, and then I am ready to submit my manuscript to the publishing house, and there is ...... Marjung. Qiao Shu lowered his head and shook his head slightly. Trivialities, sit down and talk to you slowly another day. ”

Ye Chenyu suddenly said excitedly. "Malegson? No way! Ma Rong is more than 40 kilometers away, and your body can't bear it! "It's not at all in line with his past character, he has always been calm and calm when the sky falls, and there will never be a trace of emotional fluctuations. He realized this as soon as he finished speaking, and slowly lowered his voice. "I mean, you're a girl, not fit for that kind of strenuous exercise."

Qiao Shu was startled at first, and Xu Ling was no exception, and after seeing him, he was as indifferent as before, so he didn't react much. "You won't know my heart for running for so many years."

Ye Chenyu stopped talking. Her heart for running? Is it unwilling?

"I'll contact you when I'm done with this time." Qiao Shu and Xu Ling talked about the old days for a few more words, and then went back separately.

Song Mingsu also found a place to live in Shangjiang. He searched the newspapers in Shangjiang to get a general idea of the recent art exhibition and the time of Ma Rongshan, who will not have an exhibition until next month. Will Joshu show up?

His phone rang suddenly, and the caller ID was Dad.

"Where are you?" As soon as it was connected, it was Song Zhibai's questioning tone.

Song Mingsu did not avoid this question at all, but was straightforward. "I came to find Qiao Shu, and I haven't been going back recently."

"Do you really want to be with her?"

"Yes, I will not marry her in my life. I've said this more than once. ”

The other end of the phone suddenly fell silent, and Song Zhibai was silent. Qiao Shu is a good girl, and he also likes this child from the bottom of his heart, why should he oppose her becoming his daughter-in-law?

"Are you in Shangjiang?" Song Zhibai thought for a while before asking again.

Song Mingsu was surprised, he was in a hurry that day, he didn't know where to go before leaving home, if there was no Lin Hao, he would be a headless fly. "How do you know?"

"Don't ask, I hope you find it soon."

The phone hung up, Song Mingsu looked at the phone, his mind was full of confusion, how could Song Zhibai know? And the last sentence, has he changed his mind? If so, Qiao Shu will definitely change his mind.

Qiao Shu stood in front of the drawing board, snow-white drawing paper, she didn't know where to start for a while, to be precise, there was no inspiration, and her brain was blank. I put down the brush I had just picked up and walked to the window, where the sparkling waves were still visible even in winter. A picture flashed in her mind, it was that day, the day she came back from Dr. Miao, the day she was confirmed to be healed, and the day they confirmed each other's hearts. At the lake, the lake near Lin Yi's house, it was drizzling, and in the pavilion, he gave her a bracelet.

She drew it, exactly like the picture in her head, only with something missing. Without the two people in the pavilion, the pen in Qiao Shu's hand stopped in mid-air for a long time, and finally put the brush down.

"It's time for this painting to end."

In the blink of an eye, it became the day of the exhibition.

Qiao Shuren was soft-spoken and not famous, so he naturally would not exhibit in advance, so he had to go to the exhibition hall alone with his paintings.

At the entrance of the exhibition hall, she was stopped by the security guard.

"Hello, Miss. Please present the invitation letter. ”

Qiao Shu didn't have an invitation letter, and looked at the unopened painting in his hand, and he didn't seem to have confidence. "I ...... I don't have an invitation, I'm here for the exhibition. ”

"I'm sorry, but you're not allowed to enter without an invitation." The security guard stood in front of her indifferently, expressionless and untactful.

Qiao Shu didn't stalk her, she paced at the door, not knowing what to do, seeing that the exhibition was about to start, even if she didn't get into the final auction, she wanted her paintings to be displayed in front of people.

A man in his fifties and sixties in the exhibition hall looked at the photos on his mobile phone, and then looked out of the hall, and there was indeed a woman who looked like him. Straight out.

"Are you here for the exhibition of new works?" He gently took Qiao Shu's painting from behind his back.

Qiao Shu was taken aback and immediately returned to his normal expression. "Yes, may I ask who you are?"

He opened the painting and was amazed, looking at the young woman in front of him in disbelief. "I'm Chu Xiangfu, the person in charge of the annual art exhibition in Shangjiang City, come in with me."

The style of painting changed too quickly, Qiao Shu was a little flattered, and Chu Xiangfu She had already heard of it, and she had a deep knowledge in Chinese painting, but she easily did not paint, she loved to collect paintings, and Qiao Shu hurriedly followed him in.

When the security guard saw the eyes of the person in charge, he instantly understood that the woman behind him would be allowed to go no matter what. He had heard of such a privilege, and the last one was a female university teacher in Jiang Hong.

The eyes in the hall were all on Qiao Shu's body, and it was not easy for Prime Minister Chu to bring anyone into the hall in person, even everyone. It's been like this before, but that's more than 20 years ago.

"Everybody, come and see this painting." Chu Xiangfu immediately asked someone to unfold the painting.

"It's not shallow, at least it's been a few decades."

"How come such a good style of painting has never been seen before? What a shame! ”

"Although the style of painting is unique, it is somewhat familiar, a bit like the one from more than 20 years ago."

"Is she back?"

In the exhibition hall, you said everything I said, Chu Xiangfu took it all in his ears, and he also looked at the painting. With Qiao Shu's age in his twenties, it is impossible to reach such a level, unless there is a master behind him, and this kind of painting style is indeed familiar, but not widely known.

Chu Xiangfu stood quietly in front of the painting, and everyone waited for him to speak. Is this painting really painted by the young girl just now? He turned and stepped up to the podium, and the room was silent.

"You have a lot of questions about this painting, and this is my question, and I, like you, saw this painting for the first time. So let's ask the author of this painting to answer our questions. ”

Qiao Shu walked up slowly, fell and bowed to everyone first. Chu Xiangfu left in front of the microphone, and Qiao Shu stood in front of the microphone. Porcelain sound Lingling.

"Hello seniors, I'm Qiao Shu. The clumsy work is ugly in front of you. ”

The moment Qiao Shu walked up, the audience was boiling.

"Why are you so young?"

"Not her?"

"Although the style of painting is not exactly the same, her style cannot be copied."

The assistant handed the microphone to Chu Xiangfu.

"Miss Qiao, when did you start learning to draw?"

Chu Xiangfu's question was the question of everyone present. The people on stage were only in their twenties, and unless they started learning to draw as soon as they were born, that was impossible.

"Sixteen." Qiao Shu's answer was neat.

"What? Impossible, right? ”

"Ten years at most, is it a genius?"

Chu Xiangfu was not surprised to hear such an answer, because she started learning to paint at the age of twenty. "I don't know who I studied with?"

Qiao Shu smiled lightly. "The name of the teacher is probably unknown."

"But it doesn't hurt to say it." Chu Xiangfu was looking forward to hearing the answer in his heart.

"Professor of Jianghong University...... "Qiao Shu suddenly thought of Jiang Xirong's entrustment, no matter who asked, he couldn't tell her true identity." Simplicity. I thought that Jiang Xirong's favorite book was the book "Jane Eyre", and he also used this name as a pen name to publish several articles, but almost no one knew about it.

The boiling voice in the audience was obviously much louder than just now, Jian Rong, a name they hadn't heard for more than twenty years.

"Sure enough, it's her, I said, unless it's her student, I can't do it."

"If she had given up her career as a university teacher, her students would have gone into obscurity."

Qiao Shu was very puzzled when she heard the words from the audience, Jiang Xirong was an ordinary university teacher, and she was the only student she accepted in private. Over the years, she has never seen Jiang Xirong participate in this kind of activity. They acted as if they knew Jiang Xirong. What's more, the name she said is little known, could it be that she just happened to say a big person? She couldn't help but set her eyes on Chu Xiangfu.

It was the answer that Chu Xiangfu wanted, Jian Rong was Jiang Xirong, but that person didn't tell him that this was Jiang Xirong's student, if he had known earlier, he would definitely find a little news about Jiang Xirong in Qiao Shu and contact her.

"Where is unknown, she is a legend in the art world." Chu Xiangfu's words completely shocked Qiao Shu.

Qiao Shu had never heard of it before, and she had never heard Jiang Xirong mention it, although she knew that Jiang Xirong's painting skills were extraordinary, but she never thought that it was so extraordinary.

"Is this painting for sale?" Chu Xiangfu looked at Qiao Shu.

Qiao Shu nodded, although she was a little reluctant, the background of this painting meant a lot to her, but everything was over, and she had to learn to let go.

Chu Xiangfu stretched out his index finger.

The person next to him looked at Chu Xiangfu in surprise, could it be that he was going to buy this painting with the price of the year?

Qiao Shu said with a smile. "A hundred?"

Chu Xiangfu smiled and shook his head.

"Could it be ten dollars? Teacher Chu, this is too ......"

"One hundred thousand." Chu Xiangfu immediately answered.

Sure enough, at this price, Jiang Xirong is a talent, and Qiao Shu in front of them is also a talent like Jiang Xirong. It's just that if it's like Jiang Xirong, it's quiet again, it's not worth it.

Qiao Shu looked at Chu Xiangfu in disbelief and asked with a smile. "You're not kidding the juniors."

Chu Xiangfu walked up to the stage, took the check handed by the assistant, and put it in Qiao Shu's hand. "One hundred thousand, a lot of money."

She saw a big "10,000 yuan" on the check, which she had never thought of and did not dare to think. She wanted to bow to Chu Xiangfu to express her gratitude, and was helped up by Chu Xiangfu halfway through bending down. "It doesn't have to be this way."

Twenty years ago, all aspects of communication were not as good as now, even if Qiao Shu's painting skills were not as good as Jiang Xirong back then, this could not stop Qiao Shu's reputation from spreading in major media in an instant.

"This year's Shangjiang Art Exhibition Festival welcomed an uninvited guest - a young woman named Qiao Shu, who was not half famous before. With a picture of the Winter Rain Lake Pavilion, the artist Chu Xiangfu bought it at a high price of 100,000 yuan, and was praised by many painters. It is understood that Qiao Shu is a student of Jian Rong. Jian Rong, a former professor of Chinese and Fine Arts Department of Jianghong University, also participated in the Shangjiang City Exhibition 20 years ago and became a talent for major artists, but she chose to stay at the university to teach and never participated in any related activities......"

Lin Yi and Jiang Xirong listened to the news in Shangjiang City every day, only hoping to get news about Qiao Shu.

Lin Yi looked at Qiao Shu and the painting that flashed on the TV, held Jiang Xirong's hand next to him, and looked at her with a smile. "It's gold that always shines."

Jiang Xirong leaned on Lin Yi's shoulder. "Little Joe did what I couldn't accomplish, and I really hope she can succeed."

Lin Yi's face was full of happiness. "Yes, everything will go well."