the groove.

Fu Xin was stunned.

Is this the legendary family culture?

The housewife, the eldest young master and three or five little lovers gathered together?

Fu Xin glanced at everyone at the table with extremely strange eyes, seeing that their faces did not change their colors and ate with vegetables, and occasionally chatted.

Now, Fu Xin feels that it is not Fan Yi who is sick, but Zhou Chuan.

Thinking of Fan Yi's storytelling style of saying half and leaving half left, Fu Xin was a little worried, how could she hang her appetite like this!

The most indifferent expressions at the whole table are probably Fan Yi's mother and Fan Yi, they don't participate in the happy chat of the little lovers, what today's Chanel cruise tomorrow, they are not interested.

Fu Xin felt that this was normal, if they could talk together, Fu Xin would feel that there was something wrong with the whole family!

Zhou Chuan said to Fan Yi: "How is she?" ”

"Miss Gao is very good." Fan Yi knew that he was talking about Fu Xin, "It will help treat my illness." ”

When Zhou Chuan heard him admit that he was sick, he was inexplicably very satisfied, and even thought happily in a twisted way, look at his brother, even the children are not normal, what did he do with those properties at the beginning, in the end, it is not a bamboo basket to draw water, and people can't please it if they are gone!

A dinner is actually not interesting, Fan Yi just brought her here according to Zhou Chuan's wishes, and by the way, let her see the abnormality of this family, so that she can stand on the same front as herself.

When I returned to Fan Yi's villa, it was only eight o'clock in the evening.

Fan Yi occasionally chatted with Fu Xin for a while.

"There's an art exhibition in the city center tonight, the art exhibition came, I heard that the painter is the same age as me, I have a ticket, if you want to see it, you can go and have a look."

Fu Xin inadvertently met his gaze, and always felt that there was something subtle hidden in that smile, not indifferent, but very meaningful.

"Okay." Fu Xin nodded, it just so happened that she didn't know much about art, so she could take this opportunity to relax and learn about the so-called painting.

When Fu Xin took the admission ticket, he also asked Fan Yi if he wanted to go with him, but he politely refused, because he was inconvenient to move in a wheelchair, and his mental state did not seem to be very good, so he went to bed early at night, and how long did it take to lie in bed at eight o'clock.

"Okay then."

Fu Xin followed the route of the city center in his memory and took a bus to the exhibition hall.

The exhibition hall is very large, but there are not many people who come to see it, Fu Xin judged according to the whispers of the people around him, this painter is not very famous, and his works are relatively niche, so that not many people know him, but he is also a niche painter with loyal fans.

After entering the exhibition hall, the first thing Fu Xin saw was the painter's great name - FY.

Fan Yi.

This name came into Fu Xin's mind at the first moment.

Could this be his art exhibition?

But if it's an exhibition of his paintings, why didn't he say it himself.

Fu Xin felt that all this was a bit strange.

When Fu Xin walked in, she only glanced at the painting hanging on the wall, and knew that this painting was from Fan Yi.

Fu Xin said anything and moved a small bench next to him to watch him paint for an afternoon, some details seemed to be dynamically demonstrated in her mind, and she could also see Fan Yi's brilliant style in the use of color.

Zhou Chuan probably doesn't know that his stepson is secretly still a well-known artist.

Just when Fu Xin was thinking about it, a hand gently patted her shoulder.

She was startled, and turned her head sharply, and met a pair of familiar eyes and an unfamiliar look...... I want to chat with more like-minded people about "{?$article_title?} ", WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chatting about life, looking for confidants~