Mid-levels villas.

The scorching sun behind the mountain gradually mild, hanging halfway up the mountain like half a red-hot and transparent mooncake, waiting to say goodbye to this twilight.

Lu Yiyou took a cup of tea, blew lightly, his thin lips were sexy, and he pecked lightly.

His brows furrowed beautifully, and his voice was low, "Uncle Xie, there is something wrong with this tea." ”

Uncle Xie took a breath, lowered his head and whispered, "Lu Shao, the climate in Wuyi Mountain this year is not good, and the precipitation is very small, but the yield of the only six mother trees is only one kilogram per year, and this year it is only one catty and five taels." ”

"So what? Didn't I sign a secret contract with them? ”

"This, they say that their annual mother tree big red robe is reserved for scientific research, and this year's is too few. So I used the second-generation grafted big red robe. ”

Lu Yiyou put the teacup heavily on the coffee table, "I don't care how much they produce each year, I only know that I signed 500 grams per year, and I pay the full amount of 4.5 million yuan in advance every year!" ”

Shang Feiwu, who was sitting in the kitchen drinking juice, swallowed a mouthful of saliva with an exaggerated expression.

and asked Aunt Zhang who was cooking in a low voice, "Aunt Zhang, does the young master like to drink tea so much?" ”

Aunt Zhang put down the iron spoon in her hand and nodded, "Young master, I like to drink tea like I like small flowers, for so many years, it's like a day." ”

Shang Feiwu's originally good mood became inexplicably heavy after hearing Xiaohua.

There was some movement outside the villa, she poked her head out of the kitchen, looked out, very curious, "Hey, it seems to be a painting, wow, there are a lot of bodyguards in the car!" ”

Aunt Zhang looked surprised, "Young grandma, don't you know that the young master bought a painting?" ”

"Huh? A painting? "She was completely unaware.

Aunt Zhang immediately kept silent as if she understood something, and yes, the young master didn't marry this young grandmother because he liked it.

Even at the beginning, he was embarrassed by this young grandmother, bringing the woman back, and not allowing her to eat or something.

How could he tell her to buy a painting himself?

Seeing that Aunt Zhang didn't answer, she ran out in high spirits, stood in the courtyard, and looked curiously.

Lu Yiyou rarely paid so much attention to this painting, and personally went to greet the person who sent the painting.

Shang Feiwu walked briskly across the courtyard and walked to the gate of the villa, where he saw a delicate wooden box, presumably containing the painting he had bought.

Lu Yiyou's mood looked good, and he didn't put on a straight face because of the tea incident just now.

"Here, let's go to the lobby first and I'll check the things, and then send the painting to the safe on the third floor." He pointed to the road ahead and said to the man behind him, "Come with me." ”

Lu Yiyou personally brought the guests, which is enough to prove how important this painting is.

Shang Feiwu looked at Lu Yiyou's back a little farther away, and then asked carefully, "Uncle Xie, what kind of painting did Mr. Lu buy?" ”

Uncle Xie replied as neatly as usual, and replied briefly: "Mr. Bai's "Sleeping Crane""

Shang Feiwu was dumbfounded, his mouth stiffened, "What?!" ”

After half a ring, she came back to her senses and shook Uncle Xie's hand, "You said that Lu Yiyou bought "Sleeping Crane"?" ”

Uncle Xie nodded lightly, unable to understand why she was so surprised, "Mr. Lu has wanted to buy this painting for a few years, and it seems that Mr. Bai will not let tens of millions of bids in the first two years, hey, anyway, Mr. Lu, he will always get what he wants." ”

After speaking, Uncle Xie's sympathetic eyes flashed away.

Why sympathy? It's because Mr. Lu will always get what he wants.

Just like Mr. Bai's "Sleeping Crane", that woman, as soon as he returns to China, as long as he wants, he can also get it.

Shang Feiwu felt that she was about to float up with excitement, she stopped shaking Uncle Xie's hand and rushed straight into the villa, "Ah! I must take a look at "Sleeping Crane" on TOEFL. ”

Behind him, Uncle Xie's expression was full of sympathy.

The genuine young grandmother only hopes that TOEFL will take a look at "Sleeping Crane", and the reason why "Sleeping Crane" is in the bag is because of other women.

Uncle Xie suddenly felt that the young grandmother in front of him who was bouncing up and down because she could take a look at "Sleeping Crane" was young and naïve, but pathetic and pitiful.

Shang Feiwu stood happily in the hall, waiting for the landing to open the painting with his own hands.

Lu Yiyou's hand that was originally placed on the wooden box paused because of her burning eyes, and he raised his eyebrows handsomely, "What are you doing?" ”

She pointed to the wooden box on the table with some joy, "I want to see it, I heard that it is "Sleeping Crane""

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Mr. Bai sold me this painting of his that night."

She was curious, "How much?" ”

I heard Uncle Xie say that he had to buy it several times before, and he had to pay tens of millions of dollars to buy it this time.

She couldn't even think of this huge amount.

But Lu Yiyou just smiled proudly, "I didn't pay any money, I just helped Mr. Bai do something." ”

Shang Feiwu looked at Lu Yiyou in surprise, "Wow, cool!" ”

Lu Yiyou looked at the little girl who adored him like a little boy, blinked proudly and raised his eyebrows.

Shang Feiwu felt her heart beat violently, and suddenly, she laughed unconsciously.

On the other side, Lu Yiyou, who looked at her and suddenly laughed, was stunned in place, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

"Ahem, Mr. Lu, open the wooden box from here." The staff reminded awkwardly.

Lu Yiyou came back to his senses and hurriedly agreed.

His slender fingers focused on the key of the wooden box, twisting it slightly.

The focused expression and the perfect side face all made Shang Feiwu's heart move.

What a perfect man he is, but unfortunately, he has someone in his heart.

No matter how perfect you are, you can't give your heart, Shang Feiwu reminded herself.

But there is such a thing as love, how can it be said that it is accepted and stopped, and it can not cross the line just by reminding?

Just the way Shang Feiwu looked at him was enough to show that it wasn't.

She slowly talked about the enthusiasm that was about to appear in "Sleeping Crane"

"Sleeping Crane" is Bai Zhien's peak period of Chinese painting, Bai Zhien's flower and bird painting can be called the top painter in China, his achievements in the flower and bird painting school are incomparable.

The representative work of flower and bird painting is "Sleeping Crane".

When the wooden box was opened and the real work appeared, Shang Feiwu's whole heart beat violently.

Each pair of dances proves that she has a deep love for painting, and now she can see the painting in its true form, and her excitement is indescribable.

Painted in ink, Honka is delicate but generous, a crane stands on one foot, spreads its black and white wings, closes its eyes tightly, and the red above its head is particularly eye-catching.

At first glance, the painting gives the impression of a golden rooster independent, the second glance gives the impression of a sleeping ugly duckling, and finally it feels like a one-legged independent crane.

With its eyes closed, its back against Honka, it hangs one foot and relaxes at ease.

"Wow, it's worthy of Mr. Bai." She couldn't help but applaud.

This bit of ink is wanton but unassuming, just the right stroke to outline this sleeping crane, that kind of leisure and elegance, it is difficult to depict it with brushstrokes, and Bai Zhien can do it, he not only did it, but also painted this sleeping crane very fluidly.

Shang Feiwu was full of praise, and a kind of reverence for the master arose.

When she thinks about her paintings, she is indeed too jerky, and the paintings that she just wants to show her intention and sense of picture to the audience are not good paintings.

A good painting is one that can show the emotions in the painting.

Lu Yiyou looked at her favorite look and was a little puzzled, "I thought that the current art students would not be too partial to patriotic painting, but I didn't expect ......"

"You're wrong! Anyway, I think that no matter what kind of painting it is, as long as it can move people, it is a good painting, and there is a classification of good paintings and painting schools? ”

Lu Yiyou shook his head, "You're right. ”

Shang Fei walked in circles around the original painting, and finally prayed, "Can I touch this painting with my own hands?" ”

Before Lu Yiyou could answer, the action staff on the side immediately said seriously, "No! There is more or less filth on people's hands. ”

Lu Yiyou glanced at the staff and said decently, "This painting belongs to me now." ”

He looked at Shang Feiwu again, "Really, do you like this painting so much?" ”

Shang Feiwu kept nodding like a stopper, "I like it!" ”

"It's okay, you can touch it." After speaking, he suddenly laughed, she was so young and straightforward, he felt a few years younger when he got along with her.

Shang Feiwu hesitated, "Should I go wash my hands?" ”

After all, it is a priceless treasure, and she does not dare to slack off.

Lu Yiyou shook his head with a smile and spread his hands, this little thing is not enough, "No." ”

Her delicate arms slowly raised, solemnly as if treating holy relics, gently raised her fingers, and slowly touched it, the aroma of ink, the smell of painting materials, let her intoxicated, this real touch all shocked her.

She lowered her hand and shook her body as if she had just performed a sacrament.

Shang Feiwu looked at Lu Yiyou with satisfaction, "Thank you." ”

Lu Yiyou nodded and ordered, "Okay, after the inspection, help me put it away and hang it in the bedroom on the second floor." ”

"Huh? Lu Shao, didn't you just say that it was placed in the safe on the third floor? ”

"Well, if you buy it for viewing, what's the point of putting it in a safe?"

The staff has a black line on their faces, this Mr. Lu is reversing too fast, they can't keep up!

And Shang Feiwu, who was standing on the side, was dumbfounded!

What the? Is this painting going to be in their bedroom?

Does this mean that she can see the real "Sleeping Crane" every day?

"Oh my God, are you telling the truth?" She looked at the calm and leisurely Lu Yiyou in great surprise.

The person who was watching continued to nod lightly, "Really." ”

He looked like he was just discussing where to eat dinner today.

Shang Feiwu rushed over, hugged Lu Yiyou excitedly, she almost wanted to lift him up, if she had that strength, but unfortunately she didn't, she could only be excited in his arms like a little sheep.