Gu Yingqing swayed between the two paintings.

Song Yiwen knocked on the door, and Gu Yingqing invited him to come in to make a decision for her.

The two of them stood in front of a wall-wide bookcase, custom-made by the landlord during the renovation, a third of which she used to hold her books, and the rest with her paintings and tools.

There are two paintings, one is a peach forest in pink ink, and the other is a picture of mountains, rivers, birds and beasts that obviously took a long time to complete.

They were all framed and framed.

Gu Yingqing's painting has been influenced by her grandfather since she was a child, and she has a little family genetic talent, she is less than 27 years old.

Song Qiwen looked at the pictures of mountains and rivers, birds and beasts, the long scroll was inked to the corners of the corners, with mountains and forests as the background, the winding rivers shuttled through it, and the finishing touch was those ubiquitous all kinds of beasts and birds.

So small that you can see their figures under the trees, on the banks of the river, on the branches, even if they are only the size of a fingernail in the painting, you can see their souls.

It's just that these birds and beasts either have no eyes, or their eyes are empty.

Those who don't know how to draw will also be shocked by the grandeur and vastness of the painting.

It is hard for Song to imagine that this painting is from a young girl.

He looked at the time and inscription on the lower left side, and it was actually painted three or four years ago.

The two stood side by side, less than half a distance between them, and Song Qiwen's eyes were attracted by this painting and kept looking down.

Cheng Zhiyan silently squeezed into the middle of the two, "What are you looking at? I want to see it too, can you show it to me?"

"Absolutely." Gu Yingqing gave him the peach forest map easily.

Song asked, "How long have you been painting?"

"It will take half a year." Gu Yingqing didn't want to mention it much, it was the darkest time in her life.

At that time, she had just given birth, and she locked herself in her room day and night, only when she was painting, she could temporarily forget about the pain, and only when she was painting, she was awake.

As soon as the pen is closed, it is as if a person has been pressed a switch, and it is empty all of a sudden, like falling into the abyss, and endless despair is swept over.

At that time, Jin Yuyin asked her to go out to dinner, she didn't know her situation, and she was worried when she saw that her makeup couldn't stop her ghost-like face.

She only said that she was too tired to paint.

At that time, there was an editor who wanted to contact her to publish the album, and after telling her about the album, he would help her with the semi-signing.

As soon as she thought of meeting someone, she was very resistant and refused directly.

It was a transitional period when she wanted to find a job, but was restricted by Zhao Jin, and was reluctant to go to his gallery.

Miraculously, when she finished painting this painting, she happened to stay up all night, and as soon as she opened the curtains, the sunlight poured in and shone on her face, stinging her eyes, but the warmth was injected into her body along every inch of pores.

Later, she agreed to Zhao Jin's gallery.

Song Qiwen couldn't take his eyes off the painting, and turned sideways to Gu Yingqing, "Are you really willing to donate this painting for free?" To be honest, I'm a little reluctant."

Cheng Zhiyan was like a radish head in the middle of two big trees, silently squeezing towards Song Qiwen, and said in his mouth, "Yes, yes, I can't bear it."

Gu Yingqing lowered his eyes, and his voice chuckled lightly, "There's nothing to be reluctant to."

Later, she didn't really look at the painting much anymore, and when she saw it, she would remember some bad experiences, and the emotions that had tormented her would also come up, and it would be a burden to keep it.

"Rather than let it press the bottom of the box with me, let it go to someone who is destined."

Song Zhiwen saw the payment, and there was only one word: Qing.

"But this is a charity exhibition, because you have never exhibited your own paintings before, and the collectors who come to the exhibition will not know you, so they may not bid much."

Speaking of which, Song Qiwen remembered that when Gu Yingqing was in college, no one knew whether she was the granddaughter of Gu Zhongmin, a former professor at the Academy of Fine Arts, or if Cao Bin told her after she graduated.

"If you could indicate Professor Gu and your ...... on the author's bio?"

He felt that Gu Yingqing should be disdainful, so in the end, his voice gradually lowered, and was interrupted by Gu Yingqing shaking his head.

"You don't need to introduce it specifically, you can sell as much as you can, and you will donate it in the end anyway." Gu Yingqing made a decision, "Then this one."

"You're in charge."

Gu Yingqing went to find the cloth cover and prepared to install it, and turned his head to see a figure walking away from the door of the study.

The clear light of the corridor stretched the figures on the ground.

She frowned, paused for a moment, and continued with what she was doing.

Song Qiwen took the painting out, and Cheng Zhiyan also went out, continuing to take snacks to guard the washing machine and hook the kitten's soul.

Song Qiwen didn't plan to sit anymore, and looked at the balcony, where the adults stood on the balcony with their backs to the living room, and the children squatted there teasing the cats.

Obviously, the father and son will have to stay a little longer.

How close relatives are the relationship so that a single father does not have to avoid suspicion to bring his children to the door?

He has a good relationship with Cao Bin, and he has not heard that Professor Gu has such a relative.

Song Qiwen said to Cheng Yuesheng from afar, "Mr. Cheng, I'll go first."

Cheng Yuesheng turned around and nodded lightly: "Walk slowly."

The tone is like that of a man.

Gu Yingqing couldn't help but smile on his face.

Song Qiwen went downstairs, carrying a painting in one hand, inserting a pocket in the other, and walked out along the road, the whole community was so big, the road was very recognizable, and when he walked out of the gate of the community, he forgot what the name of this place was.

He turned his head to see that in order to facilitate the owner's drive in and out, the landing lever was raised high, and the four characters "Canaan Dream Garden" were arranged in an arc at the top.

He smiled silently, the name was so weird.

got into the car, Song Qiwen called a substitute driver again, opened WeChat and flipped to Cao Bin's avatar, and clicked to say a greeting.

**

After Song Qiwen left, Cheng Zhiyan gave up teasing the kitten and came to Gu Yingqing to beg for food.

Gu Yingqing remembered that the cheesecake he bought last night was still there, and went to the refrigerator to get it for him.

Cheng Zhiyan walked like a duck in big slippers, and returned to his father on the balcony.

"My good father, how am I doing today?" Cheng Zhiyan hugged his father's thigh, his head rubbed and rubbed, and his eyes were planning to roll.

"What's the performance?"

Cheng Zhiyan sneakily glanced back and whispered, "That Uncle Song, don't you dislike him? I helped my sister-in-law and aunt get rid of him. You said you were going to call my sister outside, and I did!"

"Who says I don't like him?" Cheng Yuesheng glanced at him.

"Obviously!" Cheng Zhiyan crossed his waist, and he was anxious when he saw that he couldn't get any benefits, "When you look at him, his expression is like this......

As he spoke, he exaggerated Cheng Yuesheng and glared coldly when he was not smiling.

Cheng Yuesheng held his hand on the railing inside the balcony and raised his eyebrows, "Am I like you?"

"That's what you are!" Cheng Zhiyan was unreasonable, humming and chirping, shaking his hands around, for fear that he would be paid for his work.

Cheng Yuesheng stopped him, "It's awkward, what do you want?"

「yes！」 Cheng Zhiyan went to get his dad's mobile phone, "Dad, open the shopping cart and let me choose."