Lu Yinhuan and Yu Peng rushed to the airport in a hired car, and along the way, Yu Peng was unusual, but kept reminding the rickshaw driver to slow down and take care of his wife as a pregnant woman. Lu Yinhuan also laughed at him for being too cautious, he was just three months pregnant, and he didn't react at all, what he should run and jump was not bad, not so exaggerated. But Yu Peng still stayed the same. The journey was safe, and when he arrived at the airport, Lu Yinhuan couldn't find his wallet before boarding, which contained his identity certificate issued at the Chengdu Police Station in Sichuan Province, without this, he would not have been able to get on the plane. She was so anxious that she had put it in when she was packing her luggage before leaving, but she couldn't find it.

Just when she was anxious, Yu Peng quietly pulled her aside and told her that he had accidentally left her wallet in the apartment. After this is over, the plane will definitely not be able to catch up. Yu Peng said unhurriedly, this way, I'll go first, and then wait for you in Shanghai. You can take the flight tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, anyway, there are not so many people going out at the end of the year. Lu Yinhuan couldn't cry or laugh, but he could only do it.

After the plane took off, it was Lu Yinhuan's turn to sit still. She looked up at the gloomy sky, and felt like crying.

When the news of the plane crash came in the evening, Lu Yinhuan immediately understood Yu Peng's intentions. She was so grief-stricken that all she wanted was to follow her husband quickly, and she didn't want to linger at all. But her dying wish was to find a post office and send a telegram to her parents in Chengdu, informing them that she could not fulfill her filial piety and hoping that the second elder would forgive. It was late at night and all the post offices were closed. Lu Yinhuan bought a large bottle of sleeping pills, thinking that she would follow her husband. Just as she was walking on the street like a walking corpse, she happened to pass by the door of a movie theater and saw a poster of an old movie "Children of the Storm" under the dim neon lights. She woke up suddenly, although her husband had suffered misfortune, but for the sake of the fetus in her womb, what reason did she have not to live? She finally looked up and strode back with her head held high.

When he was by Master Xu Beihong's side, Lu Yinhuan had the best relationship with a colleague named Ai Zhongxin.

Ai Zhongxin is in his thirties, very tall, more than 1.8 meters, with a square face and a big head, one front tooth inlaid with gold, and he speaks with a bit of a male duck voice. This person is smiling all day long, speaks Sichuan Mandarin, and is very easy-going, but the people around Mr. Xu Beihong seem to be a little afraid of him, except for the master himself, everyone else is very polite to him.

Ai Zhongxin is a cow, but as soon as he comes to the studio, he likes to carry a teacup to everywhere, find people to chat, and say a witty word or two from time to time. Once, Master Xu gave each disciple a few catties of apples, which was a rare thing at that time, because the Anti-Japanese War had just been won, the materials were still very tight, and everyone's living conditions were not good. At that time, everyone was very excited after receiving the apples, especially some girls, who got together and talked about what kind of apples they were. This apple is red with yellow in it, it smells very good, there are no spots, and it feels good to the touch. Some people said that it was Marshal Huang's, some said it was Red Kara's, and some people said that it was Sleker's from the United States, and they couldn't argue with each other. At this time, Ai Zhongxin happened to come with a teacup dangling, and someone asked him: "Hey, Ai Zhongxin, what kind of apple do you say this apple is?" ”

Ai Zhongxin touched the apple with a serious feeling, picked up another one and raised it to his nose and sniffed it fiercely, looked at it carefully, and then shouted: "What, who said this is an apple?" It's Bala! ”

As a result, everyone knows that Ai Zhongxin doesn't know Apple, only Ballet.

Also, Master Xu originally had no assistant by his side, and later his wife Liao Jingwen called a little brother from his hometown as an assistant. The new official took office three times, and this kid was not familiar with Ai Zhongxin, and he was a little ignorant, and one day he said to Ai Zhongxin: "Where did you go yesterday?" Why haven't I seen you for a day. Teacher class is such an important thing! ”

Ai Zhongxin said: "I went out. ”

The little assistant put on a leader's posture and said, "Next time you want to go out, you have to tell me." ”

When Ai Zhongxin heard this, he didn't say anything, but walked to his studio, opened the drawer, and took out a large oil paintbrush from inside, dipped in bright red paint. He walked up to the little assistant, unhurriedly picked up the slender glass teacup on his desk, and threw the entire paintbrush inside. The tea was suddenly dyed red with paint, and it was poured and flowed all over the ground. Then he glared at the little assistant and said, "Uncle went home to find his wife, do you want to tell you?" ”

In the future, as long as someone can't find Ai Zhongxin, others will say that he went home to find his wife......

When Lu Yinhuan first arrived at the academy, he first watched people paint in the outer room. There were five other people in the outer room besides her: a man in his thirties, surnamed Mi, who came relatively early, a girl surnamed Zhong, a young girl named Li Peony, an old girl in her thirties named Dong Ling, and a young man named Yingge.

Lao Mi sat at the drawing table all day long and painted horses, and I don't know how he had so many horses to paint, in addition to painting horses, he would often carry a large number of paintbrushes and easels, stand up and face everyone in the room and say, "I'm going outside to sketch." The next day I never saw him again. In addition, Lu Yinhuan has never seen anyone in Lao Miguan's room, as if it has nothing to do with him to do whatever others do, he just paints horses and sketches by himself. Later, Lu Yinhuan also saw Lao Mi do one thing.

One day, after Lao Mi came to the outer room, he first drew a few strokes casually, suddenly stopped moving, and said to everyone in the room: "I want to hold an art exhibition, and I will give everyone in this room two places this month, what do you think?" "Everyone said that it was good, that Lao Mi had done a good thing for everyone, and that some other painters held exhibitions every month, but we have never done it here once, it is too unusual, and it should have been done for everyone a long time ago. Lao Mi smiled, everyone's praise made him deeply encouraged, probably felt that he finally exerted a subjective initiative and did a constructive thing, so he was in a very happy mood, he said: "Okay, I'll report the plan immediately." Lao Mi made a plan, and went to Master Xu for approval in a hurry, and after a while, he came back with a sad face. He didn't even see Master Xu's face, he was scolded by his wife, and Mrs. Liao said this: "If you want to be idle and have nothing to do, help me wash the pond, goldfish raise once and die once, no one has made me how many times I shouted." How did you come up with the idea of having an art exhibition? Give everyone a quota for two paintings, and it's better to use the money to treat everyone to a drink. Now Lao Mi is honest and down-to-earth, and every day when he arrives in the studio, he begins to paint his never-ending horses and never-ending sketching training. People are like this, if you don't give him some color, he will always feel that he can get it.