Chapter Seventy-Three: The President's Father (19)
Half an hour later, Song Tianjiao came.
She didn't come alone, she was accompanied by Song Mingcheng from the main house of the Song family.
Her titular great-grandfather.
Song Mingcheng heard that someone had plagiarized Song Tianjiao's works, and he still refused to admit it, so he was furious and wanted to support Song Tianjiao.
The moment he pushed open the door and saw Wen Cha, he was stunned, "Cha Cha, how could it be you?" ”
As soon as he heard that Song Mingcheng actually knew Wen Cha, the cold sweat on Liu Wen's forehead flowed.
He glanced at Song Tianjiao, who was following Song Mingcheng and was obedient, Song Tianjiao handed him a look that everything was going on as usual, and he settled down in his heart.
Wen Cha stood in place, taking in the interaction between Song Tianjiao and Liu Wen, and felt that everything was ridiculous.
Let's just say how Song Tianjiao got the fake, the works of the painting contest must be handed over within three days within a limited time, if there is no foreign aid, Song Tianjiao can't even stand the edge, it turns out that Liu Wen was bought.
She met Song Mingcheng's gaze and took two steps forward, "Mr. Song, it's been a long time." ”
As soon as Song Mingcheng heard her call him an old man, he knew that something was wrong.
He looked coldly at Liu Wen, who was already trembling, and said angrily, "What's going on?"
Liu Wen's legs and feet were weak by him, and he stubbornly said: "Song Tianjiao and Gu Cha both participated in the painting competition, and they turned in the same work, so we had to invite both classmates over."
He never mentioned the trouble of warming the tea before, and could only vaguely ask Song Tianjiao for help.
Song Tianjiao had Song Mingcheng's support, and suddenly had confidence, walked up to Wen Cha, glanced at her, and smiled: "Host Liu called me before, saying that my work was plagiarized, and it turned out that it was you who plagiarized."
She kept plagiarizing and put the whole thing in the coffin, and Song Mingcheng pulled her behind her, "You don't have to say a word to me." ”
He tilted his head and looked at Wen Cha gently, "Cha Cha, what's going on, you tell Grandpa Zeng." ”
Wen Cha almost laughed when he watched him tease Sun and protect Song Tianjiao.
"It's what Host Liu said, but everyone seems to think that I plagiarized."
Song Ming idiom: "That tea tea ......"
"The plagiarist is me or someone else, as long as Miss Song and I speak their own words, it should be very clear which is right and which is wrong."
The warm tea was calm on his face, which made Liu Wen frightened.
Who plagiarized and who didn't, as one of the initiators, he certainly knew very well.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "The matter is already obvious, Gu Cha, don't die anymore." ”
"Host Liu?" Jiang Zhou, a critic of the painting competition, finally spoke, "Since Miss Song has already arrived, and she is the original author of this painting, why not let them all talk about what special significance this painting has?" I'm interested in the story behind this painting. ”
Jiang Zhou was one of the few people who didn't coax and looked at things in the middle, Liu Wen's determination at the beginning made him suspicious, and after Song Tianjiao came, he and Song Tianjiao's vague eyes met, which made him have another idea.
"Gu Cha is silent and doesn't like to argue, this is not a reason for us to bully her, not to mention, the pursuit of the competition is the beauty of the soul, it is a fair and just judgment, if you can't even say the inspiration of the painting, this competition, the application is withdrawn."
As soon as he heard that Jiang Zhou was going to apply for the withdrawal of the competition, Liu Wen panicked, "This is not good!" ”
He received Song Tianjiao's money and achieved Song Tianjiao's goal, but if the triennial game was ruined because of a Song Tianjiao, and then the upper authorities investigated him and found him, the matter was by no means as simple as suspension.
"Alright then," he compromised, "let everyone here testify and let both of you tell us about the inspiration for this painting."
After that, he didn't look at Song Tianjiao again.
Song Tianjiao saw that he no longer spoke for himself, his heart was cold, and his face was no longer good.
Her emotions were noticed by Song Mingcheng, and Song Mingcheng glanced back at her: "You tell Grandpa Zeng, did you copy Gu Cha's paintings?"
Of course, Song Tianjiao couldn't admit it, she sneered: "How is it possible, it's obvious that Gu Cha copied me, you also know, what kind of character Gu Cha is, she can't be on the stage so much, how can she draw such a picture?"
Song Mingcheng was extremely unhappy when he heard her contempt for Wen Cha, "Have you always targeted Gu Cha like this?" ”
Song Tianjiao's face was shocked, he felt that he was exposed, and hurriedly said: "No, no, Grandpa Zeng, I was very good to Gu Cha at my uncle's house, if she hadn't plagiarized my paintings, I wouldn't have said this about her."
Song Mingcheng's mood still couldn't get better, "No matter which of you plagiarized whom, I'm sad." ”
Song Tianjiao didn't dare to look at him, walked to Wen Cha's side, glanced at Wen Cha coldly, and lowered his voice: "Do you think you can turn the situation around?" Don't dream, with my great-grandfather in charge of me, even if you are the daughter of his savior, you will die for me. ”
Her words were vicious and full of malice.
Wen Cha ignored her, and only asked the system in his mind: "Is it all recorded?"
System: "State-of-the-art equipment, word for word."
"Let's start with Song." Jiang Zhou looked at Song Tianjiao with an arrogant face lightly.
Song Tianjiao raised his head: "Why, I'll start first?"
"The two classmates claimed to be the original of this painting, and there was no difference at all."
"How is this possible!" Song Tianjiao choked: "What if she does what I say?"
Jiang Zhou was amused by her vexatious teasing, and he restrained his emotions, "Okay, let me ask the two classmates a question at the same time, what is the inspiration for this painting?" ”
Song Tianjiao glanced at the painting, she had already studied it when she plagiarized the painting, what Gu Cha expressed was just a glance, okay?
She said calmly: "From love."
The painting is a verdant mountain forest, full of flowers, two men and women holding hands walking towards the forest with dew, the picture is blurry and distant, with a lofty tranquility different from the world.
At a glance, it is an ordinary male and female love between men and women.
This kind of male and female love is different from the love-hate obsession in Hongchen, but with a full sense of happiness, at a glance, there is an immersive feeling.
Happiness seems to overflow.
"Why does Song feel that it comes from love?"
Song Tianjiao smiled, "What I paint is the relationship I yearn for in my heart, and the love I yearn for is like this, quiet, happy, and beautiful." ”
This kind of love is the envy of almost everyone.
After speaking, several other painters nodded in agreement, and Song Tianjiao looked at Wen Cha smugly.
Don't think she doesn't know what Gu Cha wants to paint, she just likes her uncle, and if she can't get it, she just wants to be lewd, she wants to eat swan meat, it's really funny.
Jiang Zhou on the side frowned faintly, and his gaze fell on Wen Cha, who didn't talk much, "Classmate Gu? ”
Wen Cha woke up from the painting and withdrew her gaze, her expression was a little trance, as if she saw something on the painting, the corners of her eyes were slightly red, "I can't tell what I painted, if you have to define, there is love, there is also family affection." ”
Affection? Song Tianjiao sneered on the side, his parents are dead, and he has no relatives, and he still talks about family affection? It's like looking for your own death!