Zhou Fuxi, the "subordinate man" who harassed Yao Huaiqing, actually knew that this man named Chen Hongqing was a painter, and he couldn't get along in China back then, so he criticized this and that, and later ran to the ugly country.

I also held an art exhibition in the ugly country, but no one looked at it at all, so I quietly hung it up, and then quietly took it down, and then transported it back at my own expense.

Whether it is renting a space, hiring labor, or transporting paintings, the price is not low, Chen Hongqing has no income, so he can only find women to eat soft rice.

In desperation, he returned to China, but at this time there was his market, and under the touting and hype of a group of people with ulterior motives, he now has a certain net worth and influence.

In a place like an ugly country, there is no opportunity to moisten things and speak, but after returning to China, there is a speaking environment.

You can criticize everything, that is, you don't criticize yourself, and everything requires reflection, that is, you don't reflect.

Zhou Fuxi plays with his mobile phone frequently, and has also swiped some videos of Chen Hongqing, and these people in their fifties and sixties in the art world have basically the same speech and thinking, so there is no need to repeat it.

"Madam, the last time I met you, I saw your previous photos, and the scars on your face were really horrified, and I couldn't sleep at night after I went back."

After Chen Hongqing stopped Yao Huaiqing's car outside the community, she looked at her excitedly, "I can't sleep tossing and turning, your former face and your current face alternately appear in my mind, I think this is not Phoenix Nirvana?" My inspiration is surging, and I want to paint for you, write about your beauty, and tell about your nirvana......"

"You'll wait—" Zhou Fuxi interrupted his excited courtship speech:

"Ding Shaoguang said that you became famous with "Tibetan Group Paintings", and the first menarche was the climax, and since then it has not been raised. If you were still in New York, you wouldn't have the right to speak, but in China, you can use the social system to cover up your artistic incompetence, so China is not abandoning you, but letting you continue to speak up. ”

After Zhou Fuxi finished quoting, he looked at Chen Hongqing and smiled, "Master Chen, what do you think of Ding Shaoguang's words?" ”

Ding Shaoguang is a veteran Chinese artist, who was selected as the 29th in the list of 100 art masters since the 14th century at the Tokyo International Art Exhibition in the 90s, and is the only Chinese artist selected.

Regardless of whether this list is fair and just, Ding Shaoguang's status and achievements in the art world are far from being comparable to Chen Hongqing, so Ding Shaoguang can be said to have not saved any face for Chen Hongqing, and his underwear is stripped of his bottoms.

Zhou Fuxi knows a lot of painters, such as Wu Daozi or something, but they are basically dead, and there are many famous contemporary painters who have heard of many names, but they have basically no impression of their works.

Ding Shaoguang ...... What does he know? Is he familiar with me, just comment on me-" Chen Hongqing couldn't help but blush.

He didn't expect to meet a dumbfounded man who was familiar with the art world and was so ruthless.

As the saying goes, if you don't hit someone in the face, and you have no grievances, how can you stab people with a knife when they come up?

"Mr. Chen-" Yao Huaiqing couldn't help but be annoyed, a trace of disdain appeared on his face, and then he raised his hand a little shyly to block half of his cheek, and looked at Chen Hongqing in disbelief, "Since it's a well-known thing in the industry that you don't lift, why do you come to me to make a pursuit...... Where is there anyone who doesn't lift it and still chases people like this? It's a shame. ”

"I didn't...... What he said was...... I'm not ......."

Without waiting for Chen Hongqing to rush and speak incoherently, Yao Huaiqing hurriedly started the car and left.

Yuan Dezhang's car followed, and he glanced at Chen Hongqing.

"It's just that you want to be my stepfather, go home to your mother." Yuan Dezhang sneered, didn't pay much attention to Chen Hongqing, and left directly with Yao Huaiqing's car.

He's been in and out of the sheriff's office a lot lately, and he feels like he's getting into bad luck, and he doesn't want to cause more trouble now.

Chen Hongqing's chest almost exploded, Chinese young people just have no quality, they are extremely vulgar, they don't know art, they don't know how to respect artists, and in an ugly country, a street youth will use street graffiti to show their enthusiasm for art, and they will be full of respect for a painter like him who has achieved extraordinary things!

If it weren't for the development of art, enlightening the people's wisdom, and broadening the horizons of the domestic art world, why would Chen Hongqing return to China?

He shook his head and decided to go back and paint the lady, and then take it to the nearest art exhibition, and when the time came, what woman didn't have a skyrocketing vanity at this time?

When a woman's vanity is satisfied, she will also be willing to meet any request of a man, if Chen Hongqing doesn't understand women, how can she survive the most difficult years in the ugly country back then?

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Yao Huaiqing drove a short distance and stopped again.

"Auntie just said that, mainly to leave him with a bad image, so that he has no interest in pestering his aunt anymore." Yao Huaiqing explained a little embarrassed, "You don't want to learn, my aunt is usually not so vulgar, right?" ”

"Uh-huh." Zhou Fuxi smiled and nodded.

"What are you laughing at?" Yao Huaiqing raised his hand and slapped him in annoyance, "Don't take what those people who engage in art say to heart." They are accustomed to using the organs of men and women as analogies, to ridicule and joke, thinking that this is style, personality or something, in fact, vulgarity is vulgarity, they are more or less hooligans, we are serious businessmen, don't get involved with these well-known old artists. ”

"I think it's okay, aunt, since you know their temperament, you should know that what you just said is useless, these people are shameless, and they don't know what it means to be in moderation. Especially if you say that he doesn't lift it, then he must be thinking in his heart, I must let you know how good he is. Zhou Fuxi shook his head, of course men understand men better than women.

Especially the old color batch, it is even easier to understand.

Yao Huaiqing didn't think of this, and couldn't help but be a little worried, but these words were said by his nephew, and he felt a little ashamed.

So Yao Huaiqing's pink and delicate cheeks were full of redness, and the mature woman's watery eyes looked charming because of shyness.

She was a little short of breath, her chest pressed tightly against the steering wheel, she raised her hand and wanted to hit Zhou Fuxi a few times, but she felt that what he said was actually very reasonable, so she glanced at him, and then stomped her feet.

"However, don't worry too much, this kind of person has finally mixed up to this level, as long as you explicitly refuse, he will not be self-righteous and think that you are playing with him, and then do some radical behavior." As he spoke, Zhou Fuxi took out a talisman and tied it with a red rope and handed it to Yao Huaiqing.

"This is the last time I bought the ointment, I got it from the old fairy, you carry it with you, it is very spiritual to avoid disasters and keep safe."

The scars on Yao Huaiqing's face disappeared, thanks to the old fairy's ointment, it can be said that he indirectly gave Yao Huaiqing a new life, this old fairy's talisman is naturally extraordinarily weighty, Yao Huaiqing immediately tied it around her neck, but the red rope was a little long, and she had to bury the talisman.

"I'm so relieved." Yao Huaiqing smiled at Zhou Fuxi, or he warmed her heart, she just saw Yuan Dezhang's car passing, and she didn't know what to do in a hurry, she was busy every day, it was better to have children at home and play.

Fortunately, she was accompanied by Zhou Fuxi, Yao Huaiqing shook the back of Zhou Fuxi's hand, and there were many emotions in her heart, her sister and brother-in-law were really blinded by lard.

Zhou Fuxi also smiled, Yao Huaiqing's tone was like coaxing a child, she moved her body and continued to drive, her skirt fell diagonally, revealing a white dazzling long leg, Zhou Fuxi turned her head casually and looked at the traffic light in front of her.

"Fuxi, I suddenly thought of it today, your name is similar to our ancestor Fuxi......" Yao Huaiqing seemed to mention casually.

"It's really about the same, so it's okay for you to go to a place like Fuxi Temple to pray in the future, and shout Fuxi or Fuxi." Zhou Fuxi gave advice as a professional.

"Bah, baba, childish words." Yao Huaiqing hurriedly stopped the car, folded his hands and read the words, and confessed to the top boss in no matter which version of myths and legends and historical records.

After she finished worshipping herself, she grabbed Zhou Fuxi's hands to worship, Zhou Fuxi wanted to laugh a little, she really didn't learn any lessons, she had to let him worship Emperor Wenchang the night before, and something happened.

Yao Huaiqing's hands were white and soft, holding Zhou Fuxi's hands tightly, she thought about it but didn't force Zhou Fuxi to worship, just said some words of guilt in her mouth, and then let out a long breath, as if she had been forgiven for Zhou Fuxi.

"I just remembered some mythological stories, didn't Fuxi have a sister named Nuwa?" Yao Huaiqing continued.

"The origin of Nuwa Niangniang is actually not as the myth says, she and Houtu Niangniang are inextricably linked, but in fact, no god can really be sure..."

"Whoever tells you that, you listen to me." Yao Huaiqing was not interested in the version of the story that did not meet her needs, "Later, in order to continue the human bloodline, didn't Fuxi marry Nuwa, and the two of them reproduced?" Every time I hear this story, I will be very moved, for the sake of inheritance, for their own responsibilities and obligations, resolutely combined, isn't it great? ”

Yao Huaiqing is not very good now, and she is not very good to ask Zhou Fuxi to chase Yao Jing'an or something, she is worried that this will be counterproductive, and she should take a silent way to moisten things - that is, she blows the wind from time to time, and uses stories to map and hint from time to time, and over time, Zhou Fuxi will give birth to a kind of soul brand: I should marry Yao Jing'an!

"I didn't think it was great. Isn't that pure nonsense? I have never met anyone who listens to the story of Fuxi and Nuwa and will be as moved as you. Auntie, what's the matter with you? Zhou Fuxi looked at Yao Huaiqing suspiciously and asked directly.

(End of chapter)