Unemployment at the beginning, I let the big devil of the music world return

Chapter 759 Listen to Mom

Li Qingning brought Jiang Yang his favorite dessert, mango pancakes.

Jiang Yang really wants to eat.

but--

He is in high spirits now. "Wait till I finish this."

"Row."

Li Qingning nodded, took a sip of the coffee, then put his chin on the table, looked at Jiang Yang, watched the setting sun dancing through his hair, and felt more relaxed than ever before.

Dusk is no longer the evening that makes you feel that the day has been wasted and you are reluctant to leave.

But it is a dusk that can be spent.

later.

Seeing that Jiang Yang's fingers were covered with traces of lead from sharpening pencils, she opened the dessert, scooped a bite with a spoon, and fed it to Jiang Yang.

Very sweet.

Jiang Yang was so happy that he almost shook.

even--

He was singing in his heart.

"Little boy, do you have a lot of questions? Why, while others are reading comics, I am learning to draw..."

Li Qingning now knows who sang the song "Kiss Goodbye".

When he heard "listen to your mother", Li Qingning couldn't help laughing.

She stroked his hair with her hand: "Be good."

Same thing as in the bathroom this morning.

There is no way.

When necessary, necessary methods must be used, otherwise her arm might be broken.

Jiang Yang blinked, not really understanding, but felt that Li Qingning, with her hair swaying in the breeze and the setting sun, was very beautiful.

He couldn't help but give her a kiss.

The bassist had been secretly watching Li Qingning from the corner of his eye, and when he saw the big devil closing his eyes——

She really wanted to kick Jiang Yang down and take his place.

This is her idol!
This kiss might help with playing the bass!
Jiang Yang continued painting.

He didn't put away the painting until the sun was about to set and everyone in the yard was about to leave.

"goodbye teacher."

Jiang Yang stood at the door and saw Lao Mo off.

then.

The bassist finally plucked up the courage to walk up to Li Qingning.

"Sister Ning - Master Yu -"

The bassist changed the name twice, but felt it was inappropriate: Li Qingning was younger than her, and "Yu Ye" was too masculine.

She didn't know what to call him for a moment and stood there awkwardly.

"Hello."

Li Qingning smiled, stretched out his hand, leaned over and shook it.

The bassist didn't know how she stretched out her hand, she just said: "You are my fan, a bassist——"

"Bass player?"

Li Qingning patted Jiang Yang on the back and asked, "Did he make fun of you about the bassist again?"

Jiang Yang:......

The bassist nodded.

She felt less nervous when she saw Jiang Yang's depressed look after being caught.

"He was just joking."

Li Qingning explained, took the paper and pen and signed his name: "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."

"No, no."

The bassist took the paper and pen and said quickly.

Then--

Stone and the bassist said goodbye to each other.

Although both of them were in Kyoto, they hadn't seen each other for a long time, so they planned to go to the Bar to have a drink.

"gone."

Zhou Hao also told Han Xiaoxiao not to complain to the boss.

Useless.

Jiang Yang has pillow talk.

Zhou Hao threw the keys to Han Xiaoxiao: "Go drive."

Han Xiaoxiao curled her lips. Otherwise, the boss would have to hang a street lamp. Now he was exploiting her to be a driver after work. They were responsible for sending Zhang Da, the master of Jiang Yang's miniature model, back home. After waving goodbye, they walked towards the entrance of the alley.

In the end, only Huo Che, Jiang Yang and others were left.

They are on their way.

After they exited the alley, Sister Xia drove over.

When Li Qingning went to rehearsal in the afternoon, he drove a motorhome because there were many people in the team.

This luxury RV was bought by Li Qingning when he was on a national tour.

after all--

She can't buy a house in every city across the country.

She is the kind of person who doesn't go out often, stays in an environment she is familiar with, and creates an ecology that suits her. She is free in this ecology, immersed in doing what she likes, and doesn't like to be disturbed.

Once she needs to go out on tour, this comfort zone will inevitably be broken.

At this time, Li Qingning would feel awkward everywhere, and all his inspiration would disappear into thin air. In short, he just couldn't calm down.

and so--

Li Qingning spent a large sum of money to customize this RV, which is about the size of a double-decker bus.

such.

When she is on tour, has inspiration, needs to put on makeup, wants to play an instrument, wants to be quiet for a while, or has any problems during the concert and needs the band, dancers, makeup artist and team to meet and solve them in time, she has such a comfortable place.

This car drove by at the last music festival.

Jiang Yang has always liked this car.

and--

What belongs to his wife is his.

After he got in the car, he took two bottles of Coke from the refrigerator.

"I haven't drunk yet."

He told Li Qingning happily and handed Huo Che a bottle of Coke.

Then--

He turned on the TV, took out the controller, and invited Huo Che to play games with him.

Sister Qian sat next to Li Qingning and watched this scene.

As Li Qingning's personal assistant, she is the closest person to Li Qingning, closer than Sister Chen.

At first.

When Li Qingning left the company, she followed him directly.

As for Jiangyang——

She was also the first one I met.

Jiang Yang probably didn't know. When Li Qingning was walking on campus with his cello on his back, she was beside him. She was originally looking for the way, and when she turned her head, hey, Li Qingning was walking behind a boy. From that moment on, she knew that the two of them were destined to be together.

because--

Li Qingning is a person who can be alone.

As long as she listens to music, plays musical instruments, and writes songs, she won't feel lonely or bored even if she stays at home alone for a week. She even enjoys it. Even if Zhuang Mei and others ask her out, she always finds something to turn down.

It's hard to enter her world.

Jiang Yang is the only one.

Sister Qian doesn’t know why either.

Li Qingning's world was opened to him without any hesitation or suspicion, without fear of any harm, and without any defense, just like now, allowing him to walk in unscrupulously and let his independent life have his traces everywhere.

This RV is no exception.

She is completely different from the rational girl who had firmly grasped the copyright of her stage name and works when she joined the company.

This is incredible.

The direct consequence is that Sister Qian's workload has to double. As a life assistant, she not only has to take care of Li Qingning, but also Jiang Yang. This is really exploited. I really agree with what the girl surnamed Han said just now, to hang Jiang Yang on the street lamp.

Just then, Li Qingning's cell phone rang.

Li Qingning's asset consultant, Sister Liao, called: "The painting has been purchased."

Li Qingning: "Okay."

Ms. Liao: "The expert said that we have a slight premium for this painting. The works of this painter that have been released in recent years are not very careful. I think it will go downhill. It does not have much investment value, so there is no need to bid so high."

Li Qingning glanced at Jiang Yang who was playing games and said, "It's okay to teach people how to paint."

Sister Liao: "That's for sure."

After all, he has won awards. To reach this level, whether good or not, it all depends on talent.

It is the practice after being led by the master.

Teaching people to paint is just leading them into the door. As an award-winning person, I do have this ability.

of course.

How well you teach is another kind of talent.

Li Qingning: "Okay, that's good."

Lao Mo runs an art studio and his teaching level is acceptable.

She also asked Jiang Yang, and Jiang Yang felt that Lao Mo's teaching level was quite good. He let him draw first, understand the problems, learn knowledge, correct the problems, and cultivate aesthetic taste. Jiang Yang felt that his life was very fulfilling.

They chatted for a few more minutes and then hung up the phone.

Here.

When Lao Mo returned home, his mother was cooking.

After seeing him, she smiled and said, "Are you back? Wait a moment. We'll have dinner when your son comes back."

"Okay, okay."

Old Mo said hello three times in a row, feeling a little flattered. This was the first time in the past few days that the good student's mother greeted him like this. He felt fragile in his heart, as if the colorful clouds were easily dispersed and the glass was shattered.

Just for this sentence——

Even though Jiang Yang and the Big Devil didn't mention tuition or anything, he still felt it was worth it.

Just

It's a mixed feeling.

Jiang Yang stopped giving him a hat, but he felt awkward because his wife was nice to him because of this incident.

The good student's mother asked, "How was the class?"

Lao Mo: "Very good. As soon as I made a move, he was so impressed that he called me teacher respectfully."

This is half false.

but--

Lao Mo had to admit that Jiang Yang's attitude was really good.

The one who was so respectful and called me teacher all the time.

If his wife hadn't made him jealous, Lao Mo would have been very satisfied with this student.

Good student's mother: "You have to teach well, prepare lessons and be more planned and systematic."

"Need not."

Lao Mo felt that there was no need to prepare lessons when teaching Jiang Yang, as it was all basic knowledge and could be mastered easily.

Besides, Jiang Yang doesn't have to take art exams or anything like that, and he doesn't have to learn any rules or restrictions, so he can express himself more freely. As long as he can draw well in the end, it will be fine. Anyway, at Jiang Yang's age, his chances of becoming a painter are very slim.

Unless he can borrow some magic from his wife.

The good student's mother nodded.

Just then, Lao Mo's cell phone rang.

The caller was his agent, Old Tang, who helped him sell his paintings.

He got through.

Old Tang said excitedly from the other side: "Old Mo! Your painting has been sold! Do you know how much it sold for?!"

Lao Mo was afraid that his phone would spit out saliva, so he quickly put the phone away.

This made him feel dazed for a moment after Old Tang quoted the price, as if he didn't understand: "More, more, how much?"

"one million!"

Old Tang repeated, "Old Mo, you have entered the ranks of millionaire painters!!"

"I go!!"

Lao Mo stood up in shock.

His masterpiece, the one that won an award abroad, was sold for a high price of 800,000 yuan.

Since then, his works have never been sold at such high prices, and have even fallen all the way to the bottom. In order to reverse the decline, he had to paint another painting that won him a prize and sold it at a high price at auction.

however--

A long time has passed and no one has paid attention to this painting.

He didn't expect to sell it today.

The key is that the price hits his heart.

Millionaire painter.

This title is very different from the one below one million.

There is a technique in the industry for painters to raise their own prices. When the paintings are auctioned, the painters ask their own people to bid higher prices for their paintings. Once successful, when others buy his paintings again, they will definitely look at them more highly when they hear that his paintings have sold for millions. The higher the price of his works, the more buyers will accept it because they have this psychological expectation.

of course.

There are people who launder money this way, but there are many tricks involved.

In short.

The price paid for this painting was enough to make a difference in his career as a painter.

Lao Mo: "Who is this living Bodhisattva?"

Old Tang: "Hutong No. 48, this is definitely not the real name, it's an anonymous buyer."

Old Tang thinks this is not important.

He was already discussing whether to buy a few notices to report the news that the painter Lao Mo's paintings were sold for a million yuan, and hype it up. "This is a rare opportunity, we have to be willing to spend money--"

"no need!"

Old Tang didn’t understand, but Old Mo understood it instantly.

Hutong No. 48, isn’t this the house number of Jiangyang Courtyard?

The identity of the buyer is about to be revealed!
No wonder the big devil didn't say anything this afternoon.

The tuition fee is paid by...

Pay attention.

Too particular.

It was almost like pulling Lao Mo out of the abyss. He was so particular that he even wanted to kowtow to Jiang Yang and his wife.

wrong!

Lao Mo suddenly realized that he was a teacher, which was contrary to Tian Gang's opinion.

"No."

He turned and walked quickly towards the study.

Good Student Mom: "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm going to look through books and find information to write a lesson plan."

He must find the best teaching method to achieve twice the result with half the effort and make up for the years Jiang Yang was late. Even if it takes time, he must drag him onto the path of becoming a painter!

Good Student Mom: …

You must have taken the wrong medicine.

You were in control just now, but now you are so concerned about it?
Just as she was wondering, her son came home from school.

after awhile.

Crispy Noodles ran to their house and asked, "Aunt, do you also have the miniature model from Yard 48?"

"Ah."

The good student's mother looked at her and said, "Didn't your mother bring one back too?"

"Yes."

The one her mother brought back was quite beautiful, like a big star.

But she was more interested in the good student's mother. Her mother said that the good student's mother was a kind old lady.

She stared at the good student's mother with a vague sense of anticipation.

Good student mother: "Yeah."

Crisp Noodles: "Let me see."

"Row."

The mother of a good student is not shy.

She wiped her hands, brought the instant noodles into the room, and took out the miniature model.

The moment Kankuamian saw it, his eyes widened. This was clearly Miss Marple. "She——"

The good student's mother knew what she was thinking: "It should be."

"real!"

Instant Noodles shouted happily.

She was too fond of Miss Marple.

This ordinary old lady who knitted sweaters and solved the case amidst gossip and rumors gave her an inexplicable sense of intimacy, as if she was someone around her, and made her feel very safe.

The good student was doing his homework. When he heard the sound, he looked over and felt that the two of them were about to become best friends, and he was about to have an aunt.

After being happy, Knapei rolled his eyes and said, "Auntie, how about we change it?"

The good student's mother let the crisp noodles beg for a long time, but she just refused: "I plan to keep it as a family heirloom."

Crisp Noodles: "Your son neither likes Jiang Yang nor likes reasoning."

Although the novel "The Rite of Initiation" gave the good student a small shock, and the song on the campus radio also made the good students stop and listen on the way to the cafeteria, he was not very interested in Jiang Yang.

What is that——

Which young man does not claim to be the best in the world and would be willing to yield to others?

The good student's mother said: "I will pass it on to my daughter-in-law."

Crisp noodles: ...

She didn't quite understand, "Why did he give you the miniature of Miss Marple."

She was not very convinced.

"Because my husband taught him to paint."

The good student's mother said it as a matter of course, and with a little pride: "I am also his teacher's wife now."

"what."

The instant noodles are a shame.

Lao Mo came out to get some tea and just happened to hear these words. He didn't even change the tea leaves, but got some tea and went back to the study. Just based on his wife's innocent look, her proud tone, and the key word "husband", Lao Mo had to design a lesson plan carefully.

(End of this chapter)