Rebirth at 70: I am the rough man’s treasure

The people in the village didn't know how to paint. They stood on the sidelines and watched, and all they saw were Ye Zhengwen's painting movements.

There was only one person, staring at the painting and not noticing him at all.

That is Yang Xiaotian.

After Ye Zhengwen finished the painting, he turned his head and saw Yang Xiaotian staring at his painting without blinking.

The little girl was wearing a white sheepskin coat, with a small round face and big eyes, which immediately struck the young painter's heart.

Ye Zhengwen smiled and asked: "Comrade, do you also like painting?"

"Ah? Are you asking me?"

Yang Xiaotian looked around and saw Ye Zhengwen staring directly at her, then pointed at her nose and asked.

When she is a little dazed, her eyes will become bigger and rounder, and her black eyes will be shiny, like black crystal stones soaked in water.

Ye Zhengwen smiled a little wider, nodded and said, "That's you."

This was the first time Yang Xiaotian was called "comrade". It was new and a little embarrassing.

She said slightly embarrassed: "I haven't even gone to school, how can I know how to draw? I just saw that your paintings are beautiful, so I took a few more glances."

Her simple words made Ye Zhengwen even more fond of her.

"You have never learned it, but you can appreciate it. This proves that your ability to perceive art is innate. This is a rare talent, and it is much more powerful than learned techniques."

When Ye Zhengwen talks about art theory, he also talks about it one by one.

Yang Xiaotian didn't quite understand, but she was always happy when others praised her.

Especially, the other party is a well-connected person from a big city.

Yang Xiaotian was a little happy and immediately wanted to share it with Wu Shengqian.

But when she turned her head, the tall man disappeared without a trace.

She didn't think much about it, just assumed that he was impatient to watch people painting and went to hide somewhere else to relax, so she said to Ye Zhengwen sheepishly: "Teacher Ye, you are so good at praising others, I'm not that good, really." of!"

"We are about the same age. Don't call me teacher or 'you' or anything like that. Just call me by my name, okay? I'll call you by your name too. By the way, I haven't asked you what your name is yet?"

Ye Zhengwen looked at him with a smile and said gently.

His voice was soft and warm, completely different from Wu Shengqian's rough voice.

Before Yang Xiaotian could say anything, the villagers around her had already spoken on her behalf: "Her name is Yang Xiaotian, and she is the daughter-in-law of our Yangkou Po Wu Da Scar!"

Ye Zhengwen was a little disappointed when he heard that Yang Xiaotian was married.

However, he liked Yang Xiaotian, partly because she was beautiful, and most importantly, because of the appreciative and focused look in her eyes when she looked at his painting just now.

Although this rural girl couldn't describe anything, Ye Zhengwen felt that she understood his paintings.

For an artist, finding a soulmate is even more rare than finding a lover.

Therefore, Ye Zhengwen still smiled slightly and said: "Comrade Yang Xiaotian, if you like this painting, I will give it to you, okay?"

"Really? Can you give it to me?"

Yang Xiaotian showed a surprised smile, with two deep dimples at the corners of her mouth.

Ye Zhengwen took the painting off the easel and gave it to Yang Xiaotian solemnly.

Yang Xiaotian held it in her hand and looked left and right. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

What she especially liked was the tall and lush pine trees with several deep scars on their trunks.

This always reminded her of Wu Shengqian.

She hasn't studied much and doesn't know how to express herself. In fact, what she likes is the vitality that this painting shows, which is still vigorous after being injured.

Strong and tenacious, just like Wu Shengqian.

Yang Xiaotian felt that Wu Shengqian must also like this painting very much.

She searched around but couldn't find Wu Shengqian. After asking the fat aunt, she found out that he had gone home without saying a word.

"Why don't you tell me when you go back?"

Yang Xiaotian muttered to herself, didn't think much, and quickened her pace back home.

The young couple went to Linhai, and including the round trip time, they walked for more than ten days.

Now back home, Yang Xiaotian still feels a little strange.

As soon as she entered the room with the painting, she saw that Wu Shengqian had taken off his coat, was wearing thin clothes, rolled up his sleeves, and was wiping the tables, chairs and benches in the room.

When Yang Xiaotian came in, he didn't even raise his head and just kept working.

"Why didn't you tell me and just came back?" Yang Xiaotian asked casually, without insisting on an answer, so she happily took off her scarf and gloves, hung up her coat, and held it as if it were a treasure. She came to him with the painting and asked, "Look, does it look good? Teacher Ye saw that I liked it and gave it to me directly!"

She was so excited that she didn't notice anything wrong with Wu Shengqian's face. She took the painting and looked at the wall, thinking about it and said, "Where should we hang it?"

Ever since Yang Xiaotian started asking about Ye Zhengwen, Wu Shengqian had been holding back.

When he was outside just now, he wished he could drag his little wife back directly to prevent her from staring at other men.

However, he can't.

If he really did that, his wife would either be afraid of him or hate him.

In fact, Wu Shengqian knew that Yang Xiaotian was able to follow a big boss like him mostly because of her livelihood.

Originally, he didn't care about this, as long as the person was his.

But now, he expects more and more that his wife will like him wholeheartedly as he likes her.It’s not gratitude, it’s not reliance, it’s just waiting in the heart.

Wu Shengqian was a rough man. Even if he was killed, he would not be able to say such words.

So now, seeing Yang Xiaotian holding another man's painting as a treasure, he couldn't bear it, threw the rag, and said with a sneer: "Why hang it? How can this dark earthen wall in our house be worthy of a big house?" The painting was painted by the artist himself?"

"What are you talking about? Is there a painting that is worthy of it or not?"

Yang Xiaotian didn't notice his strange aura and was still looking for a place to hang the painting.

She took a look and saw that there were tables and chairs placed under the north wall. Wu Shengqian rested during the day and liked to sit on that chair, drink some water, smoke a cigarette or something.

So he hung the painting on the north wall, behind Wu Shengqian.

The people are as tall and straight as the pine trees in the painting, and they are lovable.

"Is this right here? Wu Shengqian, you are tall, come over and help hang it up."

Yang Xiaotian pointed to the blank space on the north wall and said.

However, Wu Shengqian made no move or move.

She blinked and turned her head curiously, only to find that the man's face had turned livid at some point, his eyes were full of anger, and he was staring at her seriously.

Wu Shengqian's aura was so scary that Yang Xiaotian couldn't help but feel a little scared when his face turned cold.

"What's wrong with you? You're so good, why..."

"What's wrong with me? I also want to ask what's wrong with you?"

Wu Shengqian interrupted Yang Xiaotian's question, walked over step by step, and forced Yang Xiaotian's petite body into the corner.

He snatched the painting from her hand, pointed at the drawing paper, and asked through gritted teeth: "Treat something another man gave you as a treasure, and then let your own man hang it for you? I'm that mean?"