Black Lotus is reborn. Hush! Just lie down and be quiet.

"I know two hundred thousand is definitely not enough. How about this, I'll give you two hundred thousand first, and when I have more money later, I'll pay you another two hundred thousand, okay?"

Lang Yue looked embarrassed. He was handsome and weak, had a clear and pleasant voice, and looked sincere. He was as innocent as a little prince in an ivory tower, making people want to lie to him.

"Mr. Lang, how about this? I won't pay for Xiaoyu's tuition, and you don't have to pay for the medicine. How about it?" Xia Qingqing proposed a plan.

For a famous painter like Lang Yue, the tuition fees must be expensive, so I can just use it to offset the medical expenses.

Lang Yue felt that Xia Qingqing was still at a disadvantage. He was not very famous in the inland area, and the tuition fee could not be much. This bottle of medicine must have used very precious herbs, so he got a great bargain.

But he still agreed. After all, there was a long time to go and there would be plenty of opportunities to thank him in the future.

Although Langyue grew up abroad, he is a very traditional person. He asked Xiaoyu to kowtow and become his disciple according to ancient rituals. He also gave Xiaoyu a complete set of paints and tools, which cost a lot of money.

"Mr. Lang, Xiaoyu will go to school in September. Would it be okay for her to come to your place to learn painting on the weekend?" Xia Qingqing asked.

"Does Xiaoyu go to school like normal kids?"

Lang Yue frowned slightly and asked politely.

"Yes, I think Xiaoyu will make more friends in school, which will help his growth." Xia Qingqing told the truth.

She hopes Xiaoyu can learn to be independent, so that if she is gone one day, Xiaoyu can live well on her own.

Lang Yue frowned even deeper and said disapprovingly, "Miss Xia, you shouldn't let Xiaoyu go to school. School is a prison. It will only wipe out Xiaoyu's spiritual energy. He is not suitable for collective life. At least at this stage, he doesn't need to adapt to collective life."

"But if he doesn't learn to adapt to collective life now, will he be lonely for the rest of his life?" Xia Qingqing retorted.

"Miss Xia, loneliness is not a derogatory word. Some people like to be lively, while others enjoy loneliness. For them, being lively is torture. Listen to me, I was also very lonely when I was a child. Because I was born weak and I was of yellow race, the local students in the school bullied me. Moreover, they were very good at disguising themselves. They were good students in front of the teacher, but they bullied others behind the teacher's back. Even if I went to complain, the teacher would not believe me."

Lang Yue stopped, his breathing a little rapid. Jiang Han suddenly rushed in, took out medicine from his pocket, and sprayed it into his mouth and nose a few times.

"Don't think about the past, take a deep breath..."

Jiang Han skillfully guided Lang Yue's breathing, and he gradually calmed down.

"It's okay, don't worry."

Lang Yue smiled and comforted him. Jiang Han glared at him, then looked at Xia Qingqing with scrutiny and went out.

"Jiang Han is just worried about me, not you. Please don't be offended, Miss Xia." Lang Yue spoke well of him.

"It's okay. Did Mr. Lang study at home later?" Xia Qingqing didn't care about Jiang Han's attitude. Instead, she was very curious about Lang Yue's previous experiences.

I didn't expect that Langyue, who seemed to have grown up in an ivory tower, would have such an unpleasant experience.

Lang Yue nodded. "I was bullied by those people for half a semester. One day, I had an asthma attack and almost died. The driver who picked me up found me. My mother was so angry that she found a lawyer and sued the school and the students who bullied me. She won the case and the school paid a lot of money. Later, I studied at home and didn't go to school again until I was admitted to university."

"Can you adapt to college life?" Xia Qingqing asked sincerely.

"Of course. College students are adults. They have enough self-control and will think about the consequences of doing bad things. So I had a great time in college and made a lot of friends. Miss Xia, I really hope you will seriously consider not letting Xiaoyu go to school too early. The malice of a child is too direct and rude, which is not good for Xiaoyu's growth."

Lang Yue's tone was very sincere. He really didn't want Xiaoyu to go through those painful experiences. Even though so many years had passed, he still felt uncomfortable when he recalled it now.

"Okay, I'll seriously consider it. Thank you, Mr. Lang!"

Xia Qingqing thanked him sincerely. Lang Yue used his personal experience to persuade her with great sincerity, and she would seriously consider it.

She didn't sit for long, as the apprenticeship was over, so she sat for a while and then said goodbye.

Lang Yue sent them out. When passing by the gallery, he saw a few people. Jiang Han was receiving them.

"This painting can't be any cheaper? To be honest, Mr. Lang's fame doesn't match this price. You know Shi Wenliang, right? He's much more famous than Mr. Lang, but he only sells one of his paintings for 30,000!"

A middle-aged man among the guests spoke in a rather sarcastic tone and used Shi Wenliang as an example. His words were implicitly mocking that Lang Yue was not as famous as Shi Wenliang.

The painting he liked was the one Xia Qingqing had seen before, and it was priced at 30,000.

The reason why Xia Qingqing was attracted to this painting was because it was very shocking. It depicted an old woman with a weathered face, tattered clothes, gray hair, and wrinkles on her face. She was smiling with her sparse teeth, a helpless smile, and cloudy eyes. From this old woman, one can feel the ruthlessness of time and see her numbness towards life.

She has been through a lot and suffered a lot. Now she is old and dying. She has become numb to all these sufferings and just lives for the sake of living.

This was the feeling Xia Qingqing had when she first saw the painting. Lang Yue's painting was very detailed, and it felt like it was not a painting but a photograph, capturing the old woman's expression at a moment's expression. The painting was very vivid, and gave people a very shocking feeling.

The painting was priced at 30,000 yuan, which Xia Qingqing thought was really not expensive. Moreover, this middle-aged man was using Shi Wenliang to step on Lang Yue, so she stood on Lang Yue's side without thinking.

Although she had never seen the paintings of Shi Wenliang, the old snob, she would never spend money to buy them unless they were given to her for free.

"Shi Wenliang is an excellent senior. My teacher and I respect him very much. If you think this painting is too expensive, you can look at other ones." Jiang Han answered neither humbly nor arrogantly, and also introduced several cheap paintings, all of which were works by other painters, ranging from a few hundred to a few thousand yuan.

The middle-aged man looked a little unhappy. What he wanted to buy were Lang Yue's paintings. There was no point in buying paintings by these unknown painters.

He didn't expect that Lang Yue was not tactful at all. He was the leader of the cultural department. If Lang Yue had been more sensible, he should have delivered the painting to him personally. But now he refused to pay even a penny less. What a fool.

"Why isn't your teacher here? This is Director Xu from the Cultural Bureau. Ask Lang Yue to come over!"

Another man who looked like a secretary glared at Jiang Han fiercely and emphasized the Cultural Bureau. Jiang Han had no choice but to go find Lang Yue and happened to run into them at the stairs.

"Just tell him I'm not here. If he wants to buy the painting, he can buy it. If he doesn't want to buy it, forget it!"

Lang Yue's tone was cold. Even if Director Xu was willing to spend 30,000 to buy it, he didn't want to sell it.

He only sells his paintings to people who understand painting. It's obvious at first glance that Director Xu doesn't understand painting, and he doesn't want such a person to dirty his paintings.

"Why don't you give it to him? You still have an art exhibition in the second half of the year, so don't make things difficult for him." Jiang Han advised.

The King of Hell is hard to deal with, and the little devils are even harder to deal with. You can't offend a villain like Director Xu.

"If you don't want to send me off, why should I? Jiang Han, whose side are you on? Just let him make things difficult for you. If the exhibition can't be held, then don't hold it. I'm not afraid of him!"

Lang Yue was angry, but even if he was angry, he didn't seem to have any deterrent power, like a kitten showing off its power. Jiang Han looked at him with doting eyes and said helplessly, "Of course I'm on your side. Okay, okay, I won't send you off. I'll listen to you."