Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

In the early morning of the next day, Ji Xiaotao woke up leisurely with sleepy eyes. She glanced at Li Weijun who was still sleeping beside her pillow. Suddenly, she felt a little sore in her neck. She lowered her head and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. Only then did she discover that there were slight teeth marks on her neck.

"This Li Weijun is really uncivilized. How can he bite people randomly? What if he gets infected with bacteria? Beijing is not like Shanghai. Who knows how scarce penicillin is."

Ji Xiaotao frowned and glanced angrily at the sleeping Li Weijun. Just as she was about to say something, she unexpectedly discovered that there were also several deep teeth marks on Li Weijun's shoulder. On his broad back, in addition to the bite marks, there were also several conspicuous scratches.

The bite marks and scratches on Li Weijun's body were much more serious than those on Ji Xiaotao's neck. It was no exaggeration to say that they looked like the result of being scratched wildly.

Good guy, now the eldest brother doesn’t talk about the second brother. Ji Xiaotao curled her lips and gave up in disappointment. She just got up and prepared to wash and change clothes. She didn’t expect that just by getting up a little, she felt like her whole body was falling apart. Not only was she exhausted and in pain, but her steps were even weak. If you didn’t know, you would think she had been marching last night.

"Oh, I didn't realize it until I got up. It's so hard to stand up. No wonder the old saying goes, "You never get tired of biting off more than you can chew." I was only concerned with the momentary pleasure, and now it's too late to regret.

Ji Xiaotao felt sore in her back and waist. She reluctantly scooped some clean water from the bucket to wash her face. Then she began to carefully look at the layout and decoration of Li Weijun's room.

It has to be said that in the 1960s, the fact that a small Nanluoguxiang in Beijing could be equipped with a television, a refrigerator, a fan, and an air conditioner was definitely considered petty-bourgeois.

Ji Xiaotao has been living and working in Shanghai and knows very well that even in Shanghai, a city with a vast ocean beach and numerous concessions, the current facilities are extremely rare.

In addition to the children of wealthy families, there are also wealthy businessmen who have accumulated considerable wealth through business in their early years.

Apart from these wealthy people, ordinary Shanghai residents, at most, have a fan at home to keep themselves cool. Even in the surrounding rural areas, turning on a light is a luxury. They can only hold a lantern and light it carefully bit by bit.

"I can't believe it. It's actually imported from Gaul. If you don't have the conditions and ability, you may not be able to buy it even if you have money. Not to mention that Shanghai is thousands of miles away from the capital. It can't be that they are transported here in train cars."

Ji Xiaotao, who could barely be said to know Li Weijun inside and out, knew that Li Weijun's success had only happened in the past two days. He was discovered by the old leader because of his special talent in running, and was then introduced to the old man step by step, which is how he began to show his talent.

Before this, Li Weijun was just a lousy movie projectionist who came to Shanghai to purchase films for internal reference.

Even though being a buyer is quite lucrative these days, the profits shouldn't be that huge. A mere buyer can travel across the ocean and purchase industrial products from countries on the other side of the ocean. Isn't this just a show of force?

Although Ji Xiaotao was full of questions in her heart, she was a smart person and knew what to ask and what not to ask, so she looked in the mirror.

After simply tying up her loose hair with Li Weijun's belt, Ji Xiaotao stared in the mirror. Her face was flushed and she looked quite good, but she felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

There may be excitement, but after a night of calm, his attitude has become calm, and at most he feels a little happy.

She had lived for twenty-seven or twenty-eight years, and this was the first time she felt what happiness felt like. Different from the sense of accomplishment she had gained from drawing picture books, oil paintings, or comic books, the happiness she felt at this moment was more of a sense of satisfaction.

With this halo, even the marks on her neck didn't seem so out of place. Instead, they looked like a medal of victory, which made Ji Xiaotao feel a little nostalgic.

The education she received was completely different from that of Qin Huairu. Qin Huairu was a little country girl who had only attended school in Qinjia Village for a few years. Apart from spelling her own name, she could barely write some common words. As for her mentor, he was probably a part-time farmer, working the land to earn work points while using a ruler to support his family.

Ji Xiaotao is a top student at a national art university, and she studied under a famous master of traditional Chinese painting, who is renowned both at home and abroad.

As a disciple of a famous family, if Ji Xiaotao was willing, and instead of sticking to her own way of painting picture books and comic books, she would have painted her own oil paintings, she might have held countless national reincarnation art exhibitions by now.

Ji Xiaotao knew this kind of thing very well. If she put a few of her mentor's works in her own personal exhibition, most people would give her a little face and happily go.

It's just that Ji Xiaotao has a rather strange personality. Just to get rid of the halo of Enshi, she became a weirdo in everyone's eyes and concentrated on making comic books.

She always felt that whether it was painting or being a person, being too elegant was not a good thing. After all, there was a threshold to appreciate high-end art.

And having a threshold is bound to mean a small audience. Only by adding some far-fetched theoretical explanations can the confused and bewildered audience feel the artistic conception of the painting.

For example, if you want to draw a horse, you insist on drawing it in an unruly way, with rough lines, and you can't even draw the outline of the horse. It looks like a child's scribbles, and call it art.

What’s the difference between this and the Emperor’s New Clothes?

If someone admits that it is a masterpiece, it proves that the person has taste and artistic attainments. On the contrary, if someone thinks it is a piece of shit and doesn't understand why, he will be regarded as a country bumpkin.

Ji Xiaotao has always scoffed at these things. She has always believed that only by being down-to-earth and doing the things of the common people can one truly realize one's artistic value.

Creating beauty for more people to enjoy, bringing them happiness, pleasure and visual resonance is far better than some court painters who deliberately use abstraction to highlight their so-called artistic attainments.

So Ji Xiaotao suddenly thought of the Doraemon that Li Weijun had mentioned earlier, the chubby image of Doraemon, coupled with the novel story, the imaginative plot, and the assistance of various magical props.

Ji Xiaotao subconsciously felt that if she could depict the story of Doraemon with a paintbrush, it would definitely shock the world. A true painting that could immerse both children and the elderly in it and make them enjoy it over and over again is a good work.

But Li Weijun was a cunning guy. In order to prevent Ji Xiaotao from getting something for free, he deliberately ignored some key details when describing the plot of Doraemon, such as the personalities of various characters and the restrictions on magic props, including the origin of Doraemon.

Besides, Doraemon was meant to test one's imagination, and Ji Xiaotao was kept in suspense and only half understood the story. She was still confused and afraid that something might go wrong if she was not careful.

At this moment, looking at herself in the mirror with a faint smile on her face, or even some reminiscing, Ji Xiaotao was inspired and called Li Weijun a few times in the air, trying to wake this unlucky guy up and sort out the plot of Doraemon first.

Who would have thought that Li Weijun was really tired, after having sex with Qin Huairu and Ji Xiaotao last night.

Qin Huairu was easy to deal with. She was familiar with the route and did it very easily without any pressure at all.

But the crux of the problem lies with Ji Xiaotao. This girl is at the age of being lively and active. She is twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, her physical functions are at the peak, and she can't help but have all kinds of thoughts.

No matter how strong Li Weijun is, he is still a mortal after all. Metal can get tired, let alone humans.

You always have to take a break after a while. It's impossible to work at a high intensity all the time.

But Ji Xiaotao finally got the chance in the past twenty or thirty years, so why should she stop and rest?

Therefore, our invincible comrade Li Weijun only felt exhausted physically and mentally, and has barely recovered a little now.

When he heard Ji Xiaotao's call at this moment, he was so scared that he didn't open his eyes, for fear that the girl would come back to attack him.

"Li Weijun, Li Weijun, are you really asleep or just pretending to be asleep?"

Seeing that she couldn't wake Li Weijun up, Ji Xiaotao had some guesses in her mind. She pursed her lips and came to the side of Li Weijun who was pretending to be asleep.

I lifted the quilt and moved it.

I am not sure what I am saying...