Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

After walking a few steps, Xie Chengyin turned back to ask Yan Ci why he wanted to see the soul painter's paintings. But when he turned around, he saw no sign of Yan Ci among the people coming and going behind him.

"Ms. Thirteen?"

He said he would take her to see it, so why did he just leave without saying a word?

He stood there in a daze for a while, and finally walked upstairs angrily, the stairs making a bang bang sound as he stepped on them hard.

As soon as he reached the corner of the third floor, he was stopped by Qiu Fuqiu.

"You're just going to abandon this girl like that?"

Qiu Fuqiu crossed her arms over her chest and turned her gaze from Xie Chengyin to the downstairs, looking at Yan Ci who was looking around in the group.

"The girl was still looking for you, but you just ran away."

Xie Chengyin was confused by what he said, "What do you mean?"

Qiu Fuqiu signaled with her eyes, and Xie Chengyin followed Qiu Fuqiu's gaze and saw Yan Ci walking in the crowd.

Is she looking for him?

Didn't she run away on her own?

With his brows furrowed and then relaxed, Xie Chengyin turned around and walked downstairs.

Qiu Fuqiu leaned on the handrail of the stairs, looking down at the stairs like watching a show from upstairs, and saw Xie Chengyin accurately find the girl from the crowd, then hold her hand and walk upstairs.

Yan Ci was suddenly grabbed by the wrist. His first reaction was that there was a hooligan. He raised his hand and attacked the person, but the force of his raised hand was lost in mid-air.

Then a deep male voice said, "It's me."

Yan Ci saw clearly that the person holding her was Xie Chengyin, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes. Didn't he leave? Why did he come back again?

"Where are you taking me?" Yan Ci was pulled by Xie Chengyin, and he had to jog to keep up with Xie Chengyin's pace.

"Don't you want to see the paintings of the soul painter? I'll take you there."

Yan Ci was very puzzled. Did Xie Chengyin have some serious illness? One moment he wanted to take her to see paintings, and the next moment he left her and ran away. Now he was taking her to see paintings again.

I know that women like to go back on their words, and it turns out that men are the same.

She tried hard to break free from Xie Chengyin's grip on her wrist, "No need, I'll find it myself."

Feeling that his wrist was about to slip out of his hand, Xie Chengyin unconsciously tightened his grip a little more, "Don't move, there are so many people here, it will be hard to find you if you get lost again."

Qiu Fuqiu looked at the two people below performing a drama of one chasing and the other trying to escape, and her mouth was almost stretched to her ears with laughter.

No wonder Xie Chengyin talked about getting married last time, it turns out he has a girl he likes.

However, although the girl looked delicate and soft, she was actually quite stubborn. It seemed that Xie Chengyin had not been able to win her over yet.

But since she was discovered today, she didn't mind helping.

Yan Ci was pulled upstairs by Xie Chengyin, just in time to meet Qiu Fuqiu who was watching the show with a smile on her face.

Yan Ci finally pulled his wrist out of Xie Chengyin's hand, and saw a young woman leaning on the side. She was wearing luxurious clothes, had an oval face, and looked at her with her eyes narrowed by a smile.

Isn’t this the woman who was arguing with Xie Chengyin just now?

No wonder he suddenly left me. It turned out that he went to look for this girl. But he just pulled me here. I didn’t think that this girl would misunderstand him.

She was thinking whether she should explain it, but before she could open her mouth, she heard Xie Chengyin say, "She came to see your paintings. Don't you have a few collections? Take them out and show them to Miss Thirteen.

Ever since Yan Ci came up, Qiu Fuqiu's eyes had never left Yan Ci. She looked at the girl in front of her who was called the Thirteenth Girl. She had a beautiful face, bright eyes, white teeth, and a slender figure as graceful as a willow. She was indeed a very pretty girl.

When he heard that she was a fan of his paintings, he became even happier, "Miss Thirteen, huh? You like my paintings, I'll take you to see them."

Yan Ci looked at Xie Chengyin in surprise, then turned to Qiu Fuqiu and asked, "Are you a soul painter?"

Qiu Fuqiu pressed a finger between her lips and whispered softly, "Keep your voice down, or someone will skin me alive if they hear you."

Yan Ci looked at the bustling crowd downstairs and curled his lips knowingly. Most of the people here came for the Soul Painter. If they knew that the real person was here, they would rush up.

Qiu Fuqiu said, "Let's go and talk inside." Then she led the way to the room.

The three people entered Room No. XueziA. There were many shelves in the spacious room. Some of the shelves were hung with paintings, while others were just a piece of white paper.

At the back of the room was a long table with a piece of paper on it and pen and ink next to it.

Qiu Fuqiu briefly introduced it, "This is where I paint. The ones next to it are my recent paintings. I haven't taken them out yet. If you like any of them, take them away. Consider it a welcome gift from me."

Yan Ci's eyes swept across the paintings, and each painting presented a story.

In one painting, several children are flying a kite, but the kite falls on a tree. One child climbs onto the wall and reaches out to grab the kite.

In another painting, a woman is washing clothes by the river. A small boat is passing by in the river. A man is standing on the boat playing the flute. The woman stops washing clothes and looks up at the man, with tears streaming from her eyes.

There are also two flower-viewing paintings, showing the beautiful scene of flowers in full bloom and women picking flowers.

Although each painting is drawn with extremely simple lines, it contains deep meaning. No wonder the authors of these paintings are called soul painters.

Seeing Yan Ci admiring her paintings so fascinated, Qiu Fuqiu said, "Don't underestimate the simplicity of the paintings. Every picture here is real. The people are real, and the emotions are real."

"The five children above were good friends who grew up together, but the child who climbed up the wall died this spring. This painting I drew is the last memory of him and his friends."

"And this woman, the flute player on the boat, is her husband who has returned from a long journey. They meet again after many years of separation, so she can't help crying."

After hearing this, Yan Ci was deeply touched. These paintings presented beautiful and memorable scenes that made people happy and sad.

Yan Ci withdrew his gaze from the painting, looked at Qiu Fuqiu, and asked seriously: "Then why do you draw pictures of beautiful buttocks?"

Qiu Fuqiu was stunned for a moment, then her face turned red. She was told that the picture of beautiful buttocks was her work, which made her feel ashamed for a moment.

But when she glanced at Xie Chengyin, who was as surprised as she was, she began to think about watching the fun.

"You'll have to ask Young Marquis Xie about this. He saw it with his own eyes."

Yan Ci was even more surprised, "Did you draw this?"

Xie Chengyin scratched his head embarrassedly and admitted: "It's me."

After getting the affirmation, Yan Ci connected the painting with the painter in front of him in his mind.

That painting was indeed somewhat different from the Soul Painter's previous paintings. Although they all followed an extremely simple approach, they were just for fun and did not have any deep meaning.

In addition, the soul painter I met today was actually a woman, so how could she see the buttocks of Han Liang, a man.