Quick Wear: Bai Yueguang perfectly interprets the success of saving the world

Lin Wenjun waved her hand in front of Yan Qing and said with a smile, "Qingqing, what are you thinking about? You are so absorbed in it."

Yan Qing raised her eyes and forced a smile: "I was thinking about Master Karenville's exhibition. According to what Brother Jianzhou said, it should be this month, but I don't know what day it is."

Gu Zhao suddenly said, "Number 21."

Yan Qing looked at her in surprise: "How did you know, sister?"

"I heard it."

Gu Zhao turned off the screen of her mobile phone. Before the screen went off, she could catch a glimpse of the person she was contacting on her phone, who was the person she marked as "teacher".

The last words the two exchanged were "No. 21."

Lin Wenjun frowned and didn't take Gu Zhao's words to heart.

Heard it? Who can tell me? I'm afraid it's not nonsense.

But she didn't say anything on the spot. After all, Gu Zhao was her biological daughter, so she had to give her some face.

Lin Wenjun turned her eyes away from Gu Zhao. She seemed to have thought of something and turned to ask Yan Qing: "Qingqing, do you want to hold an art exhibition as well?"

Lin Wenjun had wanted to hold an art exhibition for Yan Qing before, but Qingqing was not in good health at that time, so he never brought it up.

After all, preparing the paintings for the exhibition is a big project, and she was afraid that Qingqing's body wouldn't be able to handle it.

I bring this up now for some other reasons.

She could feel Qingqing's cautiousness and insecurity hidden under her smile ever since Zhaozhao came back.

This feeling became even stronger after the birthday party, so she wanted to hold an art exhibition to make Qingqing feel better.

Doctors have also said that a good mood is beneficial to the condition.

Yan Qing's eyes flashed with surprise: "Is it okay?"

Lin Wenjun's eyebrows softened, and she said gently: "Of course."

Su Yansui immediately responded: "Mom, let me take care of this matter."

Lin Wenjun nodded and agreed to Su Yansui's request.

After getting the definite answer, Yan Qing's face showed joy.

"Thank you, mom and brother."

Lin Wenjun said with a doting look: "We are all family, so why bother saying thank you."

Gu Zhao watched this scene coldly from the side. The atmosphere between them was completely beyond her control; it was relaxed and harmonious.

Her eyes were dark, and no one knew what she was thinking about. After a moment, the dark look disappeared without a trace, as if she thought of something interesting, and the corners of her lips slightly raised.

If Qingqing were brought to the Gu family, I'm sure everyone in the Gu family would like her.

Yan Qing naturally didn't know about her thoughts.

Ever since Lin Wenjun and Su Yansui said they wanted to hold an art exhibition for her, Yan Qing has been sticking to her character and hasn't bothered Gu Zhao much these days. She has devoted all her attention to the exhibition.

I want to paint a picture that will catch people's eyes before the exhibition starts.

After being locked in the room for a few days, Yan Qing felt annoyed looking at the messy lines on the white drawing paper. She raised her hand, tore off the tape, crumpled the painting into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

There is already half a basket of waste manuscripts piled in the trash can.

Su Yansui pushed open the door and picked up a piece of drawing paper that had accidentally fallen on the ground and unfolded it. The painting on it was only lightly outlined.

Although he is not a master in this area, he can still see the spiritual energy in these few strokes.

Yan Qing also noticed Su Yansui's arrival. She put down the brush in her hand and said, "Brother, why are you here?"

Su Yansui found a seat next to Yan Qing and sat down. He tried to smooth out the wrinkles on the drawing paper bit by bit: "Xu Ma said that you would lock yourself in the studio whenever you had time, sometimes not coming out for a whole day."

Yan Qing lowered her eyes somewhat guiltily: "Brother, I..."

Su Yansui's expression gradually grew stern, and he looked at Yan Qing with an oppressive look. He disagreed and said, "Qingqing, don't put too much pressure on yourself. I don't want you to be too tired because of the exhibition."

"In my heart, your health is more important than holding this art exhibition."

Yan Qing was silent for a while, her eyes fell vaguely on the drawing paper spread out in front of her, as if she wanted to see through the paper.

After a while, she looked up, her eyes serious: "But brother, I want to do it well."

After saying this, Yan Qing seemed to be discouraged again. She pointed to the discarded drawing paper in the trash can and said, "Brother, do I really have no talent? I feel like I can never draw well no matter how hard I try."

Su Yansui paused for a moment and swallowed back the words of persuasion he was about to say.

His eyes met Yan Qing's, and his eyes were full of affirmation: "How could Qingqing think like this? In my heart, Qingqing has always been very powerful."

As he spoke, he unfolded the scrap of manuscript he had been holding in his hand and spread it out in front of Yan Qing.

Su Yansui: "This one is great, why don't you continue drawing?"

Yan Qing pursed her lips: "Almost felt it."

She couldn't say that it was because 012 had been talking to her in her sea of ​​consciousness that she forgot the characteristics of the role she was playing for a moment and almost stopped drawing the line drawing.

But later she reacted and stopped drawing immediately.

After all, in the original plot, there is a clear description of the fake daughter's talent.

He has some talent but he is not a true genius, otherwise he would not have plagiarized the heroine's paintings later.

I just didn't expect that Su Yansui would successfully find it from a pile of waste paper.

Su Yansui was silent for a moment after hearing Yan Qing's answer, and almost felt that only the person involved knew the difference.

Therefore, he did not dwell on this matter anymore and focused his attention back on Yan Qing's body.

"Qingqing, the art exhibition is important, but I hope you won't be so tired."

Yan Qing lowered her eyelashes and replied in a low voice: "I know, brother."

Su Yansui was about to say something else when the cell phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated slightly, which was extremely clear in the empty studio.

He frowned slightly, not wanting to pay attention, but Yan Qing spoke first: "Brother, go and get busy first."

Su Yansui had no choice but to take out his cell phone, looking at the screen with a gloomy expression, ready to see who was calling him at this time.

However, the moment he saw the name clearly, Su Yansui's eyes moved slightly. He tilted the screen subtly to make sure that Yan Qing could not see anything before he stood up.

"Qingqing, brother is going out to answer a phone call, you..."

Yan Qing responded sympathetically: "Don't worry, brother. I'll be out in a moment. I won't stay in there for too long."

Su Yansui was still a little worried, but he glanced at his vibrating phone again and remembered what he had asked the other party to do.

Su Yansui didn't give any further instructions.

The man would call him at this time, probably because the thing he asked him to do had produced results.

The result is still very important to him.

So he nodded to Yan Qing, then walked out of the studio with his cell phone.