Rebirth of the Ultimate Marriage

The night was getting darker. After half a day of running around, everyone was tired. After dinner, everyone was not in the mood to go shopping. They planned to recharge their batteries and prepare for the two-day madness of the weekend.

Chen Li was also a little tired. After dinner, Chen Li and Wei Chen rejected Wei Hua's suggestion of going out for a walk, and walked around the hotel to refresh themselves before returning to their room.

After a night of nothing to say, it will be dawn in a blink of an eye.

This hotel provides breakfast. After a night of recharging their energy, they are usually at an energetic age. Now they are like tigers out of the gate. After breakfast, they can go to free activities in twos and threes.

Although it is a group tour, after discussion by the class committee, everyone's freedom is not restricted, as long as they can come back at the agreed time at night.

Thirty or so students dispersed after breakfast. Some of them carried their portfolios and found a quiet place in this ancient town to sketch quietly. This kind of entanglement with Huahua that I face every day, seems to be freed from the shackles, and went out to wander.

Now is the off-season for tourism, and there are no crowds. Although there are many tourists on the road, compared with the peak season, it is really much more spacious.

W Ancient Town has ancient charm and fragrance, and the river network is scattered in a patchwork manner. There is a bridge in three steps, and a pavilion in ten steps. Being in such a scenery, the whole person's body and mind have been precipitated.

The hurried footsteps began to slow down, like flowing water in front of the house, moving forward slowly, calmly and without waves.

Those students who wanted to have a good time had only walked two streets in the town, and it was as if a lamp was lit in their minds, and inspiration gushed out like spring water.

They wanted to seize these inspirations and not let them disappear, so they returned to the hotel by the same route, carried their portfolios on their backs, and continued their trip to the ancient town.

Chen Li went to bed early yesterday, and he went to bed early today too. In the early spring, the humidity in the ancient town was already very high, and the transparent windows were covered with a layer of mist. Chen Li stood in front of the window and drew a picture with his fingers. Smiling face, curved eyebrows, curved mouth.

Wei Chen hugged Chen Li from behind, resting his chin on Chen Li's shoulder, his voice was a little hoarse when he just woke up, and Wei Chen said, "Good morning, Li Li." It was extremely sexy.

"Morning, Ah Chen." Chen Li replied, his hand was still drawing on the misty window, the mist gathered together due to the movement of Chen Li's fingers, turned into water droplets, and finally left a trace on the window .

This morning, quiet and warm.

After breakfast, Chen Li went out with his portfolio on his back and Wei Chen's fingers interlocked.

The beautiful scenery of the ancient town attracted Chen Li's attention. He was searching for the best viewpoint, and when he came to a bridge, Chen Li stopped.

The direction Chen Li was looking at happened to be the east, and the sun had just risen at this time, hanging in front of the two houses, the still water shimmering, fascinating.

Chen Li set up the drawing folder, put the drawing paper on it, and took out the raw materials, but the next second, Chen Li stared at these things in a daze.

Not suitable, thick and colorful paintings are not suitable for the scenery here, ink painting is fine, the collision between black and white, rich and light, can this scenery be integrated into the paper in the most suitable way.

Finally, Chen Li decided to paint ink painting.

The picture folder is specially made, it can not only stand upright, but also horizontally, which is a simple table.

Recently, Chen Li often draws ink paintings in his studio at home. Now that Chen Li opened up his posture, Wei Chen knew that the ink used for Chen Li's paintings was not ready-made ink, but a piece of inkstone, and the ink was ground fresh.

The inkstone is a good inkstone. According to Chen Li himself, this Fang inkstone was given to him by his new teacher as a meeting gift. Wei Chen doesn't know inkstone, but this Fang inkstone can smell a strong ink fragrance when he holds it in his hand. Needless to say, it must be It is priceless.

In a few days, Wei Chen had already learned how to sharpen ink, and now he naturally stepped forward to sharpen ink for Chen Li. Chen Li glanced at Wei Chen, with the corners of his mouth slightly curved, and smiled lightly at Wei Chen.

Chen Li stared intently, picked up his brush and began to paint. If he had such timid temperament before painting, when Chen Li fell into the painting, his temperament changed suddenly, changing with his consciousness in the painting.

What he is painting now is the ink painting of Huaguo, the ink painting is ethereal and heavy with artistic conception, so now Chen Li looks like a cultivator who is about to become an immortal, and his whole body seems to be shrouded in a thin layer of mist.

If someone draws a sketch or an oil painting on the road, it will attract people's attention, not to mention the ink painting, and whether it is ink-grinding or painting, the appearance is very high, and people can't take their eyes off it.

Many people stopped for this reason, and stood behind Chen Li to watch Chen Li's ink painting. The ink color was smeared on the rice paper. At first, they only saw a piece of black, but under Chen Li's hands, the black here slowly melted into shape. Come, the distant mountains are facing the sun, the eaves are connected side by side, and the calm water surface is sparkling, after a painting is finished.

As if in the blink of an eye, half an hour passed, and Chen Li also finished the painting under his hand, and was inscribing on the edge of the rice paper. His current calligraphy is not very good-looking, but he can imitate it. Wei Chen leaned over At first glance, isn't this font the same as the cursive script I wrote with a brush?A few nights ago, Chen Li only read it once, and even memorized his handwriting.

Of course, Wei Chen wasn't surprised, his family, Li Li, was very smart, so it didn't bother him.

Chen Li's seal has not been engraved yet, so after adding his name, the painting is considered complete.

When Chen Li began to wash his brushes, there were noises around him. Only then did Chen Li realize that there were already so many people standing beside him. He was very uncomfortable, and moved closer to Wei Chen until Wei Chen's generous and strong palm held him. Chen Li's heart finally settled down when he firmly held her hand.

The applause lasted for a long time before it stopped. In fact, many people don't know how to paint, but when they look at the painting in front of them, the beautiful scenery just now appears in their eyes, which is not very real, hazy, and makes people have infinite reverie .

Chen Li summoned up the courage to look up at the people around him, and then nodded to everyone with a slightly curved mouth, which was regarded as a response.Although she is still a little timid, she is just shy in the eyes of others.

Among the crowd of onlookers, there were naturally Chen Li's classmates. It was the first time they knew that Chen Li could draw ink and wash paintings, and they could draw so well.

It's true that people are more popular than others, and it's hard to compare goods. They looked at the paintings they drew just now, and then looked at the paintings drawn by Chen Li, and they really felt that their paintings were really weak.

But they didn't step forward to disturb Chen Li, and left with the gradually dispersed crowd.

Chen Li didn't plan to paint any more, he started to pack his tools, and the crowd had almost dispersed, but there was a person standing not far away, his eyes fell on the ink painting drawn by Chen Li, and he couldn't leave it for a moment.

The ink blots dried slowly under the gentle breeze of the spring breeze. Wei Chen came over and put away the drawing paper. The person looking at the painting saw that the painting was about to be put away, so he hurriedly said, "Please wait." He speaks Chinese, but the foreign accent is so strong that he doesn't know he's from China.

Wei Chen and Chen Li heard this and looked at this person, Wei Chen raised his eyebrows, but coincidentally, this person is Mr. Fingal Morey, the current chairman of Max.

Even though he had already recognized who it was, Wei Chen didn't intend to go up to say hello, and kept closing the painting in his hands.

Mr. Morey stepped forward and asked piously, "Can this painting be sold? I'm willing to pay any amount." He also spoke Chinese with an accent, but he was a foreigner who had never been to Hua. It is already very good to say that Hua Guowen is like this, and it is no wonder that others call it "Hua Guo Tong".

"Sorry, our paintings are not for sale." Wei Chen said, he didn't give away or sell this painting just because the other party is the chairman of Max.

When Mr. Mo Lei heard the answer, his expectant expression darkened, but he looked at Chen Li and asked, "Do you know Mr. Sun Ruocheng?" This is his favorite Chinese painter, his ink painting It is the most fascinating ink painting he has ever seen, and the young man who painted just now has a bit of Mr. Sun Ruocheng's character in his paintings.

Wei Chen knew Mr. Sun Ruocheng, and he was a little surprised that Li Li's new teacher was Mr. Sun Ruocheng. Mr. Mo Lei must have seen that Li Li's painting style was somewhat similar to Mr. Sun Ruocheng, so he thought that Li Li and Sun Ruocheng The old man is related.

Wei Chen knew that Gui knew, but didn't say anything, leaving everything to Chen Li.

Chen Li shook his head, expressing that he did not know.He really didn't know who Sun Ruocheng was. After all, neither Zhuge Yu nor his new teacher himself mentioned the new teacher's name.Chen Li only knew that his new teacher was very knowledgeable in traditional Chinese painting.

Mr. Morey showed a completely disappointed expression, made a gentlemanly salute to Chen Li, and handed over a business card, "Sorry to bother you, this is my celebrity, if you are willing to sell your paintings next time, Please message me first, it would be my pleasure.

Chen Li glanced at Wei Chen, and after Wei Chen nodded, Chen Li reached out to take the business card, as if getting an electric shock, and pulled it back immediately after touching the business card.

Mr. Morey saw that Chen Li had accepted his business card, and then he left.

Chen Li handed the business card to Wei Chen, but Wei Chen confiscated it, "Li Li keeps it by himself."

Only then did Chen Li put away his business card, and he and Wei Chen packed up and left the bridge.

And here, after Mr. Morey left the bridge, because he didn't buy the painting he wanted, he felt a little disappointed, and lost interest in looking at the scenery, so he simply returned to the hotel.

There are several magazines in the hotel room for the guests to use when they are bored. Mr. Morey took one, but it was a business magazine published a few months ago. His eyes fell on the cover, and he felt that the characters on the cover looked familiar. After thinking about it for a while, he remembered that this person named Wei Chen was the one who helped that young man who was suspected to be Mr. Sun's apprentice grind ink on the bridge just now.

Mr. Morey looked through the magazine with a purpose. When he saw Wei Chen's exclusive interview, Morey couldn't help but be attracted by what Wei Chen said, and deeply agreed with him. He still has a keen sense of grasping the future market and is a very successful young man.

Finally, Morey's eyes fell on Wei Chen's identity - Director of Marketing Department of Changfeng Group.

Morey's fingers tapped on these words a few times. It's not his conspiracy theory. It's all too coincidental, as if they were arranged by someone.