Little Wolf Cub of the Ginger Demon King

This trip to Q City was Jiang Lai's first time going out alone.He just asked Xueman for some money very freely, took two sets of clothes and left.

It only takes three hours for him to go there by train.

The first art exhibition was held at the prestigious Central Art Museum in Q City.Jiang Lai got out of the car and took a taxi to go there. The exhibition has already been completed, and only the preparations for the opening of the next day are left.

Jiang Lai saw Shao Fanghua in a dark green dress and long hair standing in front of his work, and hurried up to say hello.

"Hi Teacher Shao!" Jiang Lai walked up to the artist with a smile and stretched out his right hand.

Shao Fanghua was looking at the dark clouds fascinated, but when someone interrupted him, he showed displeasure. He turned around and saw that it was Jiang Lai, and smiled and reached out to shake him.

Teacher Shao looks more temperamental than in the video, and Jiang Lai can't help comparing her with Xue Man in his heart.She is also a female painter of Western paintings, Shao Fanghua gives people a sense of grandeur and calmness, but Xue Man goes to extreme romanticism and has no brains.

"Hello, Jiang Lai." Shao Fanghua smiled, "I came here so early."

"Well, let's appreciate the works of the seniors first." Jiang Lai wanted to be as modest as possible.

"Then go, I'll show you to take a good look." Shao Fanghua turned around and introduced Jiang Lai one by one.

Jiang Lai listened carefully and watched seriously, occasionally discussing a few words with Shao Fanghua, and the way of talking did not seem to be the opinion of a sophomore in high school.

"How old are you?" Shao Fanghua asked Jiang Lai with a smile after looking at the painting.

Jiang Lai frowned slightly, his date of birth was on the registration form, probably the teacher didn't notice, "Eighteen."

"Not quite." Teacher Shao smiled.

"Is it too childish?" Jiang Lai asked.

Shao Fanghua raised her head slightly, and put the hair hanging on her chest behind her ears, "It's too mature."

Jiang Lai was taken aback, fearing that he was acting too aggressively, he puffed his cheeks like a child, "No way."

"Your paintings and ideas are much more mature than your appearance. When did you start learning to paint?" Shao Fanghua asked.

Jiang Lai couldn't remember, probably Xue Man threw him the protruding pen when he was able to hold the pen.Jiang Lai scribbled with his hands, and as he drew, he became what he is today.

He learned painting mainly by watching. When he was a child, he watched Sherman's paintings. Later, he watched Sherman teach students to draw. Later, he went to art galleries and art galleries to see other people's finished products. After seeing a lot, he knew how to use painting materials. Know how to express the thoughts in your head with lines and colors.

Some people say that he is gifted, others say that he has good genes, but Jiang Lai doesn't care, he thinks it's just because he likes it.

"Looking at your paintings always reminds me of my childhood. I used to learn Chinese painting, and my family hired a famous teacher for me. I followed him to paint landscapes for two years, but I always missed the point. The teacher said Like his daughter, I should try strong colors, and then I started to paint oil paintings, and I have been painting until today." Shao Fanghua recalled his childhood, and unconsciously came to Jiang Lai's painting.

"So, I am very touched by your painting. When I can't draw well, I feel like I'm finished. I like painting very much, but it seems that there is a dark cloud in front of me that I can't break through." Shao Fanghua turned his gaze to Jiang Lai narrowed his eyes slightly, "My teacher is very famous, have you heard of it?"

"I don't know much about the words of the masters of traditional Chinese painting." Jiang Lai confessed.

Shao Fanghua's red lips parted lightly, "Xue Jinzhong."

"Huh?" Jiang Lai laughed, "Then my grandfather, my grandfather is Xue Jinzhong, who is well-known in the painting and calligraphy world."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Then your mother is the pioneer artist Xue Man?" Shao Fanghua asked.

It was not the first time that Jiang Lai heard Xue Man called an artist from others, but it felt completely different when he said it from Shao Fanghua.It is probably because of the distance that produces beauty, and the life intersection of Jiang Lai and Artist Xue is too cumbersome.

"Oh, yes." Jiang Lai nodded and admitted.

Before that, Shao Fanghua's appreciation for Jiang Lai was just the appreciation of Jiang Lai from the seniors to the juniors. Now that he learned that Jiang Lai is the grandson of his mentor Xue Jinzhong and the son of his junior sister Xue Man, it seemed like a precious treasure.

Uncharacteristically, she stepped forward and hugged Jiang Lai tightly, and raised her hand to stroke Jiang Lai's carefully groomed hair, "Has he grown so big? My God, when I saw Xue Man last time, she said that the child just went to school grade."

Jiang Lai was a little dazed by Artist Shao's enthusiasm, a heat wave that hit his face made him feel that the atmosphere was weird, and he was really afraid that Teacher Shao, like Xue Man, also had two faces inside and outside.

"Ahhh," Jiang Lai smiled and didn't know what to say, "It was so sudden, I really didn't expect it. Ah, Mr. Shao, you are so enthusiastic."

"What is it Teacher Shao! It's Auntie, do you understand?" Shao Fanghua looked Jiang Lai up and down over and over again, as if wondering how the child grew up, and the more he looked at him, the more he looked like a mentor and junior sister, the happier he was. "I have been busy with creation since I returned to China, and I seldom take the initiative to chat with my friends. It is my fault, my fault."

Jiang Lai suddenly met an aunt outside. He didn't know how Xue Man was feeling, but he was in a good mood anyway.

That afternoon, Shao Fanghua called Xue Man, and the two talked a lot about the past, and when they had a good chat, they made an appointment to meet each other no matter how busy they were years ago.

In the evening, Shao Fanghua made the decision to return Jiang Lai's booked hotel and let Jiang Lai live in his own home.

The kindness is hard to come by, and the hotel in Q City is really not cheap. If you return it, you can buy some delicious snacks for Xiao Wu, so Jiang Lai agreed.

When he arrived at Shao Fanghua's house, Jiang Lai raised his heart in his throat. It was over. It was the same thought that suddenly popped up in the stadium during the day. Shao Fanghua looked elegant, calm and well-dressed, but his home was more chaotic than a chicken coop.

Shao Fanghua smiled, "The aunt who helped clean up recently went back to her hometown. It's okay to live in the future. I will replace the sheets and quilts for you."

Jiang Lai smiled, he didn't know how he could be so lucky, the skills he learned while living with Xue Man were seamlessly connected with Shao Fanghua.

"It's okay, I'll clean it up for you." The main reason is that Jiang Lai himself has a slight obsession with cleanliness, and he is not used to living in a messy house.

"Ah, you can still clean the house, tsk tsk tsk, Sherman is so happy. My husband is so gentle and considerate, and my son can love others..."

Shao Fanghua followed behind Jiang Lai and Jiang Lai interrupted her with a wave of his hand, "Auntie, my parents are already divorced."

"Ah? When did it happen?" Shao Fanghua was surprised, then fell into deep thought and muttered to himself, "Oh...it's all my fault, and I don't know what I've been busy with all day."

At night, Jiang Lai slept in the guest room, staring at the small piece of light on the roof from the light downstairs, and suddenly understood Xue Man's difficulty.

"Hey!" Jiang Lai sighed, Xue Man knew about his participation in Shao Fanghua's oil painting exhibition, but he never said that they were old friends.Perhaps on the one hand, he was afraid that the fairness of the painting would be lost if he broke the news, and on the other hand, Xueman was not living well. He avoided contacting his former friends as much as possible, and didn't want to be seen as a joke.

Jiang Lai couldn't fall asleep at all, he tossed and turned to pick up the phone, swipe it twice and put it down again.Suddenly the phone screen lit up, someone sent a voice connection, Jiang Lai went to pick up the other party and hung up again.

Jiang Lai turned around and turned on his phone on his stomach, only then did he see clearly that it was Bei Xiaowu.

Jiang Lai's first reaction was that something must be wrong with this child.He hurriedly dialed Bei Xiaowu back, originally he only wanted to press the voice, but he swiped and dialed the video directly.

The screen quickly lit up, and the other side picked up.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Lai hid in the darkness, only his two eyes were dimly lit by the screen.

In the video, Bei Xiaowu sits blankly at the desk, his eyelids drooping and he looks a bit sleepy.

"No, my hand slipped." Bei Xiaowu coughed lightly, concealing it too clearly.

"You slipped your hand to me?" Jiang Lai smiled, but unconsciously stretched out his index finger to poke the boy's cheek on the screen.

Maybe the video has a filter effect, or the way of seeing people through a screen is different.In short, I saw it when I went out tomorrow morning, but now I feel like a dream.

He is still that child, but his tone, posture and temperament are no longer him.

"Hey," Bei Xiaowu forced a smile, hesitant to speak, "It's really nothing."

The boy's slightly|protruded|protruded Adam's apple moved, and the raised lips were a bit intriguing.

"That's fine." Jiang Lai turned over, the video flickered, and he could vaguely see the outline of his face through the light coming in from the window.

Bei Xiaowu lowered his head, his voice was very soft, "Go to bed early, I wish you a smooth tomorrow."

Jiang Lai responded with a smile, always feeling that the little kid wanted to say something, so it was this, don't worry.

"Good night."

My originally tense and anxious mood was miraculously soothed instantly, and I fell asleep at some point.

The next morning, Jiang Lai was awakened by the aroma of preserved egg and lean meat porridge.

The apartment Shao Fanghua lives in is a double-floor re-examination, with several bedrooms covering an area of ​​more than 100 square meters, and a very spacious open kitchen leading to the living room.

Jiang Lai walked downstairs smelling the aroma of porridge, and after a simple wash, he was about to express his praise, expressing the joy that Shao Fanghua was flattered when he not only provided accommodation but also cooked breakfast himself.

But when he saw the golden arches on the kraft paper bag, Jiang Lai immediately froze.

Better than Xue Man, at least Shao Fanghua will not use dark cooking to harm people.

"Get up," Sherman was already wearing an apron and painting in the converted studio on the balcony, "when you get up, eat quickly, and we'll go out together later."

"Okay." Jiang Lai nodded, eating a hamburger and drinking porridge, while watching Shao Fanghua who was concentrating on painting in the morning light.

The opening ceremony of the first exhibition of the exhibition will be at [-]:[-] in the morning, and all participating artists will be present at that time to open the exhibition together with Shao Fanghua and the curator.

As the youngest painter, Jiang Lai was always taken by Shao Fanghua's side. No one knew that he called Shao Fanghua "Auntie" in private.

This art exhibition is Shao Fanghua's first public appearance after many years of dormancy, and many media came to remember it.After the opening ceremony, there was a short interview, all aimed at Shao Fanghua, not the newcomers.

When the interview ended at noon, Shao Fanghua's old friends came forward to express their congratulations, and Jiang Lai was a little bored, so he looked at the paintings in the venue.

"Xiao Lai," after an unknown amount of time, Shao Fanghua finally escaped, found Jiang Lai and looked at him with a smile, "Let's go, at noon, there is an art dealer meeting for dinner, and I will bring you with me."

"Should I not go?" Jiang Lai instinctively felt that it was not the occasion for him to appear.

Shao Fanghua persistently invited, "Auntie didn't know these things before. Now that she knows, she can't just sit by and watch. You must go for today's meal."

Jiang Lai didn't know what Shao Fanghua's meeting with the art dealer had to do with him, but seeing how stubborn she was, he had nothing to do anyway, so he studied at that time and agreed.

Shao Fanghua drove the car himself and took Jiang Lai to the agreed restaurant, which built a unique antique courtyard in the suburbs.

Jiang Lai and Shao Fanghua entered the small courtyard together. It was not lively in winter, and there was a slight smell of building materials.

"Is this newly built?" Jiang Lai asked casually.

Shao Fanghua smiled, "Let's go, they are already waiting inside."

The waiter stepped forward and took the two of them to the agreed box, and when he opened the door, Jiang Lai froze for a long time and couldn't believe his eyes.

Opposite the round table in the center of the hall, sat a man and a woman. The man was wearing an elegant and decent gray-blue woolen long coat, and the woman was young and leaned on the back of the chair with a high belly—she was pregnant.

Lai? !

The moment the door was pushed open, the man was also taken aback, he was at a loss when he saw his son with the great painter.

The author has something to say: This chapter supplements the content of a two-person video.