After the divorce I farmed in the countryside

Today is the painting exhibition of Zhang Qianyi, a master of traditional Chinese painting. As a closed disciple, Su Ling naturally couldn't be absent.

Early in the morning, he drove an off-road vehicle with rice and rain tea in the trunk, and drove to the JSK Convention and Exhibition Center.

The art exhibition opened at nine o'clock in the morning, and he set off two hours earlier. As soon as he drove into the parking lot of the exhibition center, his cell phone rang.

"Hello, little brother?" He turned off the car while answering the phone.

"Where have you been?" the little brother asked.

"Just arrived at the parking lot of the exhibition center, how about you, brother? Are you here?" Su Ling unbuckled his seat belt and opened the driver's door.

"Look to the left, I'm five meters away from you." The little brother said with a smile.

Su Ling turned his head when he heard this, and saw a handsome man in stylish clothes waving at him.It was his little senior brother Zhang Qingyun, 39 years old, known as the Little Miaoshou, who was good at drawing pictures of ladies.

Putting away the phone, Su Ling stepped forward and hugged him.

"Little brother, you've been having fun recently, you've become an internet celebrity." Zhang Qingyun teased.

"I also did it unintentionally, so I didn't know it would become popular out of nowhere." Su Ling said, "You came just in time, help me move things together."

"What?" Zhang Qingyun was puzzled.

Su Ling opened the trunk of his car, and patted the stacked rice and tea leaves. "These are gifts for the teacher and a few brothers."

Zhang Qingyun looked at the rice, then at Su Ling. After a while, he reached out and rubbed Su Ling's head. "Amazing, little junior brother! I've only been in the countryside for a few months, and now I know how to give away souvenirs? Haha, I'll ask a few people to move here together."

Su Ling nimbly dodged his claws to prevent her hair, which she had been grooming for more than half an hour, from being messed up.

As soon as Zhang Qingyun made a phone call, four or five staff members were called, and within 10 minutes, the rice and tea were moved into an office in the exhibition hall and piled up in the corner.

"what are these?"

"Who brought it?"

"Yuwu tea? Oh, it's all premium! There are so many boxes, it costs a lot of money, right?"

"What about the rice?"

The staff left after moving the things, leaving a few well-dressed middle-aged men discussing in confusion around the rice and tea.

Su Ling and Zhang Qingyun stood in front of the gallery, feeling the scent of ink in the air, admiring all kinds of Chinese paintings on the wall, including ink painting, heavy color painting, fine brushwork painting and freehand painting, covering a wide range of subjects, such as figures, landscapes, flowers and birds , has everything that one expects to find, and each painting is lifelike and superb.

These paintings are the works of Zhang Qianyi, each of which is very valuable. In order to prevent someone from stealing, a layer of isolation glass is installed outside the display wall. Visitors who appreciate the paintings can only look at them and cannot touch them.

The two came to a display wall, Zhang Qingyun used her fingerprints to operate on the table next to her a few times, the partition glass wall slowly retracted to the ground, Su Ling carefully hung the two paintings she brought on the wall position.

Taking a step back, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Finally there are works that can be sold."

After going to Shixi Village, he was overwhelmed with inspiration and drew five or six paintings, among which the most satisfying ones were the pictures of spring plowing and koi playing with lotus.This time the teacher held an art exhibition, he brought these two pictures and hung them among the paintings of all the brothers, they are not inferior.

Zhang Qingyun put back the glass wall and stood beside Su Ling with her hands behind her back, carefully admiring his paintings.

The younger brother is indeed the most talented among their brothers. He has already made his mark at a young age. The picture of spring plowing shows his skills, and the picture of koi playing with lotus is even more aura. The fat carp in the picture is aggressive but cute. Look at it It makes people smile.

At his age, I am still a novice, and I can only practice massage!

After hanging the paintings, the two went to the office together. As soon as they entered the door, they were warmly greeted by the brothers.

"The junior brother is here!"

"Where is little junior retreating recently? Qingyun forwarded your painting to me, I saw it, and the brocade fish is drawn so vividly, it's amazing!"

"Did you bring these rice and tea leaves?"

"Recently, my granddaughter fell in love with an anchor. I heard the voice sound familiar, so I leaned over to take a look. Oh, good guy, it turned out to be my younger brother!"

"Isn't it? My daughter bought a large box of cucumbers and tomatoes online some time ago. These are the agricultural products that the junior brother live broadcasted."

"Young people have good energy, and they are willing to go to the countryside to do charity. It's good, it's good."

All the senior brothers praised without hesitation, but Su Ling looked calm. Anyone who has been praised for five or six years is used to it.

When they boasted enough, he smiled and said, "These rice and tea leaves are a little of my heart, I hope the seniors don't hold them back."

"How can you dislike it? It's too late to be happy." The fourth senior brother said with emotion, "Xiao Ling is so capable, he can even plant fields. Thinking about my son who is idle all day long, I wish I could drive him out with a broom and die on his own. .”

"Your son is an e-sports player, so how can you be idle? My son doesn't look for any job, and hangs around with people all day, so he is really idle." Fifth senior brother shook his head and sighed.

Seeing that all the seniors were going to start the normal conversation mode, Su Ling changed the subject in a timely manner: "Where's the teacher? Haven't you come yet?"

"The teacher is receiving guests." The second senior brother pointed to the wall, "Master Bai from country M came to the exhibition, and the teacher is entertaining him in the living room next door."

Master Bai?It's still from country M, could it be——

Su Ling hurriedly asked, "Is it Master Bai Jincheng?"

Zhang Qingyun asked in surprise, "Junior brother knows him?"

Su Ling nodded: "Yes, yes, he and my second grandfather are old friends."

He briefly mentioned the story of Bai Jincheng and the second grandfather, and the others were disappointed when they heard it.

"It's such a fate!" The senior brother stroked his beard and suggested, "Xiao Ling, why don't you go to the next door and have a look."

"Okay." Su Ling replied.

At this time, in the living room next door, a hale and hearty white-haired old man sat on a rattan chair and had a good conversation with the old man in Tang suit next to him. When they talked about interesting topics, they smiled cheerfully, even though their face was covered with wrinkles. , eyes still piercing.

Wen Xi sat obediently on the other side, holding the teacup in both hands, quietly watching Grandpa chatting with Master Zhang Qianyi.

Bai Jincheng said: "At the auction in country R the year before last, I took a picture of the master's galloping horse, and now it is kept in my home in country M."

Zhang Qianyi smiled and said: "The picture of galloping horses is my early work. If it wasn't for bad luck, I would not be willing to sell it. Later, I always wanted to buy it back, but there was no news in the domestic market. Unexpectedly, I went abroad and was collected by Mr. Bai." , it's really fate!"

Bai Jincheng pondered and said: "If Master Zhang wants to take back the picture of the horse, I can have someone send it back to the country and return it to the original owner."

Zhang Qianyi waved his hands again and again: "No, no! Since Mr. Bai is already its owner, why should I want it back?"

Seeing that his attitude was firm, Bai Jincheng didn't mention it any more.Master Zhang's paintings are very valuable for collection. This picture of a galloping horse is majestic, sharp and full of youthful vigor.

This is why a painter only paints a painting once in a lifetime.

Wenxi finished her tea and put down her cup.Hearing what grandpa said just now, he was so nervous that he almost crushed the cup.

Grandpa spent [-] million yuan to bid for the picture of a galloping horse at the auction house. How could he give it back to others for nothing?Even though Master Zhang Qianyi is the original author, the works entering the market are given monetary value, and are no longer an ordinary painting, but a mature commodity.

"Knock Knock-"

Su Ling knocked on the door, and upon hearing the response from inside, she politely opened the door and entered.

"Teacher." He called respectfully.

Seeing him, Zhang Qianyi was overjoyed, and waved to him cheerfully: "Xiao Ling is here? Meet Mr. Bai soon."

Su Ling walked over and saluted Bai Jincheng politely. "Grandpa Bai, we meet again."

Bai Jincheng looked at him unexpectedly. "You are Master Zhang's disciple?"

Su Ling said: "I am the teacher's closed disciple, and I have been apprenticed to the teacher for seven years."

Zhang Qianyi asked suspiciously: "Do you know each other?"

"We met last month." Su Ling explained, "Grandpa Bai and my second grandpa are old friends."

"That's right." Bai Jincheng had a sad expression on his face, "This time I went back to China to visit relatives, mainly to meet Xiaosu's grandfather, but unfortunately I came a step late and missed it, alas—"

When I first saw Su Ling's wild grass hanging on the study room, I knew that this kid was very talented, but I didn't expect him to be Master Zhang's closed disciple, it was really unexpected.

However, only Master Zhang's disciples can write such chic cursive.

Zhang Qianyi patted him on the shoulder reassuringly. "Congratulations."

Bai Jincheng took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes. "I made you laugh."

Zhang Qianyi said open-mindedly: "At our age, we can live a more comfortable life by being more open about many things."

Bai Jincheng nodded, looked at the polite Su Ling, and happily said to Zhang Qianyi: "It's a pity that Xiao Su has already worshiped you as a teacher, otherwise I really want to pass on his mantle."

Su Ling said humbly: "Thank you, Grandpa Bai, for your kindness. I still have a lot of shortcomings."

If Grandpa Bai continued to speak, his back was about to be seen through by someone.

Ever since he entered the living room, Wen Xi couldn't hide the jealousy in her eyes, especially when she learned that Su Ling was the closed disciple of Zhang Qianyi, the top Chinese painting master in country Z, she was on fire with jealousy.

Why is someone so lucky that he takes all the benefits?

Every time I meet Su Ling, I have to refresh my understanding of him, each time I am more surprised, and it arouses the desire to destroy hidden deep in his heart.

Since childhood, Wenxi was praised as the proud son of heaven, and he grew up amidst countless praises, which resulted in his arrogant and conceited character. unreasonable things.

In country M, he was a genius among the stars, but when he came to country Z, he was overwhelmed by Su Ling everywhere, and he could hardly bear it anymore.

He lowered his eyelids and clenched his fists.

Being rejected by Su Ling again, Bai Jincheng regretfully said: "Your grandfather and I are brothers and sisters. If you don't want to inherit my property, then Xiao Su can't refuse my collection."

Wen Xi raised her head abruptly, her eyes widening in disbelief.Grandpa's collection is innumerable, all of which are exquisite and priceless, some of which are rare and rare, but are they supposed to be given away to people who have nothing to do with them?

Su Ling said in surprise, "This...it's not right!"

Zhang Qianyi stroked his beard slowly, his half-closed eyes were shining brightly.This Mr. Bai and his apprentice's grandfather are just old friends?

Bai Jincheng showed a sad look on his face, and whispered: "Could it be... I don't even have a chance to make up for it?"

He and Su Lan missed their whole life, and they have nothing to miss. Now that they see Su Ling, they love Wu Jiwu, and wish to give him the best thing in the world. In the future, they will go underground to meet Su Lan, and there will be a confession.

Now that Su Ling rejected him again and again, he couldn't help feeling sad and his eyes moistened.

During this period of time, lying on the bed where Su Lan used to sleep, every night thinking back to the happiness of his youth, he regretted endlessly.If he hadn't gone to country M with his father, would his and Su Lan's endings have been different?

Su Ling cast a look of asking for help at the teacher, Zhang Qianyi was determined and didn't interfere, but glanced at Wen Xi as if nothing.

Wen Xi was immersed in her own thoughts, how could she feel her grandfather's emotions?

Seeing that the teacher didn't help him, Su Ling had no choice but to retreat and comfort Bai Jincheng gently: "I appreciate Grandpa Bai's kindness. Second Grandpa Ruoquan knows, and I definitely don't want to see Grandpa Bai hurting his heart for him."

Bai Jincheng didn't force it, but he made up his mind.

"Knock Knock Knock-"

Zhang Qingyun knocked on the door, pushed in and said, "Teacher, the art exhibition is about to start, and many masters have come outside and want to see you."

Zhang Qianyi got up and said, "Mr. Bai, come with me. I'll introduce some friends to you."

A group of people left the living room, Su Ling and Wen Xi walked side by side, quietly following behind.

Wen Xi walked in silence, gradually slowing down. Su Ling knew that he had something to say to him, and cooperated with his footsteps, creating a long distance from the people in front.

"You..." Wen Xi stared at Su Ling gloomyly.

"What?" Su Ling raised her eyebrows indifferently.

Wen Xi said sharply: "Don't want to inherit any property from my grandfather!"

Su Ling was stunned for a moment, then grinned and said, "Really? You care about it?"

Wen Xi approached him and lowered his voice: "Do you know how much my grandpa is worth?"

Su Ling moved to the side, avoiding his provocative gaze, shrugged and said, "Not interested."

No matter how high the social status is, is it as high as his husband?

Wen Xi pursed her lips and threatened in a cold voice: "Anyway, you'd better stay away from my grandpa! Don't even think about things that don't belong to you."

Su Ling smiled, "It doesn't seem to belong to you, does it?"

Grandpa Bai is still alive, but someone is planning to inherit his inheritance. They don't want him to be healthy and live a long life, so he doesn't want this kind of grandson.

Originally, Su Ling didn't quite understand why Wen Xi was always targeting him. Today, after hearing his tone and mentioning Grandpa Bai's property, he finally understood.

Dare to love everything for money!

It's really a pot from the sky, and the reason is hard to explain.

He and Grandpa Bai are not related, so how could he really inherit his future inheritance?Grandpa Bai just felt guilty towards Second Grandpa, so he thought of a way to make up for the regret, in exchange for peace of mind.

At [-] o'clock in the morning, the art exhibition officially started. The exhibition center was crowded with tourists. Zhang Qianyi was surrounded by his disciples and brought many friends to appreciate the paintings. He was full of pride when he came to the wall where his disciples' works were displayed.

The eight apprentices are all talented, and they tend to be better than blue, and everyone is full of praise.

"Hey, this picture of koi playing with lotus is so vivid!"

someone exclaimed.

"Which disciple of Master Zhang painted it?"

Zhang Qianyi pulled Su Ling to stand beside him, and introduced with a smile: "It is the work of my closed disciple, Su Ling."

With everyone's attention, Su Ling was calm and unhurried, showing the demeanor of a master's disciple.

"It's really terrifying!"

"As expected of Master Zhang's closed disciple, he has such superb painting skills at such a young age. Congratulations!"

"Master Zhang has a unique eye, and all the disciples he accepts are outstanding!"

"Why am I not so lucky? It's so enviable!"

"I think it's jealousy? Hahahaha——"

Standing outside the crowd, Wenxi looked at the ink paintings on the wall and listened to the words of praise around him. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails were about to dig into his palms. When his eyes fell on his grandpa, he saw that he was excited. Unable to hide his expression, his heart sank little by little, and he fell into the abyss.

After the exhibition ended, the tourists left one after another. Su Ling's two paintings were highly affirmed by the industry, which invisibly improved his status in the world of traditional Chinese painting. In the future, if any of his works enter the auction house, the price will double.

In the midnight bar, Wenxi sat in front of the bar, ordered five glasses of beer in a row, listened to loud music, and drank one after another.

Li Ting came out of the dance floor profusely in sweat, and sat down next to Wen Xi. Seeing the three empty cups above the Batai, he frowned and asked, "What's the matter, what's on your mind?"

Wenxi stopped drinking half of the beer, hiccupped, shook his head, and said bitterly: "It's not that Su Ling!"

Li Ting hugged his shoulders, approached him and said, "What's wrong with Su Ling?"

Thinking of the shock and aggrievedness he received when he went to the art exhibition with his grandfather today, Wen Xi gritted his teeth and said, "If someone is better than you in every way, what would you do?"

Li Ting said nonchalantly, "This... just avoid it, why do you have to be as knowledgeable as others?"

There are too many people who are stronger than me, if we all care about each other, won't we be exhausted?

However, Wenxi was not satisfied with his answer, poured the remaining beer in the glass into his stomach, wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "I'm not reconciled!"

Li Ting patted the back of his head to solve his brother's problems. "how do you want to do it?"

Su Ling, although he has broken ties with the Su family, but he has the Lin Group behind him, and ordinary people really dare not touch him.

Wen Xi turned her head, pressed her lips against Li Ting, and exhaled, "Brother Ting...I feel sad."

Li Ting's ears warmed up, his mind was distracted, and he blurted out: "As long as brother can do it, I will definitely help you!"

Under the dim light, Wen Xi showed a sweet smile. "Thank you, Brother Ting."

Li Ting's fingers began to move dishonestly, and slowly moved down. Wen Xi frowned in disgust, but did not push him away.There is always a price to pay for asking for help, isn't it?

If he could make Su Ling disappear, he wouldn't mind taking a small loss.

Shen Wei came out from the dance floor, saw Li Ting and Wen Xi whispering together, licked his lower lip, walked over, sat on the other side of Wen Xi, wrapped his arms around his slender waist naturally, and asked curiously : "What are you talking about? You look very happy, please share with me?"

Wen Xi drank five large glasses of beer, alcoholism, a little confused, Shen Wei was so close, he leaned over and smiled charmingly: "You also want to participate?"

"Participate in what?" Shen Wei tightened his arms, and Wenxi was almost stuck in his arms.

Seeing this, Li Ting rushed over and grabbed Shen Wei by the collar. "Brother, are you not doing well?"

Shen Wei said: "What's wrong? Since we are brothers, of course we share our difficulties and share our blessings."

Li Ting blinked, and after a while, he let go of Shen Wei's collar and fell silent.

Wen Xi was drowsy and didn't know what he was about to face.

The author has something to say: PS: Well, Wenxi is going offline soon~ Don't worry!

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