After Marrying the Villain, I Became Popular

Huo Yu's movements were a bit slow, but he still stood up straight and walked over.

He lowered his head and pulled up the straps on both sides of the apron. He was also very careful when tying it, not even touching Xia Wan's clothes.

But Xia Wan's waist was still tucked in the middle visible to the naked eye. It was very thin, and her excellent body proportions were also pulled out by two thin belts.

Huo Yu was silent for a moment, restraining the urge to hug him from behind, and slowly took a step back: "Okay."

Xia Wan reached out and pulled the apron on her body, it was a little loose, but it didn't affect the use.

"I'm going upstairs to change clothes." Huo Yu said, without waiting for his reaction, he walked out of the kitchen.

"Oh." Xia Wan stared at his back for a moment before realizing it, and responded softly.

Huo Yu went upstairs to take a quick shower, changed his clothes, and washed his hands carefully to wash off the smell from the bar before going downstairs again.

It took only about ten minutes before and after, and when I got down again, there was already a hot meal on the table.

Xia Wan was still wearing that apron, and was carefully walking out with the soup bowl.

Huo Yu's footsteps did not stop, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved into a beautiful arc.

That time, in the restaurant outside the hospital, he thought that his family must be very happy to be Xia Wan.

And now, he is feeling those long-lost happiness about "home".

They are gradually eroding his heart bit by bit through these unremarkable human fireworks.

"By the way." Seeing Huo Yu coming down, Xia Bian bent down and carefully put the bowl on the dining table and said, "I'm going to report to you that tomorrow I will go to the art exhibition with my roommates, so I won't bring lunch. "

After the conflict with Qiu Qi last time, Huo Yu began to seriously ask Xia Wan to bring lunch to school.

"Art exhibition?" Huo Yu glanced at him.

"Yeah." Xia Wan nodded, a little excited and looking forward to it, "I heard that there are many works of well-known painters participating in the exhibition, let's go there and learn together."

Huo Yu stirred the soup in the bowl with a spoon: "Is Shen Xing going too?"

"Go," Xia Wan said, "he drove us with him."

With Shen Xingzai, Huo Yu felt more at ease.

He bowed his head to eat, and said with grace: "Go."

"Thank you, young master." Xia Wan held her chin happily, watching Huo Yu eat slowly.

Huo Yu seemed to be like this in everything he did, never impatient.

Xia Wan was concentrating on watching, when Huo Yu suddenly raised his eyes and met his eyes.

The two looked at each other quietly for a moment, then Huo Yu lowered his eyes and continued to drink the soup: "Take off the apron and go to bed."

"Oh." Xia Wan replied reluctantly, got up and took off her apron.

Huo Yu never looked up at him until he reached the second floor.

Xia Wan took a shower, then sat on the bed and opened the chat software.

He wanted to chat with people, but he couldn't tell anyone the truth.

Just as he was in a daze, the phone suddenly vibrated in his palm, and new news entered the dormitory group.

[Xiao Tian Tangguo: I won't be leaving with everyone tomorrow. Grandpa Xue is also going to see the exhibition, so I'll go by his old man's car. 】

【Xiao Tianling: Got it, Shen Xing seems to be taking a bath, I'll tell him later. 】

[Big bowl of sweet tea: Grandpa Xue is also interested in the art exhibition? 】

[Little Sweet Tangguo: Well, fancier. 】

Looking at these three words, Xia Wan felt that she was out of tune with Xue Zhen, so she couldn't help laughing.

Xue Zhen really loves to collect calligraphy and painting antiques, but he has little interest in modern art.

The reason why I want to go with Su Tang this time is just because I heard that Xia Wan also has works in the exhibition.

Xue Zhen is usually very loving and tolerant towards Xue Wenxuan, but when it comes to treating his little grandson, he is a little softer.

When Xia Wan and Shen Xing Fu Ling arrived at the exhibition hall, Su Tang was standing in front of the two pictures of Xia Wan with the old man.

Compared with most people who were attracted by "Spring Mountain", Xue Zhen looked at the "Jackdaw" and fell into deep thought.

If every stroke, every painting, and even every touch of color in "Spring Mountain" is full of warmth, beauty and hope, then "Jackdaw" is extremely cold and desperate.

In the dark cloudy sky, the lonely figure of the old tree is outlined by two or two strokes of ink, and an old crow with half-feathered feathers half spread its wings that have long been unable to fly, and its eyes are heavy looking at the endless barren wilderness.

This painting is simple but sophisticated, but with just a few strokes, it outlines the loneliness and despair of the old crow, who is dying and can no longer spread his wings to fly. He can only quietly look at the wilderness, waiting for the end of his life.

Xue Zhen was silent, unconsciously thinking of Xia Wan's experience, and Xia Chengzhang's illness.

"Grandpa Xue." Xia Wan's voice suddenly came from behind.

Xue Zhen turned around, facing Shang Xia Wan's smiling eyes.

The emotion that fashion could hold back just now when he was looking at the painting was caught off guard by a simple and pure smile, and Xue Zhen felt a dull pain in his heart.

He didn't speak for a while, but he looked more serious, and Fu Ling, who had always thought that there was no barrier between getting along with the old man, stopped in his tracks.

"Grandpa just saw your painting." Su Tang explained to him in a low voice.

This painting was completed in the dormitory in the summer evening, and they have all seen it.

At that time, I only thought it was too old-fashioned and too bleak, but now that it is officially hung here, Su Tang realized that this painting is really amazing. After looking at it for a long time, I feel sad for no reason. It seems that there are many stories hidden in the eyes of that old crow. People are reluctant to look away.

"Oh." Xia Wan suddenly realized.

This painting was specially selected from the works of his previous life in order to catch up with the schedule, but the painting style is more mature than before.

When he painted this picture, he was only fourteen or fifteen years old.

It was the time when the illness recurred and the most hopeless.

"Why are you so thoughtful at such a young age?" Xue Zhen asked.

"It's just for creation." Xia Wan pursed her lips and smiled, "I'm not very happy in my life. Look, there's another one."

As he spoke, he pointed to the painting "Spring Mountain".

Xue Zhen looked up at the two paintings again for a moment, not counting down the names, and quietly wrote down the codes.

"This painting makes me feel quite old." He pointed to "Jackdaw" and sighed, "I think that when I was your age and I was the happiest, how could there be such sentiments? .”

Su Tang squinted, deliberately teasing the old man: "Grandpa Xue was with Grandma Xue at that time?"

Usually, if he asked these words, Xue Zhen would lower his face pretending to be serious, but today he smiled uncharacteristically: "I saw her for the first time when I was 20 years old."

"Are grandpa and grandma also married?" Xia Wan asked.

"What kind of marriage?" Xue Zhen laughed, "At that time, there was no Xue family, but the conditions of Maoying's family were very good."

He was silent for a moment, and sighed involuntarily: "If there is no Maoying, maybe there would be no Xue family today."

Xia Wan was troubled by relationship problems, she couldn't help asking: "Why?"

"Because I wanted to be better for her, I worked so hard later." Xue Zhen recalled.

"It's so romantic," Xia Wan couldn't help yearning, "That must be the grandma that grandpa is after."

Xue Zhen nodded: "Of course, some people may never meet someone they like in their entire life, so if you are lucky enough to meet someone, you must take good care of it."

"But how do I know if I'll like the next one more?" Fu Ling was a little puzzled, "How should I be sure?"

"If you really meet, you will know." Xue Zhen was amused by his puzzled expression, and said: "If you want to be happy, you have to take the initiative and be bold."

Hearing this, Xia Wan fell into deep thought.

He was thinking, Xue Zhen said again: "But we must proceed step by step, otherwise it will be easy to self-defeating."

At night, Xia Wan lay on the bed, thinking about the current situation of him and Huo Yu.

He felt that he was already very active, but when he thought about it carefully, he didn't seem to be very active.

He turned over and unconsciously asked his roommates: "Tell me, Grandpa Xue is bold and proactive today, how should he operate?"

The dormitory was quiet for a while, but Su Tang spoke first, with doubts in his tone: "Boldness and initiative, shouldn't it be our other half's business? Why do we think so much?"

Shen Xing heard the words, and suddenly said: "Then I take your words as a hint."

He took out his mobile phone, as if he wanted to send a message to Shen Yan.

"Your brother is too bold and too proactive." Su Tang said coolly, "If you let him be bold and proactive, he won't be a problem of overturning the car. Maybe he will overturn your Shen family."

Shen Xing didn't speak, and silently put the phone back.

"Hey, I'm talking about Shen Er," Su Tang continued, "You are much more stable than your brother. Why don't you fight for your pride and win over the family property? Are you not afraid that your Shen family will be finished sooner or later in your brother's hands?"

"Stop, stop!" Fu Ling said, "Tangtang is too much, he is a real brother."

After he finished speaking, he turned over, lay on the bed and asked Xia Wan: "Right, Wanwan?"

Xia Wan didn't say a word, his mobile phone screen was on, and he was lying on the bed with his brows slightly frowning, looking at his mobile phone.

The word "bold" was displayed on the screen of the phone. With the movement of Xia Wan's fingertips, the entries slid out one by one. After reading it, Xia Wan pulled the thin quilt and covered her head in agitation.

Three days later, the art exhibition ended, and the corridor bridge fell into unprecedented busyness.

The several paintings exhibited were all top choices, which attracted the attention of many buyers. In the later stage of the bridge, they cleverly used publicity and bidding methods to mention the style of the works again and again, and more and more buyers came to hear the news. More and more, the price is pushed higher and higher.

Xia Wan's "Jackdaw" and "Spring Mountain" were the first to be shot.

"Spring Mountain" has more interested buyers, while "Jackdaw" is relatively small, and there are slightly fewer inquiries about prices, and they are basically regular customers.

In view of the sophistication of the painters and the future investment value, their bids were not low.

But because one of the mysterious buyers kept raising the price, the final prices of the two paintings were unexpectedly high.

The buyer finally accepted "Jackdaw" at a price of 500 million, and driven by "Jackdaw", "Spring Mountain" was finally acquired by other buyers at a price of 120 million.

As a novice painter who debuted in front of the public for the first time, Xia Wan's achievements are not surprising.

It has far exceeded the expected psychological price of the covered bridge.

Especially "The Jackdaw".

No matter how good Xia Wan's painting skills are, she is an unknown newcomer after all. According to Langqiao's past experience, this painting can only fetch about [-] to [-] yuan at most.

As a result, the final price exceeded dozens of times.

Although the psychological price of "Spring Mountain" is slightly higher, it is only around 20 yuan, and it was finally sold at a price that exceeded six times.

This incident made the name "w" quickly become popular in the circle.

After the two paintings were sold, people kept coming to inquire about the artist's new works.

This made Li Yue have to doubt the operation methods he was always proud of.

At the same time, Xia Wan was also shocked.

Langqiao has indeed launched many popular painters in the past few years. Although some painters' works have been fired at high prices, there has never been one that can sell for 500 million.

Even Shi Xinda's well-known paintings usually sell for more than 100 million yuan per painting.

Not to mention anything else, but his mother has long been famous internationally, but not every painting can be sold for 500 million.

Xia Wan was very puzzled. He also thought of Xue Zhen, but then he dismissed the idea.

The Xue family is rich, but no matter how much Grandpa Xue likes that painting, he shouldn't waste it like this.

Xia Wan was both excited and a little apprehensive, and he couldn't help thinking of all the things he had been through since he wore it. Except for the initial trouble, everything seemed to go smoothly for him to an amazing degree.

It was like fate's guest compensation for him.

Because the previous life was too miserable, fate gave him many precious things this time: Huo Yu, a roommate who is very easy to get along with, the friendship of the Xue family, a smooth career...

Xia Wan quietly twirled her fingertips, her heart filled with gratitude.

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