think mighty

"I also think it's a bit strange." He Yuxiu looked at Chen Andong and said.

Xu Shaoqing looked at the watch on his wrist, then glanced around, and frowned.

Jin Changying in the front talked eloquently, talking about the country for a while, and the nation for a while, and everyone talked enthusiastically. He could almost imagine what the newspaper headlines would be tomorrow.

More people raised their hands to ask questions. Seeing that a good opening speech at the fundraising meeting was about to turn into Jin Changying's political presentation, Chen Andong hurried to maintain order.

"Okay, time is limited, so we won't ask any more questions."

He compressed the words, briefly introduced the calligraphers and painters who participated in the fund-raising meeting, and then announced: "Today's fund-raising meeting officially begins!"

At the end, he added: "By the way, Mr. He Yuxiu will be creating on-site in the southeast corner of the exhibition hall in a while. Those who are interested can go and have a look."

After he finished speaking, the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, and everyone gathered in twos and threes in front of a painting, either to look closely, or to watch quietly from a distance, Chen Andong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Xie Zhiwen poked He Yuxiu and asked, "Didn't you tell me that probably no one will come to this fundraiser? Does that mean that no one will come?"

He Yuxiu was momentarily at a loss for words.

Xie Zhiwen laughed and sighed: "It seems that everyone still has a kind heart in front of this kind of thing."

Xu Shaoqing was crossing his arms and looking in one direction. Hearing the sound, he couldn't help saying: "Some people have kind hearts, but some people have ulterior motives."

Have ulterior motives?

Xie Zhiwen didn't understand why he said that. He followed his gaze and saw Jin Changying and several dignitaries gathered around, talking and laughing.

Could it be that there is something weird in it?

At this moment, Chen Andong came over and called He Yuxiu to paint.

He prepared a table for He Yuxiu in the southeast corner, and soon after He Yuxiu sat down, a circle of people surrounded him.

The closest to him was a man with a cropped head. He Yuxiu didn't know him, but he was standing in a position that blocked the light. He Yuxiu looked up at the man and asked, "Sir, can you take a few steps back? I want to borrow some money." Light."

Huang Banchu sized up He Yuxiu, then smiled, "Of course it's possible."

He took a few steps back and hid in the corner, holding the civilized stick in his hand, looked him over carefully, and finally his eyes fell on his pair of delicate hands.

He Yuxiu started to paint.

There were footsteps and whispers in the exhibition hall, and the eyes of the onlookers fell on him and entangled with his pen, as if turning him into a painting to be watched.

He became cautious.

The wrist exerted a faint force, and the pen and ink mixed together and fell on the paper, stirring up the chaos.

At first, he was a center striker, calm and thorough, neither fast nor slow, straight in the center, hidden front, and then slightly deflected, slanted and slanted, between the strokes and dots, an old stem gradually revealed its appearance.

The camera clicked, recording this moment.

Jin Changying said a few words with a group of dignitaries, and also walked over to see He Yuxiu's painting.

"This is Mr. He Yuxiu He?"

Hearing Jin Changying's voice beside him, Huang Banchu nodded, looked at He Yuxiu's painting, and said, "It's rare to see this great painter He painting live. I sent someone to ask for a painting earlier, but Mr. He didn't even know the door. let in."

"Oh?" Jin Changying laughed, "Do you not give Mr. Huang face?"

Huang Banchu waved his hand, "I don't have any face. He is a first-class painter, so it's understandable for him to put on a bigger air."

Jin Changying glanced at him, "I've heard that Mr. Huang likes to collect some antiques, but I didn't expect to have a lot of research on this painting and calligraphy."

"To be honest, life was hard in the early years and I couldn't eat well. I did everything, and I was an apprentice in that painting shop." Huang Banchu said lightly.

These words are very frank.

Jin Changying couldn't help but look at him more.

"Mr. He, is this painting you painted sold like other works at the fundraising event?" Someone asked.

At this moment, Chen Andong came over, and he hurriedly explained to the audience: "Of course, this one is also for sale, the one with the highest price will get it, and all the sales will be remitted to Sichuan."

As soon as he said this, it immediately caused quite a commotion.

The crowd of onlookers gradually increased, and some people began to bid.

"I will pay 50 yuan for Mr. He's painting!"

"I pay sixty!"

"I give eighty!"

The exhibition hall has turned into a small auction house.

It was also the first time for Chen Andong to hold this kind of fundraising meeting, and he was a little flustered. He was about to speak to maintain order, when he heard a voice from behind: "No matter how much other people contribute, I will add one hundred to him."

After he finished speaking, the audience was silent.

The light rain was still falling outside, and it was getting worse. It was surprisingly cold, and the carvings and paintings on the veranda were particularly bright against the rainy day.

The number of people coming gradually decreased. Occasionally, one or two people came in from the outside, cursing the bad weather first, then stamped off their wet feet, and stepped on the blanket at the door a few times before entering.

Xu Changning came late. She skipped a class and borrowed an umbrella from a classmate. It was almost noon when she got here.

She combed two ponytails, wore a white turtleneck jacket, and a long black skirt, which looked a bit thin in this weather.

There were not many people at the door of Xingjian Hall, so she put away her umbrella, shook the rain outside and put it at the door.There were countless umbrellas at the door, she glanced at them, and murmured, "So many people came today..."

Just in time, when the cold wind blew, she couldn't help shivering.

"I should have worn more..." she muttered.

She patted the folds on her body, and was about to enter the door, when she turned her head, she saw a person leaning over to pick up an umbrella.

Unfortunately, that umbrella was just put down by her.

She widened her eyes and grabbed him: "Hey, what's the matter with you, what are you doing with my umbrella?"

Huang Er was very low-key when he went out this time, so he brought a younger brother with him. He smoked a cigarette in the veranda, and told the younger brother to pick up Boss Huang back later, then got up and went out on his own. Realizing that he had underestimated the rain outside, he turned back and took an umbrella from under the eaves.

Unexpectedly, he was caught.

Huang Er's clothes were grabbed by someone, and he was about to get angry when he heard the little girl shouting at the top of her voice, "My God, there are thieves, someone stole an umbrella... um..."

"Shut up!" Huang Er quickly covered her mouth.

But it was too late, Xu Changning's exclamation just now alarmed the people in the room, first two staff members at the door came out, and then Xu Shaoqing also ran out when he heard his sister's voice.

"Ningning, what's wrong?"

"Brother!" Xu Changning bit Huang Er's hand hard, got behind Xu Shaoqing, pointed at Huang Er and said, "He stole my umbrella!"

When Huang Er saw Xu Shaoqing, he was taken aback for a moment, then let go of his hand, and the umbrella fell to the ground and was blown into the yard again.

elder brother…

This person is actually Xu Shaoqing's younger sister.

Seeing Huang Er, Xu Shaoqing frowned, and then "hummed", "It's you!"

"The police didn't catch you, but you ran in front of me and acted wildly!"

Huang Er pressed down on the brim of his hat, took a few steps back, turned his head and was about to rush outside, Xu Shaoqing hurriedly shouted: "Catch him quickly, he is a fugitive suspect!"

The scene became chaotic for a moment, and people in the exhibition hall poked their heads out one after another. Huang Er hadn't run two steps before he was thrown to the ground and pinned tightly.

Xu Shaoqing didn't care about face, jumped into the rain, pressed his shoulder firmly, "Since you're here, don't even think about leaving."