because i'm pretty

82.

Li Yikai put the passbook in the bottom of the drawer. When he closed it, he thought that he was quite unfilial. He had given Hu Manting limited care and company for so many years, and in the end he didn't even have enough money.

After guilt, I felt desolate again, like the wind blowing the dust in my heart, exposing the gap inside.That is a void that cannot be filled no matter what age you grow up.

The person came back, the family was consummated, and the apology was received.Li Yikai rationally told himself that he could take a step back, but he couldn't stop his emotional inertia for a while.

When he was dazed by the sultry evening wind, Yuan Zhiming made a video call, and he saw the clue as soon as he got through.

"What's wrong with you? Not happy?"

"Well, not happy." Li Yikai looked at the distorted face on the screen, and said lazily in a low voice: "I miss you so much."

"Ah, haha", Yuan Zhiming was a little embarrassed, the camera zoomed out a little, and Li Yikai saw that he was in the living room at home, and Yuan Songqing was sitting next to him, it was difficult to pretend that he didn't hear him.

Yuan Zhiming just smiled, and finally Yuan Songqing took the phone to solve the embarrassment, and said heartily: "We miss you very much too."

Li Yikai's face was a little hot, and then he felt warm for the two of "us".

There is no perfect family in the world, he thought, and he couldn't always keep his eyes on that one gap.

This week flies by.

The band introduced by Zhou Xing was more enthusiastic than originally thought. He proposed that in addition to the design of cooperative sneakers, he could also produce a collaboration song for Reese, and the price offered surprised Li Yikai.

In the video meeting, the three male members of the band expressed that they are loyal fans of Rees, one of them is also a crazy collector of sneakers, and the only female musician directly showed him the limited edition shoes on her feet.

"Of course, another reason is that you are pleasing to the eye of your brother, and your brother Zhou Xing, let alone," the lead singer of the band added.

Li Yikai was flattered at first, but later he realized that it was true that the band members collaborated casually, and their boss—that is, Zhou Xing's girlfriend, took a fancy to the influence of Reese's international brand, which could give relative edge A modernized rock band brings additional popularity.

Both emotion and reason are win-win, and the brand side naturally enjoys the benefits.

The band quickly sent a demo of the song. Li Yikai didn't know much about music, but he could hear the passionate and happy emotions inside.

I don't know if it was influenced by Yuan Zhiming, but he thought of shaved ice again in his mind, and thought of the teenagers and girls who ran into the fountain to have fun, the grand carnival and running in the hot summer.

It's a pity, but as he himself said, he won't regret doing so.

Yuan Songqing's operation was the first one in the morning. Li Yikai and Yuan Zhiming sent him to the operating room. Yuan Songqing smiled at the two of them lying on the hospital bed, and compared cheers with Dr. Lu who followed him.

Organ transplantation is not a minor operation, and no matter how trusted a doctor is, he cannot escape nervousness.Since the night before, Yuan Zhiming has been uncharacteristically unable to calm down. He walked around the family waiting room twice, cared about the nurses' schedule for a while, and studied the anesthesia instructions posted on the wall.

Fortunately, there was no one else in the morning, otherwise he would have complained about nuisance.

"There are still at least four hours." Li Yikai unscrewed a bottle of water for him, "Sit down."

Yuan Zhiming took the water bottle and took two gulps, and then he was quiet for a while.He stared at what he was thinking, blinked twice, and looked down at Li Yikai: "What do you want to tell me?"

Li Yikai looked at him quietly, and smiled slowly: "Guess it?"

"The two of you insist on discussing a time to tell me. Either I want it now, or my dad didn't get off the operating table..." Yuan Zhiming finally sat down with his head down, tapped his fingers on his knees, and said: "You'd better tell me now and divert my attention."

Li Yikai touched the back of his head and comforted him twice: "Then wait for me."

He got up and went out, and when he came back, he was holding a roll of paintings wrapped in old newspapers, which was given to him by Yuan Songqing the day before.

"What is this?" Yuan Zhiming talked a lot of nonsense today, talking nonsense: "The authentic Qi Baishi left by my father? He gave you a huge inheritance?"

"Don't talk nonsense", Li Yikai patted him on the forehead, sat down, carefully untied the tied silk rope, put the old newspapers on the outer surface down, laid them flat on the knees of the two, and slowly spread the thick paper paintings.

The painting on the top layer showed half of his face, and Yuan Zhiming could already see it: "My mother's painting?"

"Yes", Li Yikai gently spread it out, revealing a delicate painting of a lotus flower. I don't know how Yuan Zhiming recognized it. In the lower right corner is Yuan Mingyan's small seal seal, which is signed by the year of the stem and branch.Yuan Zhiming did the math, it was probably her work when she was in school.

"Her drawing lines and the color transition of the petals have always been like this." Yuan Zhiming gently stroked and pointed to Li Yikai.

He has seen many of Yuan Mingyan's paintings, and Yuan Songqing carefully framed her good works and displayed them in the study one by one.

"I'm not very satisfied with these. It's a bit muddled here." Yuan Zhiming looked carefully for a while, stretched out his hand to scroll down, and asked, "Why did my dad give you these? I've never seen him take them." came out."

Li Yikai didn't speak, but followed his movements, rolled up the top one, and looked back one by one.

Whether perfect or not, each painting has been simply framed with interlining, and white silk cloth is used to protect each painting.

Look through the fine brushwork on the top layer, and there are ink freehand paintings below.

The style of painting can best reveal a person's character, fine brushwork is meticulous and requires patience, which is the worst subject of Yuan Zhiming.On the other hand, the freehand brushwork of traditional Chinese painting emphasizes the artistic conception and style, and a landscape is formed with a few pens and inks without adding color.

Yuan Zhiming looked closer, then pulled away, studied for a while, and said without looking up: "I've never seen her draw this kind of painting, I thought..."

He half-spoken and forgot how to describe it, just smiled to himself and asked Li Yikai: "Look at this, so she is such a cool person."

"Yes," Li Yikai replied softly, "Uncle Yuan said that she has always been outstanding in the Chinese painting department, and she was the first person in their class to participate in the city's art exhibition."

"I've heard him say it, but," Yuan Zhiming continued to flip through the pages, seemingly talking to himself, "I think my mother's freehand ink paintings are better. If these are unsatisfactory works, then her completed It should be better... but I've never seen it."

Further down, landscape paintings turned into animal paintings. Yuan Zhiming had only seen fish and birds painted by Yuan Mingyan before, but never thought that she could also paint lions and tigers.

Later, a pale old horse came into view, Yuan Zhiming stopped his hand suddenly, and stared at the horse's eyes in silence for a long time.

Li Yikai watched him quietly from the side, then gently held his hand flipping the picture, and then gently opened this picture on his behalf, revealing the one behind.

It was a picture of a bamboo forest, black and white in color, bamboo branches soaring into the clouds, bamboo leaves fluttering freely, and the whole painting has a distinct rhythm and style.

A terrible association formed in Yuan Zhiming's mind. He turned back, looked at the old horse picture just now, and moved his lips before saying: "I remember that Gu Changfeng had an early work called "Shadow in the Eye". The body is a horse painted in Chinese ink and wash, but the eyes are drawn with a sketch technique, and what is painted is a modern industrial city reflected in the horse's eyes."

That painting boldly used the combination of Chinese and Western painting styles. In the year when computer design was not yet mature, it used photography technology to combine Chinese painting and sketching.

At that time, this work became famous because of its rebellion, and later became a classic because of its theme, and has been exhibited countless times at home and abroad.

Yuan Zhiming glanced at Li Yikai, the other party's reaction made him more sure of his guess, and he turned back to the bamboo forest map.

"He also has a work of the same series called <Lin Zhongxi>."

The painting as a whole is a bamboo forest in ink and wash, but what flows between the bamboo forests is polluted water drawn with oil painting techniques. The surface of the water is condensed with industrial oil that reflects the colorful luster.

He quickly flipped back, and all the familiar and unfamiliar works suddenly had names.Yuan Zhiming's fingertips trembled slightly, his eyes widened in disbelief, as if he understood why he had never seen these ink paintings by Yuan Mingyan.

Anger, regret, and reluctance intertwined in his heart, he looked up at Li Yikai and asked, "Yes... have all my mother's paintings been taken away by Gu Changfeng?"

"A large part of Gu Changfeng's early fame is based on her original manuscripts." Li Yikai held his hand, bit the soft flesh on his lips, and continued:

"But he didn't take it away, it was... Aunt Yuan gave it to him voluntarily back then."