Lin Anan in Qiongyao World

Such people mix together.What's so good about him, what else can he do besides painting some unsalable paintings? "

Du Qianqian sighed and said: "Mom, Ruohong is still very talented, but he has not met anyone who knows the goods. If he can hold an art exhibition, he might become famous, and then he will be paid for painting casually. "

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention.Fang Yilian, who felt sorry for her daughter, planned to calculate her private money, gritted her teeth and said, "I will pay for his art exhibition."

Du Qianqian was both surprised and delighted: "Really? Mom, if that happens, Ruohong may become angry all of a sudden."

Seeing Du Qianqian's surprised expression, Fang Yilian reached out to pinch Du Qianqian's face, and smiled: "Silly boy, you are the only child, can you still lie to me? Mom is all for you."

Du Qianqian put her arms around Fang Yilian's neck and acted like a baby: "I knew my mother was good to me."

The two chatted and laughed for a while, Fang Yilian thought about going back to get the money, so she went back to Du's house.

Mei Ruohong, who had bought something and returned to Shuiyunjian, heard Du Qianqian said that Fang Yilian was willing to pay for her own painting exhibition, and was immediately excited, holding Du Qianqian, dancing and screaming, and shouting: "God finally opened his eyes, Qianqian , you are my angel."

Du Qianqian blushed because of excitement: "No, Ruohong, you are my angel, and it is my blessing to meet you."

The two excitedly ate the food that Mei Ruohong bought back, poured it all over, and began to prepare the things needed for the exhibition.

Fang Yilian, who returned to Du's house, counted and counted her private houses, taking them out at times, feeling reluctant to give up at times, and after several ideological struggles, finally thinking of Du Qianqian's slightly rough hands and thin face, she decided to take them out cruelly. Most of it.

With financial support, Mei Ruohong quickly agreed with the gallery on the time of the exhibition.

Mei Ruohong indulged in painting, and Du Qianqian took care of all the housework. While doing the housework, she thought that after Mei Ruohong succeeded, she would have money, so she would definitely buy a mansion bigger than the Du family's, and hire someone cheaper than the Du family's. There are many servants, thinking of this, she couldn't help laughing out loud, with hope, she didn't feel bitter like before.

When the art exhibition started, Mei Ruohong, Du Qianqian, and Fang Yilian felt uneasy, not knowing what the effect would be.

Just like the original book, this art exhibition was very unsuccessful. There were very few people who came to see the paintings, and even fewer people were willing to buy them. Even the newspapers published critical comments. The three of them knew in their hearts that this art exhibition was a complete failure. Failed.

On the last day of the exhibition, the three struggled listlessly.Someone really bought the paintings at a high price, and the three of them were excited for a while. In the end, Wang Zimo burned all the paintings in front of Mei Ruohong. Mei Ruohong rushed to grab the paintings and injured his hand.

Fang Yilian, who had lost her private house, ignored Du Qianqian and went back to Du's house alone.

Knowing that Fang Yilian's investment failed, Suqing naturally satirized her again, while Lin Anan continued to ignore her. Fang Yilian felt sorry for her private money, but was also angry at Du Shiquan's attitude towards her and Suqing's connivance. I couldn't eat any more and fell asleep.However, how could she sleep, looking at her little private money and thinking about the happy days before, Fang Yilian developed a high fever that night. If it was before, a maid would have discovered it, but now, the Du family's The servants tried their best to avoid dealing with Fang Yilian, only Chunlan saw that Fang Yilian was still getting up the next day, so she bravely called out a few times, but seeing no one answered, she thought Fang Yilian hadn't woken up yet, and went down again.By the afternoon, Fang Yilian hadn't gotten up yet, even Su Qing felt something was wrong, she called a few maids to follow, went to Fang Yilian's room to see what was going on, saw Fang Yilian's flushed face, she was startled, and hurriedly called out A doctor was invited to see her, and the doctor took Fang Yilian's pulse, prescribed a prescription, and left.Su Qing asked her servants to decoct the medicine, left Chunlan and Xia He to take care of Fang Yilian, and called Du Shiquan to report Fang Yilian's illness. Lin Anan who received the call didn't care about it, but asked her to send a few maids to take care of her with.

After Su Qing hung up the phone, her heart was heavy. She must have gloated at this before, but looking at Fang Yilian's situation now, she felt somewhat sad. If he doesn't take it to heart, what kind of place does he have in Du Shiquan's heart as a concubine who has nothing to offer?She touched her face, what would happen to her when she was old and pale?

Suqing felt sympathy for Fang Yilian, so naturally she no longer confronted Fang Yilian everywhere, but was very concerned about Fang Yilian's condition, and her servants were all red-topped and white, and she was willing to take care of Fang Yilian, but Fang Yilian After burning all night, people were hit again and recovered very slowly.

(Water and Cloud) Through Du Shiquan ([-])

After being hit, Mei Ruohong's mood changed drastically, her temper became even more irritable, and she also spoke harshly towards Du Qianqian. Du Qianqian, who was used to being self-willed, didn't regret it in her heart. Thinking of her father Du Shiquan's cruel performance and her mother Fang Yilian's disappointed expression, she really felt ashamed to go back to Du's house like this, so she could only hope that Mei Ruohong would really become famous one day, and then she could still live the life of spending money like dirt like before. You can only continue to be patient.

Unexpectedly, a bigger blow was yet to come.

Mei Ruohong, whose hand was injured, no longer paints. He sits in the water and clouds every day drunk, lamenting that he was born at an untimely time. A man like Mo can become famous, but he, who is nearly thirty years old, has suffered a crushing defeat. He threw wine bottles, smashed easels when he was drunk, and frantically tore up his paintings. Du Qianqian stepped forward to stop him, but he was merciless Du Qianqian was pushed down to the ground, and when Du Qianqian got up to help him, he vomited profusely, causing Du Qianqian to be covered in vomit, and the whole room was filled with the disgusting smell of vomit, Du Qianqian could only hold his hands Nose patiently cleaned up.

Du Qianqian was naturally unwilling to live her life like this, but she couldn't control Mei Ruohong. At first, she thought it would be fine in a few days. Seeing that Mei Ruohong only knows how to drink and drink like crazy, he refuses to buy wine for Mei Ruohong anymore. Mei Ruohong can't find wine in the water and clouds, so he goes to the tavern to drink. Just sleep, ignoring Du Qianqian who has been waiting for a day.

Seeing that it was getting dark that day, and Mei Ruohong was still at home, Du Qianqian waited while thinking about Mei Ruohong's drunken ugly appearance, worried about what would happen again, and decided to go to the tavern to find someone.

When I arrived at the tavern, I saw Mei Ruohong sitting among a group of red-faced men, boasting that she was a genius. Even a woman like Miss Du's family admired her talent. She rushed forward and snatched the wine bottle from Mei Ruohong's hand : "No, Ruohong, you can't drink like this anymore, let's go back."

Mei Ruohong reeked of alcohol, "I want to drink, anyway, I'm already a useless person, what else can I do besides drinking?"

"No, you'll be fine, your paintings will be admired, you get up, we'll go back, continue painting, you'll become famous."

Mei Ruohong held her head in pain: "What else should I paint? No one came to the art exhibition, and all I got was criticism and humiliation. I won't paint anymore."

Du Qianqian didn't care about the men who were drinking in the tavern, and tore off her skirt, revealing her breasts: "No, Ruohong, you can still draw me, didn't you say that the red on my chest Plum blossoms will bring you endless inspiration, didn’t you just want to draw me when we first met? Draw me, let’s draw.”

Mei Ruohong stared at Du Qianqian's chest, and reached out to touch it.

The guests in the tavern stared at this scene dumbfounded. Some people with impure thoughts were greedily swallowing their saliva. The fat proprietress glared at Du Qianqian and Mei Ruohong viciously, and cursed: "You woman doesn't know shame." Is it? And you, a man, dare to do this in public, get out of here quickly, and don't dirty my place."

Mei Ruohong, who was drunk, growled and said, "Do you know what art is? This is real art. Use your body to show the power of beauty."

The fat and sturdy proprietress is not afraid of the powerful roaring skills: "I don't know what art is, but I know what shame is, and I don't know what it means to show my face when I show my breasts to other men. Looking at other people's faces, stroking women's breasts, I don't know what a scumbag is, and I look like a dog, full of male robbers and female prostitutes."

Du Qianqian tidied up her clothes in embarrassment, and with difficulty supported Mei Ruohong, who was staggering, and walked away.

The proprietress was still cursing behind her: "What the hell, it's an outrageous thing."

Drunkard A smacked his mouth and said, "This is the lady from the Du family that Mei Ruohong was talking about? She is quite beautiful, but I don't believe it. What kind of family is the Du family? Even the brave girls in the kiln would not dare to do it, how could any young lady do such a thing, but her breasts are really white and tender, what a pity..."

The drunkard Yi said with red eyes, "Oh, that's a piece of white flowers. It's so tempting. I want to touch it twice. Looking at Mei Ruohong's paws, I really want to chop him up. Look at Mei Ruohong's long paws." How can there be such a good fortune for that cowardly appearance."

Alcoholic C sighed and said: "If such a woman is willing to marry me, what kind of wine will I drink? I will definitely change my mind and work hard to earn money to support her. I will recognize her. How can I stay in the tavern every day? What is this Mei Ruohong? ah everyday here