Xu Fang's face sank.

She didn't think about it, but for a painting, Fu Yuanxiu wanted to move out of Xiangyin, but she soon returned to normal. She said: "Okay, if Xiangyin is free, but now he should still be in a meeting?"

The purpose of this exhibition is to promote Chinese culture, so the Fine Arts Association attaches great importance to it and has been holding meetings and discussions.

Fu Yuanxiu coughed and looked at his watch. "About half an hour is left."

Xu Fang let out a "huh", and said, if pointedly: "I'm very curious, do Mr. Fu know the painter of this painting?"

In a word, everyone present could understand it.

Someone directly put forward: "How can an unknown little painter ask everyone to comment on Chinese painting? What is the origin of this painter?"

Ye Li's face turned paler, she looked at Xue Xi: "Xixi, I want to go back."

Xue Xi supported her, and her misty eyes showed a daze.

Ye Li's appearance was hurt, right? But her mouth is stupid and can't coax people, she can only nod her head, her tone is lighter than ever: "Okay."

She helped Ye Li to go out.

Mrs. Li comforted: "Mrs. Xue, your painting is already amazing, don't care too much."

Ye Li squeezed a smile at her and staggered away.

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The car was driving on the way home, and it was quiet.

Xue Xi didn't know how to break the calm in the car, she thought for a while, picked up the phone and sent a message: [Teacher, are you there? 】

Almighty boss: [Something? 】

Study: [My mother's painting was criticized today. She is in a bad mood. How can I comfort her? 】

Almighty boss: [I suggest, you don't say anything. 】

Xue Xi was stunned, and after waiting for a while, the other party sent a long message.

Almighty boss: [Your mother has always wanted to maintain the image of a good mother in front of you. Her grievances and fragility must be unwilling to be exposed to her daughter. Your comfort at this time will only be more shameful to her. 】

Xue Xi was persuaded: [OK]

After sending it, she sent another message to Xue Sheng, telling the story again.

Xue Sheng replied: [I am going home now. 】

The car arrived home quickly.

The smile on Ye Li's face was even more bitter than crying. As soon as she entered the living room, her mobile phone rang.

Xue Xi stood by, and she had always been keen to hear the voice from the phone: "Ye Li, someone will buy your painting."

Ye Li's eyes lit up: "Who?"

There was something wrong in the other party's voice: "Yes, it's a stranger. After entering the door, you will call your painting directly, he, he..."

The other party sighed: "He said, Xu Fang said, your painting has only technique, no artistic conception, so he only gave fifty yuan."

Many painters are mass-produced, but even so, majestic landscape paintings like Ye Li's should be sold for a few hundred at least, at least a few hundred yuan for the frame.

fifty……

This is humiliating.

Ye Li's fingers tightened, a tangled expression in his eyes.

Xue Xi grabbed her mobile phone and said, "Auntie, my mother won't sell it."

The other party paused, "Good, good."

After hanging up the phone, Xue Xi handed her the phone.

Ye Li was completely depressed with confidence, unable to maintain his face anymore, stumbled into the room, Song Wenman came out and wanted to speak, but Ye Li bypassed her, went straight upstairs, and entered the studio.

Song Wenman was stunned: "What's wrong?"

Xue Xi once again explained what happened in the exhibition.

Song Wenman sighed: "No matter what you are good at, if you haven't done it in eighteen years, you will be unfamiliar. But Xu Fang is obviously hitting your mother, making your mother's mentality first collapse!"

In industries such as painters and writers, works are all related to mentality.

If Ye Li loses her confidence, what will she do in the future?

Xue Xi looked upstairs worriedly.

At this time, the sound of vehicles came from outside the door, and Xue Sheng strode into the room, "What about your mother?"

"Upstairs studio."

Xue Sheng walked upstairs without saying a word: "I'll go see her."

Song Wenman and Xue Xi looked at each other, and she sighed: "Back then, your father was the most inconspicuous of the group of people who pursued your mother. Now it seems that your mother chose the right person. Look at me and What are you talking about, Xixi, go upstairs to do your homework, don't worry about your mother, it's okay."

In the studio, the windows were open, the wind was blowing in, and the white gauze curtains were floating, and the pages of the drawing paper on the table were blown, making a rustling sound.

Ye Li sat on the sofa blankly, the purple cheongsam enveloping her graceful figure, setting off her becoming thinner. She looked at these brushes and drawing papers that were once regarded as life, and Xu Fang's words flashed in her mind:

"It seems that the painter hasn't painted for many years, and the tip of the pen is rusty..."

It's no wonder that she is not self-confident, it is true that she hasn't taken a paintbrush in 18 years.

Eighteen years ago, after she gave birth to a child, she heard that there was a well-known painting exhibition, so she turned on the TV and wanted to watch it.

As a result, she was fascinated, and when she came back to her senses, she realized that the babysitter was gone, and the daughter who was sleeping in the stroller beside her was gone.

No one knows how guilty she is, she put the blame on herself, so she sealed the pen since then.

Eighteen years of turmoil has completely lost all her courage.

It was Xue Xi's return that gave her the courage to paint again. But now, the body that has been hit again is incomplete.

She clenched her fists tightly, her chest feeling stuffy and wanted to cry.

Once, she was also a sought-after star in the Chinese painting industry, but now she has fallen to only 50 yuan for a painting...

She only wanted to rise at the age of forty-two. It was too late, too late.

She stood up slowly and put all the paintings in the brazier next to her.

She shouldn't be painting, this is an insult to Chinese painting. She can't do it, she should let it go...

At this moment, the door of the room was slammed open, and Xue Sheng rushed in: "Ye Li, what are you doing?"

He threw the fire in her hand to the ground to extinguish, picked up the paintings in the brazier, and immediately looked at her: "Ye Li!"

Ye Li couldn't help it anymore and threw himself into his arms and started crying: "I won't paint anymore, I won't paint anymore, I can't, I really can't..."

Xue Sheng hugged her and patted her shoulders. His heart seemed to be filled with sourness. He whispered and comforted: "Okay, no more painting. Ye Li, I thought about it, you want to rise so much because you don’t A sense of security, I will transfer the company’s shares, house, and money to you, and give you all..."

The cry in the bedroom reached Xue Xi, who had just gone upstairs.

She paused outside the painting room and entered her room.

Immediately, she picked up the phone and sent a WeChat message to the painter: "Can you help me see, is the "Hold Mountain Picture" in your exhibition really without artistic conception? 】

The painting's reply was very quick: [No problem, I will go see it now. 】