Black-bellied Emperor Shao: Ex-wife is not allowed to escape

It was midnight in China, and in the bedroom on the third floor of the Li family mansion, Li Baiming was awakened by the ringing of the phone, and he answered the phone impatiently.

Hearing the other party say that the operation failed, his face became even more gloomy.

"waste!"

Li Baiming cursed in a low voice, and hung up the phone. He was so angry that he picked up the cup to drink water, only to find that there was no water in the cup. With a sullen face, he put on his slippers and went downstairs to pour water.

Downstairs, Li Cangqing had just entered the door. He was wrapped in the night and smelled of alcohol. Li's mother stood at the entrance to welcome him, "Why is it so late today, and you're drinking again?"

She sniffed him, but was pushed by Li Cangqing, "What are you smelling, it's not a puppy."

Li's mother glared at him angrily, "You can smell the smell of alcohol for a radius of ten miles. You have high blood pressure. Didn't the doctor tell you to stop drinking?"

"Abstaining from drinking depends on the occasion. Today's drink can't be pushed back. Hey, you think I want to drink? It's not your son. One is clamoring to start a new family, and the other wants to study medicine. No one wants to take over this mess." Normally, Li Cangqing would not complain about these things.

Today is also relying on three points of drinking, complaining.

Li's mother helped him to enter the door, bent down and put the slippers in front of him, "It's not like you don't know what happened back then. Bai Han didn't want to attach himself to the family, and it wasn't because he was disappointed that he started a new life. He was so sick that the old man condoned him." The second room..."

"Bai Ming, why are you up?" Li Cangqing suddenly interrupted Li's mother.

Li's mother's back stiffened, and the younger generation listened to her behind her back. She was not very kind. She turned around and saw Li Baiming walking from the darkness into the light and shadow.

At that moment, there seemed to be some kind of shadow cast over him, and there was still a little bit of gloom in his eyes.

Li Baiming looked innocent and harmless, and took a few steps forward, "Uncle came back so late, there is no hangover soup at home, I'll make it."

"No need, you're still at work tomorrow, I'll help your uncle sit down, and I'll do it." Mother Li said hastily.

Li Baiming shook the water glass in his hand, "I'm a little thirsty, come down and pour a glass of water, auntie, talk to uncle for a while, don't let him fall asleep, I'll finish it in a while."

Mother Li watched him turn and enter the kitchen with a complicated expression.

Li Cangqing watched his back disappear by the kitchen door, he patted his wife on the shoulder, and said: "Bai Ming is still a filial child, he was too eager for quick success before, but now he is more calm."

Li's mother pursed her lips, but she didn't say anything in front of her husband.

After a while, Li Baiming came out with hangover soup. Li's mother was the only one in the living room. She stood up and took the steaming hangover soup, "Boming, thank you, it's so late, I've delayed your rest."

Li Baiming smiled, "It's okay, Auntie, Big Brother and Qing Cheng are not by your side, so you are welcome if I can be of use to you."

"Good boy, go and rest. I'll bring your uncle sober soup." Mother Li said comfortingly.

Li Baiming said hello, and seeing Li's mother go upstairs, he went back to the kitchen and poured a glass of water, his eyes fell out of the window, his expression was dim.

Li's mother returned to the room with the hangover soup. Li Cangqing had just come out of the shower, and the hot water evaporated a lot of the alcohol in his body.

He brushed his hair, and he has been exercising all year round, making him look good, and there are no signs of middle-aged fat on his body.

He said, "Bai Ming is a pure-hearted kid. I'm the only one who made me a bowl of hangover soup at such an old age."

Li's mother didn't know what to do with this bowl of soup, she said coldly: "Hi nephew, why don't you pass on the position of Patriarch to him?"

"I'll just say hello to him, why are you so angry?" Li Cangqing looked puzzled, and because of drinking, his tone was also very impatient at the moment.

Li's mother said: "If it wasn't for him, would Bo Han have made his way through the gate of hell? A bowl of hangover soup was bribed. How many hangover soups did I cook for you before?"

Li Cangqing pinched the bridge of his nose, his temples throbbed, "Okay, I got angry in the middle of the night and hurt my liver, pack up and go to sleep."

Li's mother was aroused by him, and she was so upset that she couldn't sleep, "I can't sleep, you go to sleep."

Li Cangqing looked at the hangover soup in her hand, seeing that she had an ugly face, she didn't come over to drink it after all, she lay down on the bed sullenly, and fell asleep after a while.

Li's mother was still angry on one side, but there was a snoring sound on the other side. Li's mother was so angry that she didn't know where to reason. She looked at the hangover soup in front of her, smelled the sour smell, and thought of Li Baiming's intentional courtship. They quarreled.

Distraught, she emptied the hangover soup into the bathroom trash can.

The next day.

Li Baiming got up a bit late, when he went downstairs, he happened to bump into the servant who had finished cleaning the room of Li Cangqing and his wife, and came out with a garbage bag.

The servant didn't see him coming down from the third floor, and was muttering, "Why does the lady's bathroom smell sour, what's rotten?"

Li Baiming pursed his lips, glanced at the black garbage bag in her hand, and the corner of his mouth curled into a sneering arc.

Didn't drink?

Are you afraid that he will put rat poison in the hangover soup?

As soon as the servant raised his head, he saw Li Baiming who looked like a Rakshasa. The smile on his face was a bit creepy. The servant was startled, and said, "Second, Second Young Master, morning, morning...'

Li Boming nodded lightly, turned around and went downstairs.

*
In the United States, the second time the topic was announced by the organizer, and the contestants entered a tense carving time. This time, the jade materials assigned to each contestant were different, and the topic was even more erratic.

Let them carve what they want to carve most.

Sometimes there is no topic limit, which is not good for the contestants, because everyone sculpts different things, so the evaluation is also different.

Just like the national flower, at least when it comes to this, everyone has a reference in their hearts, and the finished products are not much different from each other.

As soon as the title was announced, there was an uproar in the live broadcast room. Many people thought the title was a joke. After all, as sculptors, they knew what they most wanted to sculpt.

But what is the final scoring standard?

But there are also some viewers who feel that this is a test for the contestants, because art comes from the artist's whimsy, and if the topic is fixed, it will limit their performance.

Song Weiwei sat in front of the workbench and hadn't started writing for a long time. When she heard this topic, her mind was blank. She likes to sculpt, and doing one thing repeatedly will calm her mind.

However, in these years, she didn't have what she most wanted to carve.

In the past, Master Mu Yi took the orders and gave them to her to practice. Later, many customers also explained what they wanted, and gave them to the customers after drawing the drawings. After the customers nodded in agreement, she would proceed to the next step.

But now, not only is her mind empty, but her heart is also empty.

The audience in the live broadcast room had high expectations for her. Seeing that she hadn't started drawing pictures for a long time, they were very impatient and sent barrages one after another.

"What's the matter, why doesn't she write, is this topic difficult?"

"The topic is not difficult. You see that some contestants have started to draw pictures, but she doesn't use pens. Hasn't she decided which one to draw?"

"Laughing to death, you think she is full of inspiration, but I think her eyes are empty. Ever since the organizer announced the title, she has been at a loss."

"Some people use some low-level tricks to get the approval of the judges, but it doesn't mean that they can perform well in free questions. I think she is exhausted."

"Don't look at her, just look at Suzuki Koizumi. He is a favorite to win the championship. His picture is almost finished. He is indeed Suzuki Koizumi. He never disappoints."

Song Weiwei stared at the jade material in front of her, and remembered that the first time she came into contact with antiques was under the influence of Mr. Li. At that time, she had just been taken back to Li's house by Li Baihan.

She thought that a country girl would be excluded if she entered a wealthy family, but only after she went did she find that they treated her very well, especially Mr. Li.

He is very kind, like her deceased grandfather.

The servant was not there that day, she was at home on vacation, and saw the antiques on the shelf covered with dust, she took a rag to wipe the dust, and was just seen by Mr. Li.

Mr. Li was standing by the side, watching her polish those antiques, and every time he wiped something, he would tell her what age it was, who used it, and whose funeral objects it was.

She remembers very clearly that Grandpa Li said to her back then: "These antiques are not valuable because they have been around for a long time, but they reflect the society and culture at that time, just like this pattern of blue and white porcelain, which is very popular in contemporary times, but it has not fallen. And our current culture will disappear in the torrent of the times in 100, 200, 1000 years. By then, those who leave these cultures for future generations to study will be remarkable people.”

Song Weiwei held the pen in her hand, and she gently closed her eyes. The birth of an era marks the formation of a culture. So, what will she leave for future generations to study?
Maybe she can't become a powerful figure like Master Muyi, but her heart shouldn't be empty.

At the same time, Li Baihan was also watching the live broadcast. There was a huge screen in his room, and only Song Weiwei's personal footage was shown on the screen.

The two broke up last night, and he couldn't sleep all night. Seeing her eyes closed and motionless, he was secretly anxious.

Standing behind him, Jiang Huai faintly felt his anxiety. He looked at Song Weiwei on the screen. She hadn't moved for a long time. If it wasn't for the slight ups and downs of breathing, he would have thought there was something wrong with the picture.

"President Li, what is Secretary Song thinking, why hasn't she started drawing yet?"

Time passed by, and everyone else started to write, but after a long time, Song Weiwei didn't move a pen, and she looked like an old monk in meditation.

Did she go to the wrong place, thinking that this is the program group performing old monks?
Li Baihan saw Song Weiwei's eyes just now, her eyes were too empty, there was nothing in them, that shouldn't be her current state.

Obviously when she got the question last time, she was still full of confidence, why did the free question this time stump her?
"She should still be thinking. Don't worry. With her speed, even if she starts carving tomorrow, it won't be too far behind them." Li Baihan has confidence in her.

Jiang Huai was not confident, "She ranked in the top three in the first question, and now the popularity in the live broadcast room is very high. I just glanced at the barrage, and many people started to scold her for being pretentious."

Li Baihan frowned, "Jiang Huai, go to the organizer, anyone who dares to scold her will be silenced and kicked out of the live broadcast room."

Jianghuai: "..."

Mr. Li, have you forgotten that this is America?

Seeing him standing still, Li Baihan sternly said, "Why are you standing there, why don't you go!"

Jiang Huai blamed himself for talking too much, he knew that his boss was protecting his weaknesses, but he still wanted to talk about the barrage, didn't he ask for it?

Jiang Huai left, Li Baihan looked at the motionless woman on the screen, what was she thinking?Why don't you write yet?
Song Weiwei didn't write for the whole day, and those who scolded her in the live broadcast room were all muted. Of course, even if she couldn't be muted, she couldn't see it and wouldn't be affected.

At six o'clock in the evening, Li Baihan brought her dinner on time. She took the plate and was about to go in when he grabbed her wrist, "Song Song, are you okay?"

He looked down at her with concern in his eyes.

Song Weiwei gently broke away from his hand, her tone was flat, "I'm fine."

"I..." Li Baihan watched her close the door, he hesitated for a moment, "Song Song, let's talk after the game is over."

Song Weiwei paused and looked up at him, "What are you talking about?"

"The past and the future." Li Baihan seemed to have made up his mind, he didn't want to continue playing riddles with her like this, no matter what the consequences were, he would bear them.

Song Weiwei looked surprised, was he finally going to pierce the window paper between them?
"Go in, eat well, don't be stressed, don't make me feel bad." Li Baihan raised his hand and gently touched her head, then kissed her on the forehead, and then closed the door for her.

It's not that Song Weiwei has never been kissed by him before, but at this moment, a touch of warmth slowly flowed through her heart, and a flash of light flashed in her mind.

Her eyes lit up, and she didn't bother to eat dinner. She put the dinner plate on the coffee table, walked quickly to the workbench, picked up a pen and started drawing.

The audience in the live broadcast room saw her go back and forth, and started to paint with a brush, their eyes widened.

"Good guy, I just went to put some water on it. Why does Song Weiyi look like a different person? She paints so fast, it's as if she has been injected with chicken blood."

"Hey, what do you think she painted?"

"It's a bird, it's definitely not an ordinary bird. It's either Bi Fang from the divine bird, or a phoenix. Does she want to engrave the phoenix's nirvana? The dark green jade in her hand shouldn't work, right?" ?”

Yes, the jade materials distributed to each contestant are different in size and color.

Although the organizers did not directly give a proposition, they used all their care in the size and color of the jade material. No matter what the contestants want to carve, it must match the jade material.

"That's right, the piece of jade in her hand can only carve a crow, hahaha, if she wants to carve a crow, can't she make the judges vomit blood?"

"Sister, you seem to have guessed it right, what she drew seems to be a crow."

"I'm going, have I opened my mouth? I'm going to buy a lottery ticket. Maybe I can win the first prize. I want to get the money. I will ask her to carve a trophy and give it to her."

That's right, Song Weiwei's painting is a crow, Li Baihan's kiss to her just now gave her inspiration, what will be immortal?

That is of course the spirit!

Whether it is the past 5000 years or the next 5000 years, as long as the human spirit is immortal, then culture will naturally be passed on.