Female President's personal doctor

Chapter 160
Chapter 160 The Knot
Deputy Mayor Bian ignored his review, but pointed to a row of pictures seriously: "Old Liu, go and read it from beginning to end, and explain to me your inner feelings. You are not a person who likes to draw. people?

For so many years, I haven’t seen you make a good and decent picture. Letting you see is to inspire you. Aren’t you an expert?
I won't say too many words, do you think these pictures are eligible to participate in the art exhibition? "

Old Liu was originally a passionate painter. He once painted a few paintings when he was young, which made him famous. Later, as the years passed, his pride would slowly fade away.

Just in his small circle, he praised each other, you are good at painting, his calligraphy is beautiful, and he gave each other gifts. In normal times, he painted ink paintings, painted mountains, and sometimes painted flowers and birds.

He knew that Deputy Mayor Bian was also a great calligrapher and a member of the Chinese Calligraphy Association, so his words carried extra weight. Since he recommended these pictures so solemnly, they must have special significance.

So he started watching from the beginning to the end. Standing in front of the picture of Arong, he didn't move for a long time. He was completely shocked by the big eyes of this picture. The strong eyes seemed to be watching him through the paper, while the face The expression on the table was so resolute and eager, and the book opened on the table was obviously quite old and worn out, which meant that the girl had flipped through the book countless times in private.

In another picture, a pair of small hands are brushing the hair on the head, the sweat on the forehead has not been wiped off, and there are still many traces of mud on the face, obviously just finished the farm work.

The other picture is of a grandma wearing a headscarf and doing farm work. Wrinkles on her face and thick veins in her hands are exposed, but there is a hopeful smile on her face.

And in another picture full of emotions of rural life, there is a dilapidated yard, a few chickens fighting for food, and a lazy dog.

The remaining pictures include scenes of teachers and students playing, raising the national flag, teachers giving lectures, and the expressions of students listening carefully.

Every picture is ready to come out.

Lao Liu rubbed his hands together, looking ashamed: "It's been a long time since I saw this shocking picture, Qi Zhenguo, you really are, if I knew you brought me here, let me see this picture with my own eyes, can I not agree?"

The exhibition started as scheduled. At the beginning, there were not many people. People were busy making money, so they didn't show much interest in the paintings of these painters.

Director Liu introduced people in his circle, asked them to come and visit, and told them that this trip would definitely be beneficial.

Only three days later, the news spread throughout the city as if it had grown wings, followed by more and more people visiting from other places.

Some people directly bid high prices and want to buy.

Following closely behind TV stations and major newspapers, special issues were published.

News reporters also came to interview Meng Dashuang. When Meng Dashuang became a news figure for a while, he reported in detail how she created and drew these touching pictures from the newspaper.

Meng Dashuang sold out all the pictures immediately, except for Ah Rong's painting, she was reluctant to sell it, and planned to keep it as a gift to Lin Yanan.

Today is the last day, and it is already evening. When the museum was about to close, I took down the last picture. Because this picture was written not for sale, it was kept until today.

Meng Dashuang suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Stinky boy, keep this painting for me, and I will pay a lot of money to buy it from you."

Meng Dashuang suddenly turned his head and saw the familiar father standing in front of him.

Still the same chubby look, with a thick golden necklace hanging around his neck, an open suit covering his fat belly nondescriptly, a shining watch on his wrist, and a pair of spotless black shoes on his feet. leather shoes.

He was wearing a cheongsam, with the most fashionable hairstyle, and a smiling mother beside him.

Meng Dashuang intentionally angered his father, pouted and said, "You want to buy me but you don't sell it to you. Did you take care of me for a day when I was the poorest?"

The mother smiled and explained: "Girl, you misunderstood your father. From the time you ran away in a fit of anger, what your father said at the time, this person has to be forced into a difficult situation before he can figure out a solution.

If you want to learn to paint and draw a proud work, you must be poor and have no time to eat, so that you can open your mind and have aura. He has been paying attention to you, and has been sending people to follow you and protect you secretly. every move.

He knew that he found your best friend Lin Yanan. In fact, your father predicted it a long time ago, and it was exactly as he expected.

Meng Dashuang's father, Meng Xiangdong, narrowed his eyes with a smile: "Well, Zhuge Liang can figure it out after the fact. Sure enough, my girl has become famous, and now she is a famous painter. Even me, a piece of trash Your Majesty, you are willing to bow down.

I watch my girl show up on TV every day, you can see my girl's eloquence, her mouth is babbling, this really brings honor to our family.

I know you are planning to give this painting to Lin Yanan, I won't argue, but it's just for fun. "

Meng Dashuang couldn't hold back any longer, and grabbed his father's arm: "You can't say what you say properly, you always use the aggressive method since you were young, and let you count me in every time, but I live up to everyone's expectations." , and finally became famous in one fell swoop, Dad, you are finally satisfied."

Meng Xiangdong stood in front of Arong's picture, watched carefully, and suddenly burst into tears.

His father, who was always cheerful, suddenly cried. This was the first time Meng Dashuang saw him growing up.

So panicked in my heart, I hurriedly asked: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Meng Xiangdong asked: "Where did you draw this? Is this scene in Qingshui Town, Guizhou?"

Meng Dashuang nodded: "Yes, that's where I went to gather folk songs this time."

Meng Xiangdong let out a long sigh: "It's too much to say, let me talk to you slowly when I have time."

Today has been agreed, ready to get together together.

Meng Xiangdong suddenly made a decision that today's meal will be treated by him, and at the same time, he would like to thank Meng Dashuang's best friend Lin Yanan.

When Meng Xiangdong heard the girl introduce Xu Zhenguo, he nodded happily: "I, a girl who can't get married, finally found a loving husband. Young man, you must treat my girl well."

Meng Dashuang's mother asked directly: "Xi Zhenguo, when are you going to get married? You can choose the wedding room in the whole city at will. I want to give my girl a generous dowry and a BMW car."

Xi Zhenguo said shyly: "The two of us are in love, it will take some time no matter what."

In the restaurant, Gouzi directly made the decision for the two apprentices: "The wedding will be done sooner or later, why not take advantage of the festive spirit and hold it in ten days!"

The wedding of the two apprentices was held as scheduled.

This day was extremely lively. In the evening, Gouzi specially reserved the nightclub and held a special dance party to celebrate the wedding of the two apprentices.

The rice ordered from the small town was also transported thousands of miles away. It was a whole big truck, and Gouzi specially stewed a pot of rice to entertain Meng Dashuang's father.

Holding the bowl of fragrant rice, Meng Xiangdong said to Meng Dashuang, "Why did I immediately shed tears when I saw your painting, because I came from that town."

(End of this chapter)