This quick wear is a bit sweet

Chapter 125
At home, Xunguang reheated pork belly soup and added a little more pepper to dispel the wind for everyone.

Yan Mo drank the hot soup and said, "Xun, I'm going to attend an art exhibition tomorrow, can you accompany me?"

Xunguang said: "Of course. Do you have anything you want to eat tomorrow? We are just going to buy some food. Do you have anything you want to eat?"

Yan Mo said: "I want to drink corn rib soup, okay?"

Xunguang said: "Okay, I just happen to be going to change Junhao's kindergarten, so I'll go and have a look."

The three of them enjoyed themselves happily, and after drinking the pork belly soup, Jun Hao went to bed.

Yan Mo suddenly pulled Xun Guang and said, "Xun, I want to invite you to visit my studio."

Xunguang said: "Okay."

She has never entered Yan Mo's studio, even though they lived together for such a long time, she never entered Yan Mo's studio.

The only thing that has been inside is the sweeping robot.

Yan Mo opened the studio door, turned on the lights, and invited Xun Guang to enter.

This room is larger than the living room, and there are paints and brushes piled up everywhere, and landscape paintings piled up on the walls. Whether it is the colorful clouds or the starry night sky, they all show a sense of bleakness under his brushes .

Even the calm sea surface seemed to be hiding turbulent waves, and then it was about to tear the picture apart.

Xunguang then looked at the easel, which was the only portrait of a person in the entire studio.

The woman in the painting is smiling, her eyebrows are gentle, her head is tilted slightly, she is wearing a white sweater, holding a bouquet of fiery red roses in her arms.

The background is black, making people look like pearls. The red roses in her arms make the woman's smile even more beautiful. Her eyes are deep and gentle, making people want to fall into her arms.

Xunguang suddenly asked: "Is this me?"

Yan Mo said: "Xun, you are my muse, this is my first portrait."

Xunguang looked at himself in the painting obsessively, and said, "Yan Mo, you are a genius."

Yan Mo laughed embarrassedly after hearing her praise, and said, "Thank you."

Xun Guang said: "I really wish I could also draw, so that I can draw what I think in my heart."

Yan Mo pulled her to a blank drawing paper, handed her a paintbrush, and said, "Whatever is on your mind, I can help you draw it."

What Xunguang thought about was performance and bonuses, and the second was to complete the task, so she took the second place as a matter of course.

"I hope Junhao can grow up safely, and you can be healthy too."

Yan Mo held Xun Guang's hand and landed on the drawing paper. The two of them merged into one hand, which fell into the paint box, and then added paint stroke by stroke.

The tip of his nose was filled with the faint scent of Xunguang's body, the faint scent of gardenia, which made him feel very familiar.

His tall and thin body embraced Xunguang, and for the first time, his mind did not fall on the brush, but on the person in front of him.

Calm and beautiful, with a reassuring aura.

His hands were drawing by instinct, and his thoughts had already flown to places he shouldn't have thought about.

What does the taste of the lips look like?
Is the back clean enough to be painted?
Can this slender ankle be held with one hand?

Slowly, Xunguang looked at the painting that was born under his hands. It was a pair of hands, put together, like a roof sheltering from wind and rain, guarding two grasses, one big and one small, under his hands.

She smiled happily: "I never thought that this is actually something drawn by my hand."

Yan Mo let go of her and said, "Yes, you draw very well."

Xunguang laughed with a "puchi" and said, "You can lie to me too, let me tell you a joke, okay?"

She smiled and told a bad joke she saw in the system.

Yan Mo couldn't help laughing, and said, "It's really interesting."

Xunguang pushed him out of the studio, saying: "I have to get up early tomorrow, go to bed quickly."

After a good night's dream, on the second day, Xun Guang couldn't go to the art exhibition with Yan Mo.

Junhao has a fever, and Xunguang doesn't want to send him to kindergarten, so he temporarily decides to rest at home.

Yan Hai touched Junhao's forehead and said, "Unfortunately, you can't go to my art exhibition, do you need me to do something?"

Jun Hao said: "Uncle, can you bring me a bear cake?"

Yan Hai agreed with a smile, said goodbye to Xun Guang, and walked out.

Xunguang watched Jun Hao fall asleep at home, so he was relieved. He was about to prepare dinner when he heard the phone ringing.

"Yan Mo, what's wrong?"

"Look, I, I"

Listening to the noisy voices on the phone, Xunguang seemed to be besieging Yan Hai, and quickly said: "Don't worry, are you at the art exhibition, I'll be right over."

"No. [-], what happened?"

System: "One of his paintings was considered plagiarized, and a group of people made a scene there. He is about to have an asthma attack. Go, miser, if you go late, your parents will die."

Xunguang: "What a miser, I want to keep the money for Junhao, I'm just a tasker, if I squander the money, what will Junhao do in the future?"

System: "I was a little touched."

Xunguang hurriedly left a small note beside Junhao, and took a taxi to the art exhibition.

As soon as he entered the hall, Xunguang rushed towards the crowd, and saw that Yan Mo was surrounded by several middle-aged men, and the four middle-aged men were spitting, Yan Mo seemed to be surrounded by wolves little sheep.

There was already a layer of blush on his pale face, his chest heaved violently, and his breathing had already begun to become short of breath.

It even attracted reporters.

"Get out, get out."

Xunguang squeezed into the crowd, rushed to Yan Mo, gave Xunguang the asthma medicine, and put his hands in front of Yan Mo.

She glared at the four middle-aged men in front of her: "What are you doing!"

"We are teaching him a lesson. He shouldn't think that we don't know that his paintings are plagiarized when he comes back from abroad. It is a disgrace to our oil painting industry to use such strong words in front of the original author to gain fame."

"That's right, this portrait is clearly a portrait of a young girl. The composition and characters are very similar. How dare you hang it up for the exhibition."

"What young artists, I think, are all for fame."

Xun Guang looked back at the paintings on the wall.

Then he was stunned, he tightly protected Yan Mo behind him, and said loudly: "Open your eyes wide and see, who is the person in the painting, I think it is you who are trying to gain fame, I have never heard of your name, But I just searched, and your paintings have no aura, full of craftsmanship, only beginners need to learn from your paintings!"

The more she spoke, the more excited she became, and she was stunned by what the four middle-aged men said, and almost died on the spot in shame and anger.

The man named Young said angrily: "What are you talking about? Do you know who I am? Do you know how to paint? You are just commenting on other people's paintings! It's obvious that he is plagiarizing."

Xun Guang raised his head high and said loudly: "What plagiarism? Open your eyes and see who the person in the painting is. You are so blind and you dare to say that you are a painter!"

Everyone couldn't help looking at the painting, and then glanced at Xunguang, and suddenly realized that the person in the painting was right in front of them.

The person in the painting hangs her head slightly, her eyes are full of tears, her brows are tightly frowned, she doesn't know why she is sad, and there is a heavy rain behind her, which makes her sad so heartbreaking.

It turns out that the person in the painting is the one who protects Yan Mo.

Now she was like a hen guarding her chicks, her slender eyebrows suddenly became angry, staring at the four middle-aged men in front of her.

(End of this chapter)