Xueba Queen's vest

Although Ye Wushuang is only his girlfriend at the moment, Ji has the cheek to round up and treat Ye Wushuang as his daughter-in-law.

Even the daughter-in-law dares to think about it, but it's reasonable to think about the warm home of the two, right?

It is a matter of course to buy some decorations for the home to improve the appreciation.

Therefore, there is the theory of auctioning oil paintings and decorating walls.

"What oil painting?" Ye Wushuang turned to ask him, wearing a light-colored apron, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, and was about to chop vegetables.

Behind her are the neatly cut and arranged fresh ingredients, and behind her is the twilight sky and the fading sunset in the distance.

With a twinkle in Ji Shen's eyes, he knew that this scene was extremely beautiful.

Just look at it, and the fatigue and irritability accumulated during the day will disappear.

"A 'light'." Ji Shen turned the painting over and showed it to Ye Wushuang.

The oil painting is taken from the dark forest scenery, and the trees and bushes are vivid and intertwined.

But the dark forest is not the main character, but the radiance of the sun in the depths is.

The painter drew the "light",

The dazzling sun radiated rays of light, penetrating the forest, dust flying in the rays, and the leaves facing the sun were all dyed golden.

This is an oil painting that looks like a photo, realistic and gorgeous, exquisite and detailed, showing the artist's extraordinary skills and research on light.

"How much is this painting?" Ye Wushuang shifted his gaze to this extremely handsome man's face.

"2000 million." Ji Shen said lightly, "Because the artist of this painting, Light, is still alive, this painting is still cheap."

There is an unwritten saying in the art circle that the value of a painter's work is generally judged according to how long the painter has been dead.

Many painters become famous only after they die, and their works appreciate in value.

Painters such as Leonardo da Vinci, Picasso, and Van Gogh may not be able to photograph their works even if they start at billions of dollars, so they are extremely valuable for collection.

As for contemporary painters who are still alive, no matter how beautiful their works are, they are basically not expensive, and it is not bad if they can reach millions.

Except for some super evildoers.

Light is one of the best monsters.

Light, literally translated as "light", is also very good at painting light.

Therefore, there is a good name in the international art world, namely: light magician.

It means that she is like a magician, chanting a spell to "change" the light on the paper, just like a miracle, making the seer intoxicated and peaceful.

It is also said that she must have seen the darkest darkness in order to paint the truest light.

Regardless of the truth, Light's works are very popular, and Light himself is very low-key, so only a few works have been circulated, which naturally caused the price to exceed tens of millions.

"You lost 2000 million." Ye Wushuang frowned: "I told you that you like this kind of painting, so I'll draw one for you."

In other words, are her paintings worth so much money?

She didn't care at all.

At that time, I learned oil painting just to complete a certain task.

"You draw?" Ji Shen was stunned for a moment, his brain turned quickly, and his tone slightly increased: "Are you a light magician Light?"

He really likes Light's paintings, otherwise he wouldn't spend 2000 million to take pictures.

"Yeah." Ye Wushuang nodded.

"Then I really lost 2000 million." Ji Shen put the painting aside, walked into the kitchen, came behind Ye Wushuang, and wrapped his arms around Ye Wushuang's waist.

"What's wrong?" Ye Wushuang lowered his head to chop vegetables.

"It's nothing, I just want to hold you like this." The man chuckled, and Ye Wushuang's invisible black eyes flashed with distress.

If Ye Wushuang is Light, then the saying "she must have seen the darkest darkness before she can paint the truest light" is true.

She must have been extremely desperate in the dark night, to be able to see the light so clearly, and to paint on paper, as if it were a real thing.

"Help me wash the vegetables." Ye Wushuang suddenly thought of something and assigned a task.

"Okay." Ji Shen resigned to his fate and went to wash vegetables by the pool.

The two studied the recipe together for half an hour, and the dinner was ready.

One serving of spicy pork ribs, one serving of shredded cabbage, and one serving of three delicacies soup, the taste is acceptable and the heat is well controlled.

Before going to bed, Ye Wushuang took out "100 Little Things about Love" and ticked "Make Dinner Together".

Ji Shen's brows and eyes slightly curved.

With such a serious look, those who don't know her might think she is dealing with a business worth several hundred million yuan.

After closing the booklet, Ye Wushuang was familiar with it, and found a good place to lie down and fall asleep in Ji Shen's arms.

Ji Shen couldn't sleep.

Ye Wushuang's identity as a painter is Light, which stands for light.

Ye Wushuang's identity as an original musician is Freedom, which stands for freedom.

How much she desires these two things is why she is so named.

Ji Shen looked down at the sleeping, defenseless girl, You Ze's eyes flashed.

your past.

How exactly.

-

University classes are different from high school classes. Sometimes there are many classes, sometimes there are few classes, and sometimes there are no classes.

Since the new task has not been released yet, Ye Wushuang usually does not have much to do, and spends his time researching recipes, buying kitchen utensils, and pulling Ji Shen to complete 100 small things.

down for a few days.

The two went to movie nights together, cleaned the house together, and played video games together.

Ye Wushuang is very satisfied that he has completed a few more 100 small things.

Ji Shen is also okay.

If you don't get sprayed by passers-by players because you are too good at playing games.

If I didn't finish my work at the company during the day, I would move heavy objects upstairs and downstairs at night to throw away garbage.

And if Ye Wushuang didn't pick "Railway Guerrilla" for the night movie that night.

He can be better.

Especially the movie thing.

It's not that the movie "Railway Guerrilla" is not good, nor is it that the movie is not meaningful.

The main reason is that when he watched such a movie, he sat in awe and sat upright, feeling that it was a bit inappropriate to hold hands with Ye Wushuang.

night.

Ji Shen, who learned from the painful experience, bought an ice cream and went home.

"Why do you suddenly want to eat ice cream?" Ye Wushuang said in surprise.

Ji Shen doesn't like sweet things very much.

"Among the 100 little things I remember, there is the incident of 'eating ice cream together'." The man felt aggrieved.

"Well, there is indeed." Ye Wushuang nodded, took a small spoon, dug it into his mouth, and handed the ice cream to the man.

The man didn't answer, but pressed the back of her head, leaned over to enclose her lips, and swallowed the unmelted ice cream from her mouth.

"That's right." The man solemnly ticked off 100 small things.

Out of the corner of his eye, he fell on Ye Wushuang, and found that her face was turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye. It only took a few seconds from cold to shy.

-

The time came to the campus art exhibition of the University of Finance and Economics.

Most of the works in the exhibition are from the students of the Academy of Fine Arts, and a small part are from students from other departments.

Each work is marked with a public welfare price. Xie Anran, who held the exhibition, said that all the proceeds from the exhibition will be donated to public welfare organizations.

This aroused the enthusiasm of everyone watching the exhibition.

Even Duan Mujing held Ye Wushuang's arm, looking forward with anticipation: "Cousin, let's go to the art exhibition too!"

[The author has something to say]

I can't hold it anymore, so much for today, I owe you guys more, okay?