After his rebirth, Si Ye was addicted to his wife

"It's just a matter of raising your hands for him to save you."

Later, when he chatted with Gu Sihan about this matter, he asked him what he thought at that time.

Who knew that Gu Sihan didn't care about this matter, he couldn't even remember who he saved.

After several reminders from him, Gu Sihan chuckled lightly, and lazily said: "I stand closest to the falling water point, we held the party in the name of our Gu family back then, I don't want anyone to be there at that time Surprise."

Bo Anya has long refused to listen to anyone's advice, and she didn't feel any pain when her nails dug deep into her palm, "I can't possibly lose to that woman!"

"Okay! Sit down and eat!" Bo Guobin kept a cold face, he didn't want to hear about these love-hate entanglements,

He was bored to death.

But now Bo Ran spoke again, his eyes were as persistent as Bao Anya's, "Dad, just let me be with Fang Zhong."

Bo Guobin had one head and two big ones, "I don't like that Cheng Fangzhong!"

"But I like it." Bo Ran muttered, "Letting him marry me is not marrying you."

"You...!" Bo Guobin was unable to refute.

He just sat down and stuffed a chopstick of vegetables into his mouth, pretending he didn't hear anything.

Bo Ran complained softly, "I have never liked a man so much before, why don't you let me be with him?"

Bo Guobin remained indifferent and lowered his head to cook.

"Ran Ran, I really don't understand why you like that Cheng Fangzhong!" Bo Anya snorted, "It's clear that you want family background but not family background, you want good looks but not good looks."

If her younger sister liked an outstanding man like Gu Sihan, she would have better think about it, but that Cheng Fangzhong is simply useless.

As an older sister, she also disapproves of this marriage.

"Fang Zhongcai is not useless." Bo Ran muttered, "Fang Zhong is the most powerful artist I have ever seen, and he even held a solo exhibition abroad!"

At the first meeting, she was attracted by Cheng Fangzhong's unique artist temperament.

Unexpectedly, the more she got to know him, the more she realized that he was different from the others.

He is thoughtful, talented, and humble.

He has the patience to draw a picture for her every day, and he can use those artist's hands to record every bit of their togetherness.

Only when she was with Cheng Fangzhong did she know what romance is.

"To be able to hold a solo exhibition." Bo Guobin murmured in a low voice, "That still requires some ability."

Seeing that Bo Guobin's attitude had improved, Bo Ran smiled, "Dad, wait for me."

After finishing speaking, she ran upstairs and took down a pile of paintings.

"Dad, you have insisted on letting me learn Chinese painting for so many years, isn't it because you like Chinese painting? Let me show you these Chinese paintings drawn by Fang Zhong."

Bo Guobin is indeed very interested in traditional Chinese painting, and even the entire wall of the collection room at home is covered with paintings.

All this is because of her...

Thinking of this, Bo Guobin's seasoned eyes were unnaturally gloomy.

He calmed down, took the paintings from Bo Ran, and looked at them carefully one by one.

When I saw the end, I couldn't help sighing, "Hmm! The painting style is not bad, the breath is warm and thick, the brush and ink are exquisite, and the charm is vivid. He is indeed a good painter."

Bo Ran said good things while the iron was hot, "Dad, Fang Zhong is really good, and there are really not many people who can settle down to study Chinese painting these days."

Looking at these paintings, Bo Guobin sighed, "He is indeed a nice young man."

"Then..." Bo Ranxi smiled, "Father, do you agree with me being with Fang Zhong?"

Bo Guobin returned the painting in his hand to her, "Oh, as a father, I just hope that you will live a safe and happy life, and I don't want you to be frowning all day because of this kind of thing."

"Of course." Bo Ran grabbed Bo Guobin's hand coquettishly, "I just want to marry him, I only like him."

Just like him.

"Forget it." There was an inexplicable emotion in Bo Guobin's heart.

After all, liking is the most important thing.

Unlike him and Ruolan, who didn't like each other but were ordered by the family to be together.

From the looks of outsiders now, the children are in groups and the family is harmonious.

But only he knows that when the two of them are alone, each of them misses the other person they can't get.

He has experienced this kind of pain before, and naturally he doesn't want his children to experience it again.

"Then dad, did you agree to let me be with Fang Zhong?" Bo Ran jumped up happily.

"It's not impossible to be together." Bo Guobin said seriously after thinking for a moment, "But his family background is not good, since he decided to take the road of traditional Chinese painting, he must at least become one of the top ten Chinese painters in China. Low-level painters can’t give you the life you want.”

"Dad, don't worry, Fang Zhong has not been famous in China these years because he just returned to China."

"Then let him find a way to get into the Chinese Painting Association first." Bo Guobin said lightly, "I heard that the Chinese Painting Association will hold a Chinese Painting Competition in the near future, and the No.1 entry is expected to be accepted by President Zhu as an apprentice. The future is limitless."

In this way, he is worthy of Ran Ran.

"Dad, Fang Zhong is very self-motivated, he signed up a long time ago." Bo Ran said with a smile.

"That's not bad."

"And, with his strength, it's easy to win No.1."

"This is an opportunity, we have to grasp it well." Now that he talked about the topic he was interested in, Bo Guobin simply chatted, "President Zhu has been studying Chinese painting for many years, and he has always been known as the No. 1 Chinese painting in Huaguo. Never accepting apprentices, recruiting new disciples this time can be regarded as setting a precedent."

"Dad, Fang Zhong told me that President Zhu never accepted apprentices because he was once rejected by a defiant little painter." Bo Ran was dubious, "Is there really someone who would refuse President Zhu's request to accept apprentices?"

This is the opportunity that thousands of painters in Huaguo dream of.

To become President Zhu's apprentice, the road ahead will be a bright one.

"That's not some arrogant little painter!" Bo Guobin's face became serious when he said this, "Even if that person doesn't take President Zhu as his teacher, he can sell a painting at a high price of over [-] million yuan. Her paintings are deeply loved by the nobles of Kyoto!"

"A high price of more than [-] million?" Bo Anya couldn't help exclaiming, "But the only Chinese painter who can sell a painting with a price of more than [-] million, isn't it the mysterious Ye Ran who never shows up?"

"That's right." Bo Guobin stroked his beard, "It's Yeran."

Ye Ran was the one who had rejected President Zhu's request to accept a disciple.

Even now, in his collection room, there is still a "Mount Lushan Picture" which was painted by night dyeing with great difficulty.

Because Ye Ran hasn't published a new work for more than a year, her paintings are now priceless and hard to find.

So his "Mount Lushan Picture" is going to be sold now, and I am afraid that it can sell for three or four times the original price.

There are many painters in the world of Chinese painting, and the only thing that can make paintings have stored value is probably only Yeran.