Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

The not-so-small studio was soon filled with five people, each occupying one side. Tang Wenwan retreated to a corner with a smile on her face, but was grabbed by Mr. Zhang.

"Little girl, show us your skills and let Grandpa have some fun."

Zhang Yunlin pointed to the various drawing materials and drawing boards that he had prepared for Tang Wenwan behind him, and urged them on with great excitement.

Tang Wenwan looked at Mr. Zhang with a look of unrejectable determination, feeling both amused and helpless. She felt like she was back in her long-lost student days when she was urged to hand in her homework.

"Okay, okay, I will definitely draw, Grandpa!"

While comforting the old man, she obediently walked towards the drawing table.

Just as he picked up the pen, a scream broke the original tranquility of the studio.

"what!"

The heart-wrenching scream startled everyone. In front of Liu Tianxiang's drawing table, Lee Myung-bak was pushed to the ground by him.

"what!!!!"

Liu Tianxiang covered his head like a little wild animal and roared at Lee Myung-bak who was lying on the ground. Lee Myung-bak was so scared that his face turned pale and he kept backing away on the ground with his hands.

"What happened?"

Mr. Zhang and his staff were the first group to gather around.

"Ah!! Ah!!! Ah!!!!"

The more people gathered, the harder Liu Tianxiang screamed. He covered his head, crossed his feet, and stared at Lee Myung-bak with red eyes. His waist was being held and he struggled violently, like a little lion that was ready to pounce on him at any time.

"Let him go!"

With the help of Jiang Kaichen, Tang Wenwan finally squeezed through the wall of staff and made her way to the front.

As Liu Tianxiang continued to scream, she tried to raise her voice and even reached out to push away the hands that were restraining the little boy.

"What did you do to him?"

When Tang Wenwan finally drove away the staff and protected Liu Tianxiang, she questioned Lee Myung-bak rudely.

"I~I don't have it~"

Lee Myung-bak paused when asked, timidly glanced at Liu Tianxiang who was standing behind her, and answered in a low voice. Fortunately, he was no longer as nervous as if he was running for his life just now.

Feeling the breath behind her stagnate, Tang Wenwan turned around and saw the little boy's face flushed red, looking like he was about to lose his temper again.

She turned around, took his hand, glanced at his drawing table, and turned away without saying a word.

"Did you touch his painting materials?"

Tang Wenwan squeezed Liu Tianxiang's hand and asked Li Mingbo who had been helped to stand up.

"Ah~uh~yeah~"

Lee Myung-bak then admitted it embarrassedly.

"Look at what a mess he has. Mineral powder, foam, wood, glass, and quartz sand~~~~"

As he spoke, he glared at Liu Tianxiang a little frustrated, thinking that if I were to paint with these things like him, you might as well kill me!

Only then did everyone see that the little boy's drawing table was indeed filled with a mountain of materials.

Tang Wenwan was so disappointed that she glared at Li Mingbo, then turned to Liu Tianxiang and said:

"It seems that the world that Tianxiang wants to paint is very rich!"

He pulled the man to the front of the stage and helped him put the scattered materials in order before speaking to him again.

"Go ahead, I know you want to surprise me."

The little boy slowly calmed down, but he held Tang Wenwan's hand tightly and was unwilling to let go.

Tang Wenwan patted the back of his hand to show him that he was relieved, and asked Zhang Lao to move his own drawing table next to his desk and said to him:

"Don't worry, I won't leave. I'll paint with you. I'll use the same materials as you do. Let's see whose world is more interesting."

Liu Tianxiang stared at her in disbelief for a long time without moving, until the staff really lifted Tang Wenwan's drawing table over and put it together with his. Then he slowly let go of her hand and began his own creation.

“You who are engaged in contemporary art should have heard of Picasso’s famous quote, right?”

After finally calming Liu Tianxiang down, Tang Wenwan slowly moved to Lee Myung-bak's side and asked softly.

"Which sentence?"

“I’ve spent my whole life learning to draw like a child!”

Before Lee Myung-bak could recover from the shock, his wife Wang Likun answered from the side.

Tang Wenwan looked at her with relief and nodded, then explained in a low voice.

"In your eyes, Tianxiang is a self-enclosed child, but what you can't see is that his closed space may be the wonderful thing that we have never touched."

Seeing that everyone except Liu Tianxiang who had already started to create had stopped what they were doing and looked at her, Tang Wenwan simply walked to the middle of the studio and said loudly to everyone:

“I believe that the short meditation process just now, asking everyone to capture the images that flashed or only flashed in their minds in the form of painting, is difficult for everyone, both in terms of thinking summary and expression method.

However, I hope you will believe in yourself, express yourself according to your heart, break through all restrictions and limitations, and accept the surprises you give yourself.”

Except for Lee Myung-bak, the few people who originally had no idea where to start suddenly felt the urge to give it a try after hearing these words. The desire to perform was bubbling in their hearts, and their attention was all returned to their own drawing boards. No one cared about anything else.

"If you really don't know where to start, you can wait and see. With your ability and ideas, you will be able to act quickly."

Finally, Tang Wenwan turned to Lee Myung-bak and spoke patiently. This time, her eyes were calm and full of understanding, without any other emotions.

The studio returned to silence. No one spoke anymore. Only the rustling sound of various materials echoing in the room could be heard.

No one expected that Liu Tianxiang's work would be the first to take shape. It was a door-shaped sculpture made of various materials. The overall shape had the solidity of an ancient Chinese city gate, and the door was beautifully and illusory with fragments of materials in various colors.

He found some huge boards from somewhere and painted them all black. They stood behind the door like a deep background, just like a black hole in space and time, making the whole door look like a entrance connecting heaven and earth.

This time, not only the onlookers, but even Tang Wenwan was stunned.

"Heaven and earth are not kind~"

She murmured with a sigh.

Lee Myung-bak looked down at the abstract paintings he had created by piling up various materials. The collision of textures of different materials achieved a better fusion of various colors, and it seemed that the creative bottleneck that had been bothering him was suddenly solved.

"Ren~ Too kind~"

He excitedly rushed to Liu Tianxiang again, wanting to express his gratitude with great enthusiasm.

"I didn't know it was possible to do this! You're so awesome! No wonder the teacher asked me to learn from you!"

He stretched out his hand and wanted to hug Liu Tianxiang, but Liu Tianxiang dodged his move and shouted happily.

Everyone then noticed that Lee Myung-bak's work was also completed. It was a masterpiece more than one meter high. The same material as Liu Tianxiang was spread out on the surface of the painting. The rich and structured color combination formed a vivid abstract painting. The warm feeling of life jumped out, infecting every viewer with a surging feeling projected on them.