Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

At the same time, Tang Wenwan's paintings, which were placed side by side with their two painting tables, naturally attracted everyone's attention.

The same various materials form a ruin on the brown-green background. Amid the criss-crossing chaos, a budding flower emerges.

In the midst of vast expanses of desolation and chaos, that tiny bit of bright red is a force of vitality that cannot be ignored. It seems to give everyone new hope, and everyone can't help but be touched by it.

"It's me, Wanwan. My expression is more mature and rich now than it was ten years ago."

In fact, Zhang Yunlin had been standing beside her painting table with bated breath, and until the painting was completed, he couldn't help but sigh with stars in his eyes.

Although she was almost numb to the constant praise from Mr. Zhang, Tang Wenwan still blushed and said modestly:

"Grandpa, I'm just throwing out some ideas. Look, everyone's performance is pretty good."

"Sister, sister, look at what I drew."

Masako Kobayashi was waving in the distance. She had just finished her work and was excited to share it with Tang Wenwan.

This is a painting made with a mixture of crayons and colored pencils. It features blue sky and white clouds, sea and sunshine. There is a little girl floating in the sky, happily waving her wings and soaring.

The picture is simple and innocent. Although there is no concept of perspective structure, it gives people a refreshing feeling of relaxation and comfort.

"Masako's painting is so beautiful! Our Masako is so happy!"

Tang Wenwan looked at the painting and, like the people behind her, couldn't help but laugh.

"I think it's great too. I didn't expect that I could actually draw the state of meditation I was in just now."

Masako Kobayashi was very proud of the praise and shook her head proudly.

Tang Wenwan smiled and nodded, then turned and walked towards Zhang Xiufang beside her.

"Grandma, is this a painting of your home in Italy?"

Old Mrs. Zhang completed a watercolor painting. The painting showed a small castle. In front of the castle was a green area with a very tall tree on the green area. A man was sitting on a bench under the tree.

"I haven't been back for a long time. When I close my eyes, all I can think of is what my home looked like when he was still here."

The old lady spoke a little dejectedly, the sadness on her face was as heartbreaking as the picture.

"Grandma, I will probably be going to Italy for a while soon. Can I come to your house to see you then?"

Tang Wenwan half-hugged the old man's shoulders and asked quietly in a voice that only she could hear.

"Really? Then I'll go home and wait for you. You must come!"

The old man grabbed her hand and whispered excitedly, his worried expression instantly disappearing.

Tang Wenwan nodded in agreement and promised again in the old lady's ear.

"Of course, of course! I'll go home and pack and get ready as soon as I get off the boat."

The old lady's eyes lit up and she immediately changed her future plans, feeling that her life was injected with new excitement.

"Is Mrs. Li satisfied with her paintings?"

Finally, she came to Wang Likun's work and saw that the black and white ink painting in front of her looked like a mess, but in fact it was very regularly composed of various lines arranged in different shadowy frames. Tang Wenwan raised her eyebrows involuntarily and looked at Wang Likun.

Wang Likun was also confused by her own painting. She didn't expect that she could actually create such a chaotic work.

“You are an exhibitionist!”

Lee Myung-bak was commenting seriously on the painting, and it was obvious that he did not quite understand the meaning of the painting. However, he was still surprised and proud that his wife could create such a work.

"What expressionism? I don't even know what the hell I'm painting."

Wang Likun rolled her eyes at her husband and habitually retorted in a bad mood, even feeling that he was deliberately mocking her.

"When you were meditating just now, were you unable to calm your mind?"

Tang Wenwan asked as she looked at her painting.

"Yeah, the more I want to calm down, the harder it is. Actually, I'm not thinking about anything, but my mind is just a mess."

"You've been working really hard, the internal friction is so serious."

Tang Wenwan kept her eyes fixed on the painting in front of her as she spoke without raising her head, but she never expected that these words would bring tears to her eyes.

"No, no, I'm fine."

Wang Likun's fingers, which had been pressing on the drawing board, had turned white, and she argued with her neck stiff.

"Yeah, how could she not be good? No one is better than her!"

Lee Myung-bak interrupted from the side, looking at her paintings with relish and organizing the professional vocabulary in his mind to prepare for his comments.

Tang Wenwan then raised her head and looked at the couple. One was heartless, and the other was trying hard to avoid her.

"You know what the biggest disappointment between lovers is? It's that she's standing in front of you and you can't see her."

She sighed and said to Mingbo.

"I don't know what you have discovered between you or how you get along, but I hope you will look at this painting carefully and get to know your wife seriously."

"She~this painting~what happened to her?"

Lee Myung-bak was dazed for a moment by what she said. He looked at the painting, then at his wife, whose face was filled with indescribable expression. Only then did he realize that his expertise could no longer verify the true meaning of the picture.

"There's nothing to avoid. Is there any man and woman in this world who are a perfect match?

But I hope you can understand that when two people are together, they need not only tolerance, but also the ability to open themselves to each other without reservation. "

The old soul spoke through the mouth of a 20-year-old girl about the philosophy of getting along with others that she had realized after half a lifetime. She patted the moved Wang Likun on the shoulder, and looked at Jiang Kaichen not far away, who was looking at her thoughtfully.

"Grandpa, could you please ask the staff to display all the works today so that we can interact and exchange ideas?"

After calming down, Tang Wenwan discussed with Zhang Yunlin in a clear voice as the end of today's class.

After a while, with the assistance of the staff, a whole wall of works appeared in front of everyone.

"Before I started painting today, I mentioned the concept that heaven and earth are not benevolent. Of course, some of you disagree with my point of view. As a summary of today's class, let's talk about whether heaven and earth are benevolent from the perspective of the work."

Tang Wenwan led everyone to the exhibition wall and spoke to everyone about the works.

“As we all know, each of you who can stand here today not only has great wealth, but also an impressive family background.

Among the general public, you are naturally the group at the top of the pyramid.

But now that you are facing the world that you have drawn with your own hands, is there still any difference between the world of heaven and earth for you?

Heaven and earth are not kind, but all beings are equal. Each of us has our own world. But have you ever truly felt and accepted that world?

I would like to ask everyone to applaud your own works. Not only are everyone's works today very well done, but I believe that each work has also brought you different insights and thoughts. Everyone go back and digest it, and we will continue tomorrow. "

There was thunderous applause in the studio. There was excitement, admiration, and emotion... Everyone was reluctant to leave for a long time. Even Liu Tianxiang, who had been expressionless, seemed to have a gleam in his eyes.