Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

Because the first day's class was so lively and successful, everyone came to the studio early on the second day with great anticipation to wait for Tang Wenwan.

"You guys are always so early, I always feel like I'm late!"

When Tang Wenwan entered the room, she saw everyone already prepared and waiting for her, and she greeted them awkwardly.

She turned around and rolled her eyes at Jiang Kaichen. It was this man who forced her to eat this and that, and wasted the reserved time.

Liu Tianxiang was particularly proactive today. He took a step forward and pulled Tang Wenwan towards the deck. Before everyone could react, he had already assumed a meditation pose on the yoga mat next to Tang Wenwan.

Everyone followed suit, and without further ado, they all quickly entered a state of meditation following the music.

"I heard that everyone is very interested in my painting."

After the meditation, we returned to the studio and were surprised to see that yesterday's work hanging on the wall was the work that was auctioned for a whopping 150 million the night before.

Tang Wenwan asked everyone to observe her paintings closely and said with a smile.

"I drew this when I was ten years old. I never expected it to be so well-received by everyone."

This oil painting sketch of a figure's eye looks unique and mysterious from a distance, but when you get really close, you will discover the looseness of the brushstrokes and the luminous sense of the colors, which can only be described as brilliant brushwork.

"I'm sorry, but this painting is of my lover. It's how he looked in my mind when he was a teenager. This is a memory between him and me, so I don't plan to share this painting with everyone."

She glanced at Jiang Kaichen and explained with red ears, a rare hint of girlish shyness on her face.

"Is this your lover? Sister, you already have a lover? Did you fall in love with him when you were so young?"

Masako Kobayashi was the first to make a noise. She was so excited about this big news that she seemed like she had gotten some exclusive news.

"Well, I just liked it at that time. Now when I look at this painting again, I realize that I actually fell in love with it at that time."

Tang Wenwan was speaking frankly, as if she was being interviewed. Her face was flushed and her eyes kept drifting towards Jiang Kaichen who was not far away.

"Is this painting of him?"

Lee Myung-bak is worthy of his keen observation ability as a painter. He was the first to react that the eyes in the painting should be the man who had been guarding Tang Wenwan for the past two days.

Everyone looked at Jiang Kaichen, only to find that this man, who had been restraining his aura, had eyes exactly like the one in the portrait, except that his eagle eyes were colder and more mature than in the painting.

"Yes, it's him!"

Tang Wenwan looked at Jiang Kaichen openly and introduced him seriously and proudly:

"He's my fiancé now."

"There is love in this painting. There is love in the brushstrokes you used to paint him, and there is love in the look in his eyes when he looks at you. The reason why everyone recognizes it is not just because of your background as the little prodigy of the Tang family, but more because they are infected by the power of love that it projects invisibly!"

Old lady Zhang Xiufang looked at the painting and commented slowly. She also raised the sign the night before yesterday. Who could not be moved by such a magical painting?

"Well, but this is our love, it belongs only to me and him."

Tang Wenwan clapped her hands.

"You can also draw your own love. Our class assignment today is to draw the person you love most in your heart!"

"Ah~ I have to draw a character today. The difficulty has increased again!"

Before Tang Wenwan finished her words, Masako was the first to shout, looking depressed and without confidence. She didn't even have the mood to eat melons.

"With love, nothing is difficult."

Tang Wenwan smiled and explained:

“You see, this painting of mine is just a close-up of a part. From a realistic point of view, the modeling is not even rigorous enough.

So, just like the world I saw while drawing meditation yesterday, today I still hope that everyone can let go and use whatever method you can think of to depict the person you love most in different forms. "

After saying this, Tang Wenwan turned to Li Mingbo and said:

"There are no special requirements for you today. You can use the materials and methods that you are best at to complete this work, but you must not deviate from the topic."

This time, Lee Myung-bak didn't say much. He and his wife just stared at each other, and no one knew what they were thinking.

Because of yesterday’s experience, everyone quickly entered the creative state today.

"How about I donate this painting to your cruise ship exhibition hall as payment for the voyage?"

Today, Mr. Zhang's attention was all on old lady Zhang Xiufang who was painting, and he didn't think of urging her to hand in the homework. Tang Wenwan, who had some free time, walked up to Jiang Kaichen with her hands behind her back and teased him intentionally.

"No, this is ours, put it back in our own home!"

Jiang Kaichen was very happy with the indirect confession in the morning. He hugged the person again and was about to masturbate, but was interrupted by an annoyed voice.

"Sister, I have never been in love, where can I find a lover?"

Masako Kobayashi and Liu Tianxiang were holding paintbrushes, staring at each other in confusion, and they didn't even bother to ask her for help while eating a mouthful of dog food.

"You are being too narrow-minded. Romance is not the only thing that is love. Family love, friendship, self-love, and even the feeling of being moved at a certain moment are all love, aren't they?"

Tang Wenwan shook off Jiang Kaichen's clutches and walked towards them with a smile. She went to their painting table and patiently explained to them.

"In this life, we grow up in different kinds of love. If I can't really draw a specific person, you can also draw a moment that makes you feel the love the most, a look, a smile, anything is fine."

Liu Tianxiang stared at Tang Wenwan for a while, then suddenly lowered his head and started to work, while Kobayashi Masako was still biting the paintbrush, thinking hard.

"Ms. Zhang, your painting style is very personal."

When Zhang Yunlin's voice rang out in the studio, everyone's work was almost finished.

Old lady Zhang Xiufang is still painting a watercolor today. In the midst of lush greenery, there is the back of an old man sitting on a bench.

The theme of today's painting is people, so although the back figure looks a little empty in the green smudge, the vigorous lines make the figure stand out, and even when sitting, it is still very upright and majestic.

"You~Is this picture of me?"

Lee Myung-bak's voice seemed very confused in the context of Mr. Zhang's praise.

He pointed at the portrait in his wife's painting and asked with a bit of frustration.

Today, Wang Likun still uses ink painting to complete her work, but in the ink-stained picture, a blank male head portrait has no facial features at all.

"Oh, you don't know how to draw facial features?"

Sensing that something was wrong with his wife's expression, Lee Myung-bak tried to explain himself, but his smile was very awkward.

"I think it's you who can't draw facial features?"

Masako Kobayashi pointed at his painting and commented with disdain.

Everyone then discovered that on Lee Myung-bak's canvas, a girl's head was lifelike, but the facial features did not seem to have much to do with his wife Wang Likun~~