poorer than

Fang Zhiqing felt amazed at the first sight of Xia Xingcheng. This child is so good-looking. He really is as picturesque as a person, just like when he saw maddog's painting at that time. He stood up excitedly and walked away. Reaching out to someone:

"I can wait for you!"

Xia Xingcheng was a little surprised that the teacher was so enthusiastic, he smiled embarrassedly and shook hands with Fang Zhiqing:

"I'm Xia Xingcheng, I kept the teacher waiting for a long time."

Lu Wei looked at the shy smile on Xia Xingcheng's face, the dimples on the corners of his lips were sunken in cutely, he looked very obedient, his eyes fell on the hands of the two of them shaking hands from the corner of his eye, his eyes gradually darkened.

Fang Zhiqing immediately took Xia Xingcheng to his seat: "Come on, let's have a chat first, do you want something to drink? The teacher has fresh passion fruit Yakult here, do you want to drink?"

Xia Xingcheng's eyes lit up, he had something to drink: "Okay, thank you teacher."

Fang Zhiqing handed Xia Xingcheng the Passion Fruit Yakult that had just been delivered on the table, but was amputated by a hand in the next second. He looked up and saw that it was Lu Wei, and saw him looking at him expressionlessly: "What are you doing?" What? It’s for the children, if you want to drink, I’ll order more.”

"Don't drink cold ones, didn't I tell you?"

Xia Xingcheng looked at Captain Lu with warning eyes, silently withdrew his hands, curled his lips: "Oh."

I complained in my heart that I was stingy.

Fang Zhiqing was a little curious by the delicate atmosphere of these two people: "Are you two... familiar?"

After he finished asking, he saw that the expression on Lu Wei's face seemed a little tense, and he didn't miss the guilt flashing in his eyes, so he smiled knowingly, hey, this is interesting.

"Brother Wei and I are neighbors, we are quite familiar."

Fang Zhiqing understood, and was about to ask some more curious things, but when he felt someone poke his lower back, he turned his head to meet Captain Lu's warning eyes, and then heard the person lower his eyes and grit his teeth and say two words:

"Divestment."

Fang Zhiqing turned her head and immediately smiled at Xia Xingcheng, "Let's talk about the details of the contract first."

Facing the threat of the capitalists, he chose to compromise. The rich are the bosses, so he has to be obedient, although he is curious why Wei Wei didn't let him continue to ask.

"He's not yet an adult. We'll talk about the signing next month." Lu Wei leaned lazily on the desk beside him. He turned his head to look at Fang Zhiqing and said lightly, "Let's talk about the specifics first."

Fang Zhiqing nodded, looked at Xia Xingcheng and said with a smile: "My gallery has just been established and I am the only painter, so I am just bragging about myself, and the business is pretty good. I plan to hold an exhibition next year. First, I want to let my works To be seen, the second is to attract more outstanding artists to sign contracts with the gallery through the exhibition of the excellent works of the contracted painters, and the third is to increase the popularity of the gallery.”

"If you join my gallery, I promise to only charge 5.00% of the agency fee, and then sign the contract for four years. I will provide you with a domestic platform. You will help me build the popularity of the gallery and attract more young artists to join. It's a win-win situation. Anyway, I know your ability, I don't need your education, I just need your ability, after all, you are my idol, it is really an honor to invite you to join my gallery."

Xia Xingcheng was blown away by this wave of rainbows, compared with Lu Wei before, he felt that this was his fanboy, and looked at Lu Wei with disgust.

Lu Wei, who was disliked for unknown reasons: "..."

Why do you look at him so disgustingly? Is it because you don't give him juice?

"Mr. Fang, I am actually very grateful to you for giving me this opportunity, but I have to tell you clearly that I don't know if I can get back the feeling I had before." Xia Xingcheng said frankly: "I was taken away by my dad two years ago. When I returned to China, I would never have the opportunity to touch the painting again. My every move was under surveillance and I was free. During the two years when I did not write, I was very tormented. Can I paint like the previous painting, although I have love, but my love has not been released during the two years of being bound, it has been consumed."

In the quiet office, the teenager used plain words to state what he had been doing during the two years since he disappeared. It was because the tone was too plain that people felt the powerlessness and sadness in the words.

For a person who loves painting, painting is not only the direction of the future, but also a way to express his emotions at present, just like some people like to listen to music and must listen to it every day, but some people force them not to Listen, when a habit is slowly taken away another habit is formed.

The new habit is that I can stop doing the things I used to love all the time, and I can still pick them up easily when I want them, but I no longer have the original feeling.

Lu Wei looked at Xia Xingcheng who was sitting with his head lowered, and the way his eyes were bent down showed that he was sad. His hands on his thighs were tightly clasped, and they turned white due to the force. Maybe it was because of forbearance that made his originally straight back Gradually bending down, he seemed to be able to see the feathers on the wings of the high-spirited young man being plucked out bit by bit. After trying to struggle, he finally compromised in pain, because he was powerless to resist, weak and helpless.

Strip all its feathers until it can't fly.

Just when he was about to go forward to coax him, he saw Xia Xingcheng raised his head, and he looked at the person as if nothing had happened, as if the sadness that enveloped him just now was just his illusion.

But inexplicably made him feel distressed.

"Teacher, you won't be a liar, right?" Xia Xingcheng stared at Fang Zhiqing closely, wanting to get reassurance from his mouth that he didn't want to be cheated of his painting as before, and then the painting became someone else's.

With his strength, no matter what, he can't make waves. If he wants to defend his rights, Xia Shangzhe will crush him to death.In this life, he felt that if he didn't work hard, Xia Shangzhe would look down on him for the rest of his life.

He wanted to resist, and wanted to resist in the way his favorite Xia Shangzhe hated the most.

Can Fang Zhiqing let him do it?

Fang Zhiqing: "...how could I be a liar, I'm just a young man who pursues his dreams, I only need 5.00% for my respect for you, and I lost out on the initial investment."

After speaking, he felt that his back was poked again, and he didn't even need to think that it was Lu Wei who poked it. Also, the father of the gold master is here to say what he lost.

"He's not a liar. I've read the content of the contract. There's nothing wrong with it. You can give it a try." Lu Wei's eyes fell on Xia Xingcheng, and there seemed to be sparks flickering in the depths of his eyes. The long-awaited thought in his heart: "As long as you love it, there is nothing wrong with persevering. You are excellent."

He seemed to be able to feel the pain in Xia Xingcheng's heart, just like himself who burst into tears when he saw Xia Xingcheng's paintings for the first time. He understood the feeling of wanting to vent but being unable to do anything about it.

It is not without reason that Maddog's emotional oil paintings aroused frenzy in France a few years ago. Some people really use their souls to interpret art, so that art can approach people's hearts and soothe them.

It was Xia Xingcheng who saved him.

So it was my turn to save Xia Xingcheng when he was in trouble.

Fang Zhiqing nodded in agreement: "This is the real Xingcheng. In my guess, your age should be 40 to 18 years old, but I never thought that you are less than [-] years old. This is not a genius, what are you doing?" If Xia Xingcheng can't be popular, it's really too much for God to not be popular."

Lu Wei found that this guy's expression was not disturbed when he heard what they said. If he had praised this guy a few words before, he might have jumped up for joy, but he still didn't have any expression.

This also made him think about why Xia Xingcheng disappeared in the best golden age, why he went to Huangcheng Old Street to rent an old house of 500 yuan a month, only himself.

Why did Xia Xingcheng's family treat him like this?What kind of parents would be so cruel to deprive their children of their dreams.

Hearing such praise, Xia Xingcheng felt nothing in his heart. He thought of Xia Shangzhe, and couldn't help sighing: "I think I might have to think again, I'm sorry teacher."

Originally, he had made up his mind, but thinking about it after such depression would make him a little out of breath. This feeling reminded him of when Xia Shangzhe went to France to bring him back two years ago. At that time, he was only 16 years old. Knowing that he is famous for his madness in painting, he is very happy. When he was immersed in his happy world, it was Xia Shangzhe who personally crushed his dream.

The feeling of going from heaven to hell is like being locked in a bottle full of water. He can see outside, but he can't breathe. The deprived self is like a puppet.

Xia Shangzhe was not a good father. Not only did he never give himself warm love, but he also kept placing obstacles one after another on his growth path. He grew up stumbled, and until now he has no chance to resist.

He was afraid that he would experience that heaven-to-hell feeling again.

In his heart, he firmly believes that he can set off a frenzy in the domestic art world, but can he still avoid Xia Shangzhe unscrupulously in China?

Seeing Xia Xingcheng's pale face, Lu Wei frowned, walked up to him and squatted down: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"Brother Wei, do you still remember what I told you about my father?" Xia Xingcheng looked down at Wei Lu, his eyes flickering as if recalling some unhappy things: "Many of my paintings abroad were painted by him." I still can’t let go of what was taken away. I can’t let go of why the studio was burned. I can’t understand why he tried his best to stop me from painting. Why does he always stop me like this? Afraid that if I start painting, he will deal with me again, just like before."

"Why don't they like my drawing? I don't understand."

The hand on the lap gradually became cold because of anxiety, the slightly pursed lips turned white because of the force, and the unwillingness to give in in the eyes was clear and faded because of helplessness.

Because he didn't grow up, he felt very powerless, and he wanted to resist but had no ability.

He felt very lost.

He didn't even dare to touch his most confident painting for a long time, fearing that the confidence he had just built would be destroyed into dust and hurt himself severely again.

"Isn't there me?"

Xia Xingcheng was slightly startled, he watched Wei Lu hold his hand, the wide and warm palm seemed to comfort the sadness in his heart, he lowered his eyes to Wei Lu, only saw Wei Lu's pupils reflected his embarrassment at the moment , as if surrounded by a mass of flames, looking gentle but hot.

Maybe because he likes Lu Wei, he can't hide his fragility in front of Lu Wei. As long as Lu Wei comforts himself, he can collapse instantly.

But now there is still Teacher Fang Zhiqing, he can't be so cowardly, he can only endure the tears in his eyes, not daring to flow out.

Fang Zhiqing saw that the relationship between these two people was not simple and did not say it directly, but rubbed his chin but was thinking about what Xia Xingcheng said:

"Lu Wei, do you remember that an oil painting called "Winter in Paris" was auctioned at the Capital Auction a year ago. The artist was a well-known domestic oil painting painter who has passed away. He was a bit famous. That painting sold for a high price of 6000 million. It shocked a lot of people."

Wei Lu: "I don't know, why do you say this all of a sudden?"

Xia Xingcheng's eyes welled up with uncontrollable emotions, and that sense of powerlessness struck again: "...that's mine."

"What?" Lu Wei frowned, how could he not know, if it was maddog's painting, he wouldn't be unaware, he would never miss any painting.

The only possibility is a painting that has never been published.

Xia Xingcheng raised his hand and wiped his face, pretending to be casual, as if he was stubbornly covering up something, he pursed his lips and his eyes shone slightly:

"Don't even think about it, I know it's my dad's self-directed and self-acted drama. He is telling me that as long as my paintings appear again, he will definitely torture me in this way. He can use my paintings to sign other people's names, or I can take pictures of my paintings by myself, directing and acting myself, but it is actually undermining my confidence and killing my patience.”

The more I thought about it, the more I wondered why there was such a father as Xia Shangzhe, and why he couldn't escape from such a home.

He just wanted to paint.

But he just couldn't formally paint oil paintings in places other than the studio.

For the first time, Lu Wei felt that he could be so angry. He looked at the forced smile on Xia Xingcheng's face. Why should he bully his little Sunshine like this? Why should a boy he cares so much be treated like this? He will set him free.

"Don't be afraid, I'll get it back for you, and I'll get all your paintings back."

Xia Xingcheng looked down at Wei Lu with downcast eyes, as if Wei Lu was holding a crumbling line of defense on the periphery, and now he had the feeling that only Wei Lu would like him in the whole world.

This absolutely unique sense of security can only be given to him by Lu Wei, because Lu Wei does what he says.

The little finger quietly hooked Lu Wei's finger.

Lu Wei felt the slight tremor of his little finger when it was hooked, like Xia Xingcheng's dependence on him and coquettishness, his heart was so soft that it made him even more determined to give Xia Xingcheng back everything.

No one can make his little sun stop smiling.

"Professor Huang and I went there last time. I found something wrong at the first glance, but there are indeed strange things about this painting. I don't know if it has been processed. It is said that the painting style like maddog is not complete, but there are Eight images, there is no signature under the painting. Moreover, the painting was photographed as soon as it appeared. At the beginning, the price was 50, but in the end the buyer directly called for 6000 million, and no one snatched it from him.”

Lu Wei looked at Xia Xingcheng after listening, his eyes seemed to ask: "Is it your father?"

Xia Xingcheng nodded: "It must be him."

Fang Zhiqing was suddenly a little confused, he looked at Xia Xingcheng: "You were forced to wash your hands and not draw?"

Xia Xingcheng sniffed, and said 'um' in a very nasal voice: "My dad won't let me draw."

He was about to raise his hand to rub his nose, and then he saw Lu Wei directly pinch his chin and lifted his sleeve to wipe his nose, not caring at all whether this expensive dress was scrapped or not.

Involuntarily moving his nose to touch Lu Wei's fingertips again, the dimples at the corners of his lips were sunken.

Lu Wei smiled: "Fool." He felt a bit coquettish when his nose touched his fingertips, and he was determined once again that this little guy belonged to him, and no one could bully him.

Fang Zhiqing looked at the two of them expressionlessly: "..."

Let's talk about business. Why do you want to show your affection in front of him, thinking that he will be shown?He is a married woman after all.

... No, it was still shown, because Lu Wei, who has always been silent and reticent, actually felt goosebumps all over his body when he became gentle.

Half-closed his eyes and rubbed his chin, um, that's right, the man behind maddog revived the hope of this long-lost genius painting collection. If there is an exclusive interview, it will definitely reveal who the man behind maddog is. At that time, Lu As soon as Wei's name is said, all the momentum will be created.

He thought that as long as Xia Xingcheng came back out of the rivers and lakes, there would be a wave of oil painting in China. His purpose was exactly this, to let more people learn about oil painting, like oil painting and learn oil painting.

Looking at these two people, I can't help but sigh, it is indeed a perfect combination.

Although he didn't know why maddog's father stopped such a young genius from drawing, he believed that as long as Wei Lu helped push him, no one could stand in front of maddog, because the person who protected him was called Wei Lu, and he had many talents. The ability that everyone sighs.

There are too many unfairnesses in this world, but some unfairness will make people feel convincing, such as Lu Wei.

After the interaction between Xia Xingcheng and Lu Weiqian Mimi, he felt less depressed, so he looked at Fang Zhiqing:

"Teacher, I need some time to find my feelings, why don't you give me a question."

Fang Zhiqing thought about it, he felt that this topic might be better understood by Lu Wei, so he looked at Lu Wei who was squatting in front of Xia Xingcheng and said, "Father, the gold master, you should come out."

Xia Xingcheng was taken aback, the patron's father?

He only felt that his hand was tightly held, and the strong and warm palm wrapped his hand, as if conveying firmness. He looked down at Wei Lu, and looked at Wei Lu's smiling eyes.

"How about rebirth from Nirvana?"

Nirvana rebirth?

These four words seemed to be a hint. He felt a bang in his head. In a trance, he seemed to be surrounded by scorching flames. He was suffering from the torment of the raging fire. The fire continued to spread to his body, and the fire was getting bigger and bigger. , but his hands were tied behind his back, and he tried to break free, but failed.

There was more and more sweat dripping from his forehead, and his vision gradually blurred when it entered his eyes.The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and he felt that the overwhelming fire almost engulfed him, and it might be over.

At this moment, a voice seemed to break through the situation surrounded by raging fire like the polar ice breaking through like a bamboo.

——How about rebirth from Nirvana?

"it is good."

Wei Lu's smile was reflected in his pupils, like a gentle fire that completely occupied his sight, madly attached to Wei Lu's goodness, at this moment, Wei Lu's hand held him tightly, as if It's giving him encouragement.

In the next second, he felt a burst of numbness in his palm. It was Wei Lu's fingertips scratching his palm, his body was a little weak, and he held his breath suddenly.

Looking seriously at Wei Lu's eyes again, the eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses seem to be dyed with different emotions than before, and the tenderness seems to make him restless...

lure?

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Lu Wei: Crazy hints in his eyes.

Chengcheng: I suspect Brother Wei is seducing me with his eyes, but I have no proof.

Fang Zhiqing: I am not single, but I was abused innocently.

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Hee hee hee, happy to see the cuties come out~

Thank you Baibai~

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