The medicine jar is loved and abused

In order to make amends to Shen Ning, Mrs. Qin invited him to a party at home, saying that it was a small-scale gathering among friends, and this kind of invitation with a personal nature was far more intimate than a business occasion.That afternoon, Xie Yin took Shen Ning to Qin's house.

This is the second time they have come to Qin's house. The last time Shen Ning was still wearing silly volunteer clothes.

Mrs. Qin held a leisurely small party similar to a tea party. It was indeed very private, not many people were invited, but it still occupied most of the living room.There are several sofas and bar counters loosely arranged in the living room, and snacks and snacks are scattered randomly.

When Shen Ning arrived, those who arrived earlier had already found their seats and sat down.As if the flowing water parted along the branch road, these people naturally separated on both sides.On one side is the wealthy businessman family headed by Mr. Qin, and on the other side are painters who are not very elegant.

In fact, these painters also have to become famous, well-dressed, not inferior to ordinary rich people, and some of them are highly respected and highly praised. However, the huge difference in aura is like an insurmountable gap, which makes the two factions distinct.

Shen Ning's gaze swept across the crowd of painters, his pupils trembled slightly when passing by a figure, he quickly retracted his gaze, and placed it on the void as if nothing had happened.Qiao Yuyan was originally chatting with two painters, but when she saw Shen Ning and the others coming, she walked over and said, "Mr. Xie, Mr. Shen, you are here."

"Mr. Shen, are you feeling better?"

"It's all right."

"My aunt and uncle have already greeted the people of the Zhao family, this time Zhao Xiu will suffer." Seeing Xie Yin chatting with other people, she sneaked up and said:

"However, my uncle said that Mr. Xie seems to disagree with the Zhao family's punishment of Zhao Xiu. He will continue to suppress the Zhao family until he gets a satisfactory reply. The Zhao family is a chain supermarket and has a close relationship with the Xie Group. Mr. Xie will make things difficult for him, the Zhao family won't last long."

"Ah, that's it."

Shen Ning replied dryly. To be honest, he was not very interested in what Xie Yin would do. After all, Xie Yin was a "protagonist" with the same status as him. As a protagonist, anything is possible.On the contrary, Qiao Yuyan thought he was too moved, gave him a meaningful look, and whispered:

"Mr. Xie really cares about you, and I envy you."

Shen Ning: "..."

He could only say sincerely: "You will definitely find someone who treats you sincerely in the future."

On the other end, Xie Yin was greeting Mr. Qin with a glass of red wine in his hand.Qin Kexian's business is not very big, but he has a deep foundation in the local area and an intricate network of relationships, so he can be regarded as a very good broker.

"Mr. Xie, I heard that you are currently developing a case with Haibin. There are many people watching this case. You need to work harder."

Xie Yin smiled and said, "Thank you, Uncle Qin, for your concern. The seaside development project is indeed highly competitive. Both Udu International and the Hara Group in Beijing want to do it, but we do business normally and do our best."

"Yes, what you said is true." Mr. Qin nodded and said, "No matter how powerful the Yuan Clan is, they are from other places. I'm not worried, but I heard that Yudu International's methods are not very clean. You'd better be careful."

There were also people from the side who came forward and said: "Indeed, Qian Dong of Yudu International is not easy to mess with. He does things in a way that makes people hard to guard against. Of course, Mr. Xie, you and I are not worried. It just happens to let the surnamed Qian eat a lot of money." Shrunken. Don't always act recklessly just because you are old and experienced."

Xie Yin shook his head, as if laughing:

"I'm also very familiar with Mr. Qian of Yudu. He is indeed a bit extreme sometimes, but everyone is doing business, so I don't think he will go too far and damage the relationship."

There is no emotion in doing business, everyone is well aware of each other's strength and means, seeing this will not go into it anymore, Mr. Qin laughed and said:

"As long as you know it, as long as you know it."

After Qin Kexian and Xie Yin said a few more words, they went to greet a new guest.

Xie Yin greeted a few acquaintances, his eyes quickly swept across the audience, he paused for a moment on the back of a boy in a certain corner, and suddenly stepped up to Madam Qin.Mrs. Qin was chatting with two ladies, and when she saw Xie Yin coming, she said pleasantly:

"Xie, what's the matter?"

There was a slight smile on the corner of Xie Yin's mouth, his expression was gentle and modest, and he said respectfully:

"Madam Qin, can you introduce some distinguished guests over there? I saw a lot of works that touched me in the exhibition hall yesterday. I don't know if I am lucky enough to make friends."

"Mr. Xie is still interested in oil painting? Of course it's possible."

Mrs. Qin and the two ladies apologized, and took Xie Yin to the painters.Shen Ning was picking out desserts in a corner, his eyes lingering on the strawberry mousse and chocolate chiffon cake, Xie Yin approached, gently supported his lower back, and then let go.

"Come here, Mrs. Qin will show us new friends."

Shen Ning had no choice but to let go of his entanglement, and followed him forward in a daze.

In the nearest positions, several painters chatted together, some sat on the sofa, some sat directly on the armrest of the sofa, chatting and laughing without restraint.They didn't stand up until Mrs. Qin approached.

"No, you're welcome." Mrs. Qin greeted, "I'm just bringing friends here to get acquainted."

"This is Mr. Xie from Tianhai Real Estate, and his friend Shen Ning. Both of them are very interested in oil painting."

Several people nodded one after another: "Mr. Xie, Mr. Shen is good."

Xie Yin stood at a palm distance from Shen Ning, with an exceptionally gentle expression, without any alienation and aloof attitude, and said politely:

"Hello, teachers. I saw many paintings of teachers in the exhibition hall yesterday, and I was deeply impressed by them. I also studied oil painting for a period of time when I was young, but I couldn't continue because of family reasons. I remember that at that time, the domestic oil painting masters Qi Kangqiao

With Mr. Zheng Fei, Mr. Du Quan from Gome, Mr. Qi Kangqiao's "Poplar", and Mr. Du Quan's "Shepherd Girl" are all handed down works. Everyone wants to go to these schools to learn from the teachers. Is it still? "

Xie Yin was very skillful in speaking, he didn't talk about appreciation from above, as if these paintings were just drawn for him to judge.He showed a nostalgic and regretful look on his face, as if he really liked oil paintings. No one knew that he actually found a place to discuss business with someone after he went to the exhibition hall that day. It is estimated that those in his mouth " I was deeply moved” paintings were the last I took the time to look at.

But other people don't know, everyone only saw a young man with elegant speech and modest demeanor. For such a person who has style, appreciates art, and has the ability to spend a lot of money to buy their paintings, they naturally come No rejection.

After talking a few words, someone finally noticed Shen Ning and asked, "Does this Mr. Shen also like oil paintings?"

Shen Ning had no choice but to speak, he said:

"Well, I like it. I am shocked by the strong emotional impact contained in the oil painting. I like the feeling of being shocked."

Several people laughed and said, "It turns out that you like sensualism paintings. Is there any painter you particularly admire?"

Xie Yin looked down at Shen Ning, as if he was also waiting for his answer.Shen Ning thought for a moment, and said: "Overseas, I like Monet, Van Gogh, Renoir, Titian, Miller, which are too many. In China, I really like Teacher Wu Guanzhong, Teacher Chen Danqing..."

One of them smiled and said, "I see that you like Impressionism very much, so do you like Manet or Cézanne?"

"Oh, and Rembrandt?"

Shen Ning hadn't been teased about oil painting for a long time. He couldn't help being shy, and said helplessly, "There's no way around this. These are all masters, so it's hard not to like them."

"Understand, we like it too."

"It seems that my generation still needs to work hard to make young people think of us when they talk about oil painters."

Shen Ning blushed, and added a little stiffly: "Actually, I also really like the works of Mr. Qi Kangqiao. His works are characterized by unrestrained romance. I have always pursued that kind of emotion. And Mr. Luo Qing, he The superb level of sketching and the control of details are also among the best in the history of oil painting."

The person who had been talking to Shen Ning sighed:

"It seems that you know a lot about oil painting."

It was only then that Shen Ning felt that he had said too much. He subconsciously glanced at Xie Yin, and saw that he was looking forward and chatting with the other two, but he didn't seem to notice his side.

He was in a delicate mood for a moment, and he always felt as if he was showing his feet in front of his face.After thinking about it, he decided to forget it, there are so many places where he reveals his secrets, and there is no lack of this.

From his perspective, he happened to be able to see Wu Shuofeng who was chatting with some old friends across the way. This generous and gentle old man had a smile on his face, and his expression was very happy, without a trace of gloom.Shen Ning's gaze unconsciously chased that figure, and an indescribable emotion hooked his heart, causing a dull pain in his chest.

"Shen Ning."

"Shen Ning—"

Shen Ning suddenly came back to his senses, and raised his head blankly: "Ah?"

Xie Yin lowered his head, looked at him calmly, and said, "Come here, some teachers are appreciating paintings."

"Ah, oh."

These painters are also divided into the academic school and the Sanren school. Leaving aside the Sanren school, the teachers of the academic school brought their students' works.The most satisfied students of these schools are basically accepted as their closed disciples. Maybe they will be the leaders in the domestic oil painting industry in the future. The opportunity is rare, so of course they have to show it off.

Shen Ning hadn't participated in group activities related to oil painting for a long time, so he went up to join in the fun and see how the painting skills of his beloved disciples taught by these various colleges, whether it was surrealism or abstraction.

The so-called Wen Wu is the first, and Wu Wu is the second. Several old professors argued like children, disagreeing with each other, and finally shouted loudly:

"Old Wu, come here and judge us!"

"Yo."

A tough male voice came from the corner, and the audience stepped aside one after another, allowing Wu Shuofeng, who is currently number one in China, to come and comment.

"You old men, at your age, you still look like children..."

"Who is like you? The apprentices are brought up, and they don't accept a young apprentice. Isn't it boring."

"I'm old and old..."

The figure of the old man passed by one meter away, Shen Ning's heart beat violently, and his body involuntarily stepped back half a step.There was a pain in the pupil as if being burned by a strong light.

"Come here, let me see what?"

"Look, these two paintings! Which one is better!"

Wu Shuofeng pondered for a moment, then said:

"The painting skills have their own advantages and disadvantages. One is more delicate and soft in shape, and the other is smoother in overall structure and higher in perfection. This..."

"Don't say that there are some and none, you can just say who is better. If you rate it, give whoever is first and whoever is second!"

The speaker obviously yelled at him all the time, knowing his nature of being a peacemaker, forcing him to judge with the eyes of a teacher.There must be a No.1 in this class, otherwise, who will give it to the awards at the end of the year.

"That's still...that's the one on the left."

"Okay, I won!"

The two people, whose combined age was more than a hundred years old, raised their arms and cheered, and the onlookers couldn't help laughing.One person said:

"Mr. Wu, you didn't bring any works here?"

"I did bring a copy, but it wasn't drawn by my student. One of my students saw it by chance and thought it was very similar to my style when I was young. He brought it here to show me. It's a pity that they refused to sell it."

"Old guy, don't I know you yet? When you meet someone you like, you must copy it, right?"

Wu Shuofeng smiled and said: "I didn't copy it, but I told him that I wanted to show it to the great painters in China, and the little girl agreed without saying a word."

"you really......"

One of Wu Shuofeng's students came over with a picture frame, and Shen Ning's heart beat suddenly, with a strong premonition.The medium-sized picture frame was carefully lifted onto the table by the man, and hung against the wall. Several onlookers took a few steps back after the first round of viewing, revealing the familiar yet unfamiliar girl's painting inside.

"Light"

The girl's slender figure appeared extremely stubborn and fearless under the strong light that almost burned the earth.Although the painter weakened the specific description of the girl's face and facial features, the bright treatment of light and hair color reminds people of her youthful vitality.

The soft and slender neck is looming in the broken golden curly hair. The frailty of the girl is in great contrast with the dry land and the roaring monster. The strong impact not only moved several painters deeply, but also made them pay attention to this painting.

"It's really similar to when you were young, but he is much better at painting than you were when you were young. The use of light is obviously very skillful. The contrast between light and dark is very distinctive. The contrast between warm and cold colors is strong, which is very skillful."

"This impasto method is interesting, but the details are too vague."

"That's called personality."

"It's worth it. He has his own characteristics before he is famous? When he becomes famous, let alone his personal characteristics, he can name a painting school. If he is not famous now, he has to accept the guidance of his predecessors!"

"You old boy..."

The two quarreled again.

Wu Shuofeng looked at the painting with soft eyes, he laughed and said: "When I saw this painting, I remembered that when I was young, no matter how I painted, I couldn't draw satisfactory light. Later, I finally worked out it slowly, but I At that time, when I got older and changed my mind, it was difficult to express such a strong emotional style.”

"The apprentices I have accepted are rougher than the other, and they all go straight to the abstractionist Fauvism. It is difficult to understand this kind of delicate and strong emotion." He sighed:

"It would be great if there is an apprentice who can continue my style."

He paused, and said with emotion and doubt:

"I don't know why, but I always feel that I should have such an apprentice."

"Why didn't I?"

In the crowd, Shen Ning opened his eyes wide, the violent roar shattered his whole brain, and there was a cold wind howling in his eardrums, the sound drowned out all the noises around him.His body seemed to have fallen into an icy snow field, but the grievance and longing gushing from the depths of his heart caused burning pain in his chest cavity.

His eyes began to blur, Shen Ning didn't know who he was talking to, so he said "go to the bathroom" quickly and trotted out.

He ran all the way to the bathroom, closed the door, and held his stiff chest for breath.

I don't know whether it's the overbreathing of the body or the intense emotional vibration that caused his brain to lack oxygen. Shen Ning's heartbeat accelerated, and water droplets kept overflowing from the corners of his eyes.

"Mom is the apprentice of the most powerful master in the country, and mom is also a great painter~"

"Mom is amazing!"

"Mom is going to hold a solo exhibition, baby Ningning, are you happy for mom?"

"After the exhibition, we will travel with Dad, to a place where Ningning will not be troubled!"

......

"The stem cell transplant has been successful, don't worry."

"Great, great, husband, we Ningning are fine!"

......

"It has been two years, and the peak period of relapse has passed. Please continue to come for regular checkups in the future."

......

"Mr. Shen, I regret to inform you that your parents died in a car accident due to ineffective rescue..."

"This is the last work of Ms. Song Lan before her death. It is full of her future life... Bidding starts now!"

"Miss Song Lan's posthumous work..."

"Ning Ning, for your future life, if you still have paintings left by your mother, give them to me, and we will definitely sell them for a good price!"

......

......

Go, go--

He hates drawing, he doesn't like drawing at all.

The commercial empires of merchants will collapse after their death, while the posthumous works of painters will increase in value after the painter's death.Such disgusting things ruthlessly destroyed Shen Ning's love for oil paintings. At one point, he didn't even want to look at paintings, and the brushes were locked in a drawer.

It took a long time to reconcile with myself, telling myself that there is nothing wrong with the painting that my mother loves, and it is those cruel and ruthless people who are wrong.

When he first came here, even though it was absurd, he tried to contact his original self, his original parents, numbers that he couldn't get through, and the numbers picked up by others told him that it was different, different.

Reality is reality and fiction is fiction.

Why let him see that old man, why gave him exactly the same person, but didn't give him the same network of relationships, why let "Wu Shuofeng" exist, but erased his apprentice.

why?

......

I don't know how much time has passed, maybe a moment, maybe a long time.Shen Ning tried his best to control his breathing, and his breath gradually became stable. Shen Ning thought that he had controlled himself well.When he raised his head, he saw the pale face of the person in the mirror, with big tears falling from the godless pupils and silently flowing down his cheeks, just like a picture in a movie.

So fragile, how could it be so fragile?

He had clearly sworn not to cry again over a grief that was long past.

Shen Ning looked at the person in the mirror, took a deep breath, and tried to reach out to turn on the faucet, and clear water was splashed on his face.The bathroom door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, Shen Ning pulled out two tissues in a panic, wiped his face, and a familiar face appeared behind him.

He was startled, and couldn't help but slow down.

Xie Yin's gaze swept across Shen Ning's face that was still stained with tears and blushed because of too much wiping with tissue paper, and stretched out his hand towards him.Shen Ning was still in a daze, when Xie Yin took out the things in his hand, he subconsciously let go, let the man take off the wet tissue from his hand obediently, and took out the handkerchief from his coat pocket with the other hand.

Neither light nor heavy, as casual as a man's expression, and exceptionally soft to wipe the boy's red cheeks.

With a dazed face, Shen Ning asked in a daze, "Mr. Xie, why are you here?"

Xie Yin didn't answer him, but asked, "Why are you crying?"

"Did I cry?"

He subconsciously retorted: "No crying, just water."

The boy with red cheeks stretched out his hand to touch his face blankly, feeling the wetness on his face. After the strong emotional impact, he fell into a period of perceptual fatigue. His brain was running slowly, and he could barely maintain basic physiological activities, so that he could not Lying, subconsciously said the thoughts in my heart:

"Mr. Xie, I like it, I like it..." He wriggled his lips, obviously speaking by himself, but his expression was surprised, as if he couldn't believe it.

Xie Yin waited for him quietly, seeing that he really couldn't speak, he said:

"What do you like? Well, like drawing?"

Shen Ning had already forgotten what he said in a daze before falling asleep yesterday, and now when he heard the word "painting", he showed an angry look and nodded in confusion:

"Well, I don't like it."

Xie Yin chuckled lightly.He took back the handkerchief, curled up his index finger, and gently wiped away a drop of water that hadn't fallen from the corner of his eye with his finger bone:

"Did you get angry because of this yesterday?"

He gently wiped his fingers with a handkerchief, calmly as if he was reasoning with a child:

"What's there to be angry about? If you like it, paint it. If you don't know it, learn it. Can't you learn it?"

Shen Ning had just finished crying, his whole body was slack, his brain was empty, and he was actually brought into the picture he described. Like a Shen Ning who was really unable to learn painting because of poverty, he said blankly:

"It costs a lot of money to learn to paint."

Xie Yin couldn't help laughing, he rubbed the boy's soft lips with calloused fingertips, forcing him to raise his head, his voice was as soft as a piece of pure white feather falling into the deserted land:

"You don't owe me enough?"

Shen Ning's lips were so soft that they were rubbed bright red by his caress. They were so wet that they seemed to have been doused with a layer of molasses. The boy's eyes shone like they had been washed with water, and his pupils were clear and ignorant. Dependence, as if trusting the man in front of him with all his heart.

No man with a sound body and mind could refuse such a look, but Xie Yin didn't seem to notice it, and just stared at the boy in front of him with deep eyes.

Slowly, the fragile dependence in the boy's eyes became blurred, and his breathing gradually became steady.Confusion and suspicion gradually appeared on his face, as if he couldn't understand the situation in front of him.

Seeing his expression, Xie Yin knew that he had slowly recovered, stepped back half a step, and said in a joking tone:

"Is it enough to cry? Do you still cry? Or do you want to go out?"

Shen Ning's initial exhaustion gradually disappeared, his sanity returned, and the downtime CPU was running at a high speed. When he thought of himself crying like that in front of Xie Yin, his eyes went dark, his shame overwhelmed his sadness, and his brain suddenly became hot.

He gritted his teeth and said:

"Of course I have to go out, what are you doing hiding in the toilet, am I three years old?"

"Also, if Mr. Xie wants to be a good person, he must be the one to the end. Your behavior is really itchy."

Xie Yin didn't say a word about this, and said: "Since it's decided, let's go out."

There was a deep meaning in his words, Shen Ning didn't want to think too much, just took a step:

"Wait." Shen Ning turned around again, took a deep breath, patted water on his face, wiped it off again, and then raised his head and said:

"Let's go."

He took the lead to step up, his body was tidied up, his breathing was steady and unobstructed, ignoring the still reddish corners of his eyes, there was almost no abnormality.

With a smile on the corner of Xie Yin's mouth, he followed his footsteps and walked beside him not too far away:

"There are so many masters out there, who do you want to learn from?" His tone was casual, as if he could really add the title "Master Shen Ning" before that person's name as long as he said a name.

Shen Ning said with disgust: "No, I don't like others controlling me."

"And they all have their own styles, which are not suitable for mine. I don't need to learn from them."

At this time, he suddenly remembered his character as a poor and strong working people. It was futile but he could try to remedy it:

"I taught myself."

"...only learned a little bit."

Xie Yin glanced at the boy who was trying his best to show his sincerity, but didn't intend to pursue it.Shen Ning glanced at him cautiously, and thought that anyway, this fake of his was wrong from the very beginning, and there was nothing wrong with it.

After he walked out of the bathroom, he pressed his head, not wanting to look for someone in the field, and said:

"Mr. Xie, I'm a little tired, can I go for a walk outside?"

Xie Yin looked at his tired face and said, "Go."

The author has something to say:

The reason why Xiaoshen’s mother’s master exists: because the author of the original book can’t spend a lot of effort to build a new world, for example, the United States is still the United States, and the country of America is still the country of the United States.It has nothing to do with the plot, why bother to build it, everyone understands this after reading so many articles.