Quickly Wear the Face of the Devil Chapter 2: .8
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Du Qilang is just a series of data compiled by the Lord God. He is not like himself, but an immortal soul. How could he come along? Well man, it’s normal to smoke a cigarette, and it’s normal to have similar small movements.
Zhou Yunsheng convinced himself like this, his heart was bitter and unspeakable.
But it didn’t take long for him to worry about anything else. Fu Xuan called him and repeatedly urged him to hand in the works of the oil painting award as soon as possible, with an impatient eagerness to hide.
Fu Xuan is a powerful figure in the oil painting department with a strong background. His father was the president of the China Painting and Calligraphy Association, and his mother was an internationally renowned oil painter who was good at landscape paintings. Her masterpiece “Mai Lang” had previously sold for 7.5 million yuan at the Gadley Auction House. Fu Xuan has inherited the fine genes of his parents since he was a child. When he was six years old, he held his own painting exhibition. In painting, he is higher than anyone else.
But the example of Shang Zhongyong is not uncommon. Unfortunately, Fu Xuan is the most typical one. Due to the premature success, he began to be arrogant, and with the swarm of followers, he gradually lost his initiative. Instead of hardening his painting skills, he became addicted to eating, drinking, and fun.
Painting skills need to be polished. If you do n’t use brushes for a long time, inspiration and skills will dry up over time. When Fu Xuan found himself standing in front of the drawing board and could no longer draw even a horizontal line, he finally panicked.
But his response was not to force himself to regain his paintbrush, but to hire a gunman. He will let others do the work or entries assigned by the instructor. In the oil painting department, there are many talented students from poor families. Fu Xuan found the most reliable mouth, one who gave money and one effort, and the hatchback was cheap. He even called him to be a senior in the senior year. One.
But this international oil painting award is only held every five years, and it is one of the most important events in the art world. Fu Xuan’s gunman also got a place, and wanted to take this opportunity to become famous in one fell swoop, naturally rejected him. Fu Xuan couldn’t. After thinking about it, he hit his idea on Wei Xi’s proverb.
Weixi Yan has a closed personality, behaves low-key, and rarely interacts with his classmates. Fu Xuan naturally does not know his family background. He was also an orphan whose parents died, so he originally copied his paintings. That painting was a vent work after Wei Xiyan was abandoned by the Ning family. It poured all his unwillingness, pain, longing, and sadness, and broke his usual smooth style, perfecting the beauty of classicism and the abstraction of abstractism. The fusion of them is very amazing.
With this masterpiece, Wei Xiyan had the opportunity to become one of the best oil painters of his time. But Fu Xuan’s stealing of his achievements was not counted, and in turn he was brought to court for tort.
The Weixi proverb who was driven out of Ning’s family naturally had no power to fight back. He had to reach an out-of-court settlement with Fu Xuan and promised to withdraw from the oil painting world forever. Can no longer pick up the beloved paintbrush, Wei Xiyan’s pain can be imagined, so he lost the courage to live.
Now Zhou Yunsheng reads and paints in Ningzhai’s studio, not with his brothers and sisters. Fu Xuan is hard to plagiarize. Seeing that the time limit for submitting his works was getting closer, he was finally in a hurry, and made several phone calls, tricking Zhou Yunsheng into saying that the tutor had asked him to collect the works of his masters and brothers.
Zhou Yunsheng promised well, his eyes darkened after hanging up the phone.
He looked at the works on the easel carefully, and revised several unsatisfactory places, and took them to Ning Sinian’s study room when the paint dried out.
Today is the weekend. Nings works from home. He carefully examined the thick file, looked at the monitoring every ten minutes, and found that the teenager stood in front of the drawing board to paint as usual, and felt very secure in his heart. The boy will not go anywhere, he will always stand still and wait for himself.
The idea came so suddenly, but it made him very happy.
When he returned to his mind, already was empty in the studio, and the familiar anxiety came to mind. If he encountered this situation in the company, he would immediately call Zhao Jun to find it. But on vacation today, he decided to go by himself.
Just dropping the file, the door rang, and Ning Si asked impatiently, “Who?”
“It’s me.” The boy’s voice was crisp and sweet.
Nings was stiff for a moment. After turning back, he immediately turned off the surveillance video on the computer, arranged the messy folders neatly, stopped when he walked to the door, and faced the glass door of the bookcase. After sorting out his hair and making sure that he was a mess, he opened the door with a smile, “Western saying come in quickly.”
He naturally took the young Hao Bai ’s wrists and took him to the double sofa. He wanted to pour a cup of coffee, but somehow he felt wrong. He ran to the kitchen downstairs and poured a glass of milk. Come up.
Zhou Yunsheng was soothed by his service, but his face showed a flattering expression. His cheeks were red and matched with a pair of clear and moist peach eyes. Ning Si was almost unable to hold it.
Suppressing the restlessness in his heart, Ning Si Nian took a seat next to the boy and asked softly, “Is there something wrong with me?” If it’s okay, the boy will never take a step closer to him.
“Well.” Zhou Yunsheng glanced at him timidly, whispering his rosy thin lips, “I want to participate in the oil painting award.”
“Great oil painting award? I know, is there no place for this? I will immediately call for you to get one and go directly to the final judgement.” With a great opportunity, how could Ning Sinian miss it? Dial a string of numbers skillfully and press it immediately.
The Ning’s Consortium is the biggest sponsor of this art event, and it is easy to get a final quota.
“No, it isn’t.” Zhou Yunsheng quickly grabbed his arm, his face flushed red, “I have a place in already.”
Ning Sinian took him into his arms, stroking his soft hair while holding back the joy in his heart, and asked, “Why is that?”
Dead metamorphosis, the means of eating tofu is simply amazing. Zhou Yunsheng gritted his teeth secretly, and bowed his head vaguely, “Can I send this picture for trial?”
Ning Sinian noticed that there was a 22×14 frame next to his feet, and he opened the protective cover, and Ning Shu’s baby fat face appeared in front of his eyes.
The little child squatted on the ground, wearing a very wide white shirt with high sleeves, raised two small, short hands, and let the painter watch his palm covered with paint. . At his feet was a canvas full of small handprints. In his eyes, it was obviously a masterpiece, so he smiled so brightly that he couldn’t even match the dappled sunlight in the background.
The painter engraved full of love and tenderness in every stroke. Warm colors occupy almost the entire canvas. Hope, joy, tranquility, and full of vitality and happiness are unveiling the canvas. At the same time.
Nings looks dumb. He almost forgot when he saw his son’s smile last time.
“Can I take this picture for trial?” Zhou Yunsheng touched his arm lightly.
Ning Sinian just returned to his thoughts, blinking his sour eyes, “Yes, of course.” He was silent for a moment, adding, “When can you help me draw a portrait?” >
He never admits that he eats even his son’s vinegar.
“Yes.” Zhou Yunsheng nodded, carefully covering the protective cover on the frame.
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When Fu Xuan met Zhou Yunsheng with his work, he seemed to see a savior. He opened the back of the canvas for a long time and learned that the children in the painting were only imaginary, and finally the dust was relieved. He knew that the painting would stand out. It was too agile, full of charm and emotion. It was a painstaking effort poured out of love.
The greed he couldn’t hide let Zhou Yunsheng know that his already had fallen into a trap.
When I got home, Ning Wangshu was taking a nap, Zhou Yunsheng helped him get horned, and kissed his little red face, and whispered, “Sorry, I used you. But I will accompany you to protect you forever. Until you grow old. “
Back to the room lightly, Ning Sinian called and asked him where he was a day, including who he met, what he said, what he did, and so on. His growing desire for control and possession made Zhou Yunsheng laugh at all.
“Western proverb, are you in it?” shouted Zhao Xinfang from the door.
Zhou Yunsheng hung up the phone, quickly changed his home clothes, opened the door of the room and looked at each other quietly.
Zhao Xinfang put on light makeup, highlighting a pair of big and bright apricot eyes, it is already late autumn, but she also wears a pure white suspender skirt, and the deliberately pulled down neckline can’t cover the deep milk-groove, a pair The slender, fair-skinned * sexually moved closer together in a sexual-sense manner, and she looked even more enchanting.
Is this ready to seduce yourself? Pull yourself into the quagmire of pass-trap? Zhou Yunsheng’s eyes flashed slightly.
Zhao Xinfang was quite proud when he saw that the teenager apparently began to avoid his eyes. She knows too much about the inferiority of men, and she is old-fashioned. Even the masters who linger in the flowers like Ning Sinian can handle it, not to mention the innocent teenager Wei Xiyan. A child with a autistic parent like Wei Xiyan is most eager for the warmth of motherhood. As long as she gives a smile and speaks a few words of love, the other party will obediently give her what she wants.
Wei Xiyan’s parents left him a huge amount of inheritance. Although not as good as the Ning’s Consortium, it is enough for an ordinary person to eat and drink forever. Zhao Xinfang thought for a long time, and finally decided to let Wei Xiyan be his own minister for his own use.
Not only women, but men will never forget the first love. Zhao Xinfang Correct is going to be Wei Xi’s first proverb.
“Da’ao, are you okay?” Zhou Yunsheng was forced back to the corner by Zhao Xinfang. Each of the bookcases on the top of the head and on the left had a camera. The picture was extremely clear and gave a close-up.
Zhao Xinfang didn’t even realize it. He put his hands on the wall on both sides of the boy’s cheek, rubbed him with a plump chest, his voice was lazy and charming. Brother I’m not home all day and I’m lonely. “
Zhou Yunsheng took a sigh of relief, pursed his cheeks red, and then drilled under Zhao Xinfang’s armpit as soon as his neck narrowed.
“What are you afraid of? Afraid I ate you?” Zhao Xinfang was teased, grabbed him back, and kissed him with his jaw. The kiss was short, but was pushed away by the struggling teenager in two seconds. With tears in his eyes, he rushed straight into the bathroom, vomiting into the toilet, almost bile almost vomiting.
Damn, that’s why he doesn’t like women anyway.
A camera is installed on the ceiling of the bathroom, quietly filming this scene.
Zhao Xinfang’s face turned green and white, and he didn’t expect the other party to react in this way. Shouldn’t a normal person hold her on the ground and do whatever she wants? She was embarrassed, angry, but even more shocked. She walked to the door and threatened with a sturdy voice. “Wei Xi Yan, if you dare tell Si Nian about today, I will tell him that you intend to rape-rape me. I am his wife, You are just a wild-species of unknown origin, and you see who he will choose to believe. “
The boy froze, then trembled on the toilet, seemingly scared and crying. When Zhao Xinfang left for a long time, he slowly looked up, exposing a pale face and red eyes.