Lijia Village was celebrating Christmas, and on the other side, Ning Heng flew to France.
As soon as Xu Qiulai sat down, a waiter came over and said, "Someone is looking for you, claiming to be your son's friend, whose surname is Ning."
Xu Qiulai guessed it was Ning Heng, but shouldn't he be still recording the show in Lijiacun?
"I'll go meet you." Xu Qiu said and went to the living room.
I was shocked when I saw this.
The young man sitting in the living room was wrapped in a dirty leather coat with black, white and gray mud spots all over it. There was something bulging under the leather jacket, and I didn't know what it was.
It was as if someone had just beaten him on the ground for a zero-yuan purchase and then ran over.
"Why are you here?" Xu Qiulai frowned and asked, "Were you robbed?"
Ning Heng raised his head and revealed a pair of bright eyes: "Auntie! I will bring my artwork to the exhibition!"
Ning Heng grimaced: "My parents don't believe me. They said that I must have drawn a naked man again. Keep my art away from them. It's so annoying..."
"So you came to see me because..."
"Auntie! You are a leader in the art world! Please take me to the exhibition with you!"
After all, they are his son's friends, and the relationship between the Ning family and the Sheng family is not bad. Xu Qiulai said politely: "Isn't it easy for you to participate in the exhibition?"
"I know what you are talking about, the kind of exhibitions that you can go to if you pay money, or the kind of exhibitions that welcome me happily to see my parents' face, or to see my cousin's face. Those exhibitions, It's not formal! Anyone can get in, but I don't want it!" Ning Heng's attitude was firm.
Xu Qiulai: "..."
You want to go to a regular school, but a regular school doesn’t want you to go.
Ning Heng was still minding his own business and said: "Auntie, I know that the Louvre recently organized a major exhibition. As a special guest, you have the qualifications to recommend works... Take a look at mine, take a look!"
As he spoke, he suddenly opened his leather jacket like an exhibitionist on the street.
Xu Qiulai's mouth twitched and he was about to turn his head, but his eyes suddenly froze.
"This thing... was made by you?"
"Yes, Auntie! No sleep, no skills, just feelings!"
"The skills are also good. Which teacher did your dad hire for you?"
"Dai Yufan and Chen Zao."
"They are all top masters." Xu Qiulai stood up, "Follow me. ...By the way, what is the name of your work?"
"The Duckling."
"What?" Xu Qiulai was startled.
"It's called "Little Duck"."
"The name and the work... don't seem to be related."
“But it’s the artist’s freedom to name it, right?”
"...Yes." Xu Qiulai nodded slightly, "Let's take a shower first."
Ning Heng was moved: "Auntie, you are my biological mother!" Then she happily followed Xu Qiulai to the suite.
The waiters in the back couldn't help but mutter: "It's really Mr. Ning! I almost kicked him out as a lunatic..."
The next day, an international art exhibition called "lively" was displayed at the Louvre.
Also on display are paintings by Vermeer and Monet, which represent retro.
Among the emerging artists, Xu Qiulai is the leader.
Many masterpieces by famous artists have attracted the attention of many art lovers, and even the media have flocked to the exhibition.
Ning Heng was a pure newcomer among them, and he even met his teacher when he entered the entrance hall.
When the teacher saw him, he instinctively pretended not to recognize him and walked away without thinking.
Xu Qiulai wondered: "Aren't they your teachers?"
Ning Heng said without feeling embarrassed at all: "Oh, they said that I should never say that I am their student when I go out in the future. They cannot afford to lose face."
Xu Qiulai: "..." "How bad were your previous works?"
"A-okay?"
Xu Qiulai was really kind to Ning Heng. She gave up the C seat of her booth to Ning Heng.
Such an unusual behavior quickly attracted a lot of attention.
First, the media came over and tried to figure out the reason for this abnormality.
Then Ning Heng’s teacher came over.
Ning Heng's teacher can be said to be a world-class artist. They came around because they didn't want Ning Heng to embarrass them. But when they moved, the media also moved.
Why did those two teachers go there?
Is there anything strange there?
More and more people gathered around.
——Ning Heng became an instant hit at an art exhibition.
By the third day of the art exhibition, Ning Heng's works had been sold for US$10 million.
It is certainly a great honor for a young Chinese artist to receive such high attention in an exhibition at the Louvre. When the news came back to China, it immediately became a hot search topic.
At this time, Ning Heng was supposed to stay in France to accept media interviews, but he suddenly took a flight back to China.
"I can't be the only one hearing the good news."
"Well, it's time to go back and tell your parents."
"No, no, don't tell them. I'm going to Lijia Village!"
Xu Qiulai thought for a moment. Is the relationship between her son and Ning Heng so deep?
It shouldn't be.
Xu Qiulai thought about it: ""Little Duck", is it Li Xiaoya?"
Ning Heng turned around in surprise: "You know?"
It's true.
"Your inspiration..."
"It comes from her!" Ning Heng said loudly.
Xu Qiulai tilted his head, suddenly wanting to see Li Xiaoya.
"I'll go to Lijia Village with you."
"What?" Ning Heng was shocked.
At this time, Wei Lin had just finished handling the matters at hand.
Wei Xuanming is a very old-school person. After he fell ill, he returned to China just because he wanted to return to his roots. But their ancestors left the country early, and now they have to go back to their roots to find out where their ancestors are buried.
Wei Linkou said that he was going to find his ancestors as sir and left temporarily.
The extended Lincoln and Rolls-Royce drove into the small county town.
Before entering Lijia Village, Wei Lin made a special trip to meet with the local police.
At the same time, Xu Qiulai and the Ning family's car were also on the road.
"Sir, why are there other luxury cars on the road?" Wei Lin's assistant asked in confusion.
Wei Lin frowned and sighed: "Such a shabby place has really become a hot commodity. Our little lady is very capable!"
The assistant didn't dare to answer the question.
Lijiacun was boiling again.
The villagers watched in amazement as several luxury cars drove towards Li Xiaoya's home...
"Why are people here again?"
"Why are there so many rich people?"
"Brother Song, Brother Song, do you know what's going on?"
"Also, look, that's the county's car behind it."
"There is a police car, aren't they here to arrest people again?"
Arrests?
Li Song's eyes lit up, he was interested, and he immediately strode forward.
The crowd cheered and walked that way, sighing as they walked: "Oh, it's so crowded on this road. One day in our village, we can't even park luxury cars..."
What is Li Xiaoya doing at this time?
She sat by the stove and warmed herself.
The rich second generation helped to pick up manure with a sad face to prevent the manure tank from freezing.
After watering the ground for a round, someone suddenly remembered: "Damn it, didn't we bring money? Can't we just hire the villagers here to help Li Xiaoya water the ground?"
"..."
"Okay, okay, but Brother Sheng said that the villagers here are not very good. They always bullied Li Xiaoya before, and I can't give them money even if I have money."
"It's not possible to hire local villagers, we can hire people from the next village!"
"I'll go, what you said makes so much sense! Why didn't you think of it earlier?"
"Isn't your brain frozen?"
"How did Li Xiaoya live here in the past? When it gets below zero, I feel like I can't even turn my head."
The rich second generation lowered their heads in collapse and sniffed the smell on their bodies.
[The young men, who even had to use the royal family’s special tableware for meals, actually helped to pick up the manure honestly. 】
[It’s so funny that this show should be renamed Happy Comedian as soon as possible. 】
[Thank you, I can temporarily stop hating the rich today]
While talking here, I heard the sound of a car approaching.
The policeman walked down first, quickly ran to Li Xiaoya, and whispered: "Li Xiaoya, right? Your relatives are here to find you!"
The policeman paused and said in a deep voice: "According to your relatives' description, your mother was most likely abducted and trafficked to Lijia Village. Now we will strictly supervise this case!"
【Should I wipe it? 】
[The police are giving it a go! What a trafficking! 】
The villagers came closer and happened to hear such a passage.
Li Song's expression instantly became particularly weird.
