Lu Xicheng is not here today. After all, he has to go to the company to work. At the moment, there are only two brothers and sisters, Deng Jing'er and Deng Yiyang, in the ward. They all looked at Jin Han who suddenly appeared.
After Deng Jing'er came to her senses, she didn't care whether others heard what she just said, she just turned a blind eye and even rolled her eyes.
Jin Han's face was stern, his eyes showed no concern and greetings, his thin lips pursed tightly, he walked straight in and placed the gifts he brought on the table.
"I don't want it, you take it back." Deng Jing'er glanced at it and spoke angrily, without giving any face.
There are very few people who can allow Jin Han to visit and give gifts in person, which is considered a privilege.
I lowered my eyes and pretended to be deaf, and Deng Jing'er retorted.
Deng Yiyang had stopped dealing with Jin Han a long time ago. He had done it several times before, so he didn't need to worry about his face. After hearing what his sister said, he picked up the things with a cold face and gave them back without saying a word. Jin Han.
He didn't say a word, but his eyes were very dirty.
Jin Han looked at the gifts, then at Deng Yiyang, with a cold voice, "These are the gifts I gave Lu Xicheng as a friend to visit his wife. What you do with them is up to you."
No matter what, the relationship between him and Lu Xicheng was still very good. It didn't seem to work for Lu Xicheng to marry his wife and dump his brother.
Although Deng Jing'er has a straightforward personality and has always disliked Jin Han, she was here to visit her. If there was no conflict, if she embarrassed Jin Han too much, it would be like slapping Lu Xicheng in the face.
Her face was expressive, and everyone could see that she was thinking hard about how to deal with it.
But Jin Han didn't seem to need her to think about it. Before she could say anything else, he had already left. The total time from coming in to leaving was only two minutes, which was comparable to Zhou Yanli's "take a look."
"..." Deng Jing'er looked at the empty ward door speechlessly, and held back a sentence for a while, "If I had known better, I would have thrown the things out."
"For Lu Xicheng's sake, you can't do this. Just treat it as a gift from an ordinary friend." I comforted helplessly.
Deng Jing'er groaned, "I didn't scold him and hit him. I already gave that bastard a lot of face. In the past, I had to put all my years of cultural literacy into play!"
This is true, at least Deng Jinger did not transform into a fighting cock today.
I handed the nutritious meal I brought to Deng Yiyang and asked him to supervise Deng Jinger to finish it, and then I went back to have lunch.
As soon as I got home, I found that there was a guest at home. He was a man about the same age as my father. The most important thing is that there were some paintings on the table that I had done nothing to do before.
"Yiyi, you're back, come here, this is your Uncle Zhang Xiuqian!" My dad looked cheerful, as if he had drunk a little wine, his eyes narrowed with laughter, and he said happily to me.
I didn't know the man, but I still went over and called him politely, "Hello, Uncle Zhang."
"Okay, okay!" Zhang Xiuqian looked at me, his face flushed just like my dad's. As expected, there were two small wine glasses and a bottle of wine on the table. He was probably having a drink. After a while, the food and drinks were almost eaten.
Through my dad’s introduction, I learned that this Zhang Xiuqian was his classmate and roommate in college. The two had a good relationship in college, but they parted ways after graduation. Apart from keeping in touch by phone, they didn’t get together in real life for many years.
Zhang Xiuqian has been engaged in the art industry abroad and is good at landscape painting. My dad, out of his own heart, took out a few paintings I brought back from Yunshuiting and insisted on being given some advice.
To be honest, I majored in music. Although I have a little interest in art, I have never studied it seriously. It was just that Jin Han disliked my cello and it disturbed his ears. I couldn't find any other pastime. In this way, I bought some painting tools to pass the time.
The one I painted the most was Jin Han. It took almost two years to go from completely unlike him to a three-dimensional portrait, and finally to a spiritual resemblance.
The few ink paintings I brought back were drawn when my brain was down during a rare period of love, and they have a beautiful name: self-cultivation.
"Haha, this..." I was so embarrassed that my scalp was numb, and I didn't know where my dad got the courage to take my paintings out to the master for trial.
How could he not take his daughter's face seriously just because she was his college roommate?
"Yes, Lao Shu, I remember you said that your daughter studied music in college, but why didn't she choose art? I think she is quite talented, you see she is self-taught!" Zhang Xiuqian praised me with a smile.
I couldn't tell the truth from the false, but there was an inexplicable feeling in my heart... of satisfaction and achievement.
Probably because I have accomplished nothing in these years, I have regarded love and love as everything in my life, and even gave up my favorite music. Suddenly, some of my paintings to pass the time were offered by big names in the industry, so I got one all of a sudden. A long-lost sense of fulfillment and happiness.
This kind of recognition is different from my previous videos that were popular online.
The two young old men continued to drink and chat, and I drank some with them. When the mood was high, Zhang Xiuqian suddenly offered to accept me as a closed disciple. I still didn't recover, but my dad had already punched me. Hug, he agreed on my behalf, "Okay, Lao Zhang, my daughter will be handed over to you from now on!"
"Don't worry, I will definitely let her make a name for herself in this circle!" Zhang Xiuqian drank a little too much and let out a long wine burp after he finished speaking.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but somehow I didn't refuse. The feeling of being praised just now still lingers in my mind.
I told the four people that I suddenly became a disciple of a master of landscape painting.
Ouyang Tian came out first: I know Teacher Zhang. My father bought his paintings at high prices before and gave them to clients.
Li You: Huh? I don’t understand, I only understand some music.
Ouyang Tian: Okay, Yiyi, I'm going to buy another set of flat floors, and then I'll buy a few paintings to decorate them. How about you make it cheaper for me?
Me: Haha... no problem!
Deng Jing'er: When my two little cubs are born, you can quickly draw a picture for them as a birth gift.
Me: OK.
Just when I was in a good mood, the caller ID interrupted my chat. It was a local number in Haicheng, but I didn't recognize it.
I suspected it was Xiang Qing, so I hung up the phone without hesitation.
Soon another message was sent from that number: Miss Shu, this is Liu E. Could you please answer the phone?
After I kicked her out of Yunshuiting, Liu E didn't look for me again. She must have been busy taking care of Xiang Chongshan. Why did she call again tonight?
This family is so blacklisted that they keep harassing me with strange numbers.
I was about to block this number too, when the message popped up again: It was about my daughter wanting to compensate you one million dollars, and we were pooling money together.
