2.8

Du Xu Lang is just a string of data written by the main god, he is not like himself, he is an indestructible soul, how can he follow over? Men, it is normal to smoke a cigarette, and it is normal to have similar small actions.

Zhou Yunsheng convinced himself so, his heart was bitter and unspeakable.

However, it didn’t take long before he didn’t have time to dwell on anything else, Fu Xuan called him, repeatedly urging him to turn in his oil painting award as soon as possible, his tone of voice carrying an undisguised urgency.

Fu Xuan was considered a popular figure in the oil painting department with a strong background. His father was the president of the Country C Painting and Calligraphy Association, and his mother was an internationally renowned oil painter, specializing in landscapes, and her masterpiece, “Wheat Waves”, had fetched a sky-high price of 7.5 million at the Christie’s Auction House. And Fu Xuan had inherited his parents’ excellent genes since he was a child, organizing his own personal exhibition when he was six years old, and □□□□ was higher than anyone else when it came to painting.

But examples of wounded Zhongyong are not rare, and unfortunately, Fu Xuan is one of the most typical ones. Due to his premature success, he became conceited and arrogant, and coupled with the swarm of admirers, he gradually lost his enterprising spirit, and instead of diligently honing his painting skills, he indulged in eating, drinking and having fun.

Painting skills needed to be polished, and after not holding a brush for a long time, inspiration and skill would dry up with the passage of time. When Fu Xuan realized that he could no longer draw even a single horizontal line while standing in front of the drawing board, he finally panicked.

But instead of forcing himself to get back to painting, his response was to hire a gunman. But whenever his tutor assigned him an assignment or entry, he would have someone else do it for him. In the oil painting department there is no lack of talented and poor students, Fu Xuan found the most reliable mouth, a pay a contribution, two cheap, but also called him to mix smoothly to the senior year, but also became the eyes of the tutor one of the most outstanding students.

But this International Oil Painting Grand Prize was only held once every five years, and was one of the most significant events in the art world. Fu Xuan’s gunman was also offered a spot and wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to become famous, so naturally he refused. Fu Xuan was unable to do so, so he thought about it and turned his thoughts to Wei Xi Proverbs.

Wei Xi Proverbs had a closed character, acted in a low-key manner, and had little interaction with his classmates, so naturally Fu Xuan didn’t know about his family background, and assumed that he was just an orphan whose parents had died, so he copied his painting in its original form. That painting is Wei Xi Proverbs was abandoned by the Ning family after the work of venting, pouring all his unwillingness, pain, want to go, sadness, breaking his usual smooth style, will be the aesthetic beauty of classicism and abstraction of the spontaneity of the perfect fusion together, very stunning.

With this masterpiece, Wei Xi Proverbs had a chance to become one of the best oil painters in the world. But Fu Xuan stole his work, and in turn took him to court for copyright infringement.

Driven out of the Ning family, Wei Xi Proverbs naturally had no power to fight back and had to reach an out-of-court settlement with Fu Xuan, promising to quit oil painting forever. No longer able to pick up his beloved brushes, Wei Xi Proverbs’ pain can be imagined, so he lost the courage to live.

Now Zhou Yunsheng is a student, painting are in the studio of the Ning residence, and not with the brothers and sisters, Fu Xuan just want to plagiarize is also difficult. Seeing that the time limit for submitting the work is getting closer and closer, he finally got anxious and made several phone calls in a row, lying to Zhou Yunsheng that his mentor let him put the work of his juniors on it.

Zhou Yunsheng promised well on his side, and his eyes darkened slightly after hanging up the phone.

He scrutinized the work on the easel and modified a few unsatisfactory places, waiting for the paint to dry before taking it to Ning Snyan’s study.

It was the weekend, and Ning Snian was working at home. He carefully examined the thick documents, and every ten minutes he looked at the monitor, and found the teenager standing in front of the drawing board painting as usual, and felt peaceful in his heart. The teenager would not go anywhere, he would always stand in the same place and wait for himself.

The thought came to him so suddenly, and yet it was doubly pleasing.

When he came back to his senses, the drawing room was empty, and a familiar feeling of anxiety surged through him. If he had met this situation in the company, he would have immediately called Zhao Jun to find it. But being on vacation today, he decided to go on his own.

He had just put down the papers when the door rang, and Ning Snyan impatiently asked, “Who is it?”

“It’s me.” The teenager’s voice was crisp and pleasant.

Ning Shi Nian stiffened for a split second, after returning to his senses, he immediately turned off the surveillance video on his computer, arranged the messy folders neatly, stopped when he walked quickly to the door, straightened his hair against the glass door of the bookcase, and made sure that he was a handsome mess before he opened the door to the room with a smile, “Come in quickly, Xi Proverbs.”

He naturally took the teenager’s white wrist and brought him to the double sofa, he wanted to pour a cup of coffee, but somehow felt that it was not right, ran to the kitchen downstairs and poured a cup of milk, warmed it up and then carefully brought it up.

Zhou Yunsheng was served by him comfortably, but on his face he put on an expression of being flattered, his cheeks red, with a pair of bright and watery peach blossom eyes, fascinated Ning Snyan almost couldn’t hold on.

Suppressing the restlessness within, Ning Snyan sat down next to the teenager and softly asked, “Is there something Xi Proverbs wants to see me about?” If there was nothing, the teenager would definitely not take the initiative to take a step closer to him.

“Uh-huh.” Zhou Yunsheng timidly glanced at him and pursed his thin, rosy lips as he whispered, “I want to participate in the Oil Painting Grand Prize.”

“The Grand Prize for Oil Painting? I know this one, are there no more spots? I’ll call right away to help you get one, directly into the final judgment.” There was a chance to make a big contribution, how could Ning Snyan miss it, his fingertips had already skillfully dialed a string of numbers, and he was about to press down.

Ning’s consortium is the biggest sponsor of this art event, and it’s easy to ask for a finalist spot.

“No, no.” Zhou Yunsheng hastily took his arm, his small face turning red with anxiety, “I already have a spot.”

Ning Snyan smoothly wrapped him into his arms, gently caressing his soft hair while forcing back the flutter in his heart, and asked, “And why is that?”

Dead pervert, the means of eating tofu is simply out of this world. Zhou Yunsheng secretly gritted his teeth, lowered his head and said vaguely, “Can I send this painting to the Senate?”

Only then did Ning Snyan notice that a 2214 picture frame was placed at his feet, lifting the protective cover, Ning Wangshu’s baby fat little face appeared in front of his eyes.

The tiny child squatted on the ground, wearing a very wide white shirt with the sleeves pulled up high, and held up his two fat little short hands so that the person doing the painting could view his paint-stained palms. At his feet was a canvas covered in tiny handprints, and in his eyes it was clearly a masterpiece, which is why he smiled so brightly, even compared to the specks of sunlight that haloed the background.

The painter engraved his heart full of love and tenderness in every stroke, and the warm colors almost occupied the whole canvas, hope, joy, tranquility, full of vitality and happiness came to the surface at the same time when the canvas was unveiled.

Ning Snyan looked dumbfounded. He almost forgot the last time he saw his son’s smiling face.

“Can I take this painting to the trial?” Zhou Yunsheng gently touched his arm.

Only then did Ning Snyan return to his senses, blinking his sore eyes, “Yes, of course.” He was silent for a moment and added, “Why don’t you help me paint a portrait sometime too?”

He would never admit that he was even jealous of his son.

“Uh-huh.” Zhou Yunsheng nodded his head and carefully covered the protective cover over the picture frame.

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Fu Xuan was like a savior when he saw Zhou Yunsheng who came to hand in his work, lifting the canvas and examining it for a long time, he was relieved to learn that the child in the painting was just a figment of his imagination and that the dust had finally settled. He knew that this painting would stand out, it is too dynamic, full of charm and emotion, it is a work of love and pouring out of the heart and soul.

The undisguised greed in his eyes let Zhou Yunsheng know that he had jumped into the trap.

When he returned home, Ning Wangshu was taking a nap, and Zhou Yunsheng helped him tuck in the corner of the blanket, kissed his red little face again, and whispered, “I’m sorry for using you. But I will accompany you and protect you for the rest of my life until you grow old.”

Returning to his room gently, Ning Snyan called at a pinch to catch up on his whereabouts for the day, including who he had met, what he had said, what he had done, and so on. His increasingly strong desire for control and possessiveness made Zhou Yunsheng laugh and cry.

“Xi Proverbs, Xi Proverbs are you in there?” Zhao Xin Fang’s shout came from outside the door.

Zhou Yunsheng hung up the phone, quickly changed into his home clothes, and pulled open the door of the room to quietly look at the other party.

Zhao Xinfang put on light makeup, highlighting a pair of large and bright almond eyes, it is late fall, but still wearing a pure white halter dress, deliberately pulled down the neckline can not cover the deep breast – ditch, a pair of long and white jade legs in a sexually – sensual posture slightly together, the more it appears that her figure is enchanting.

Is she going to seduce herself? Dragging himself into the swamp of adultery as well? Zhou Yunsheng’s eyes flashed slightly.

Seeing that the teenager was clearly starting to avoid her gaze, Zhao Xin Fang was quite pleased in her heart. She understands too much about men’s inferiority root, and the means of the old and spicy, even Ning S Nian the kind of hanging around the flowers of the master can handle, let alone Wei Xi Proverbs this kind of pure love of the teenager. Like Wei Xi Proverbs this kind of parents died character autistic children, the most is eager to come from the maternal warmth, as long as she slightly give a smile, say a few words of love, the other side will obediently allow her to take what she wants.

Wei Xi Proverbs’ parents had left him a huge amount of inheritance, although not as much as the Ning Foundation, it was still enough for an ordinary person to eat, drink and enjoy for several lifetimes. Zhao Xinfang pondered for a long time, and finally decided to make Wei Xi Proverbs his subordinate and use him for himself.

Not only women, but also men are obsessed with the first time. Zhao Xin Fang is exactly going to be Wei Xi Proverbs’ first time.

“Sister-in-law, you have something?” Zhou Yunsheng was forced back to the corner by Zhao Xinfang, and there was a camera above his head and on the left side of the bookcase, each of which had a clear picture and could give a close-up.

Zhao Xin Fang was oblivious to the fact that her hands were propped up on the wall on either side of the teenager’s cheeks, rubbing her plump breasts against him, her voice lazy and delicate, “I’m having a hard time in my heart, and I want to find you to talk for a while. Your big brother is away from home all day, I’m lonely alone.”

Zhou Yunsheng fiercely held his breath, suffocating his cheeks into redness, and then his neck shrank about to burrow through Zhao Xinfang’s armpit.

“What are you afraid of? Afraid I’ll eat you?” Amused, Zhao Xin Fang grabbed him back and cupped his jaw to kiss him. The kiss was brief, no more than two seconds before the violently struggling teenager pushed him away. His eyes choked out tears and he rushed straight into the bathroom, vomiting so much into the toilet that he was almost ready to vomit out his bile.

Hell, that’s why he wouldn’t like women anyway.

A camera mounted in the ceiling of the bathroom silently captured the scene.

Zhao Xin Fang’s face suddenly turned green and white, killing her, not expecting the other party to react this way. Shouldn’t a normal person hold her down and do whatever they want? Embarrassed, furious, but even more terrified, she walked to the door and threatened in a stern voice, “Wei Xi Proverbs, if you dare to tell Si Nian about today’s incident, I’ll tell him that you intended to rape me. I’m his wife, you’re just a wild – seed of unknown origin, you see who he’ll choose to believe.”

The teenager stiffened, then crouched down on the toilet bowl and shivered, seeming to be afraid and crying, and waited for a long time for Zhao Xinfang to leave before he slowly raised his head, revealing a face that was pale to the core and reddened eyes.