When Tang Dahai grabbed the car key and was about to go out, his mother Chen Yan chased after him with her bag and said, "Dahai, take me a ride."

"Mom, where are you going?" Tang Dahai asked out loud.

"I want to go out for a walk," Chen Yan said. "You two can't see anyone all day long, and I'm so bored that I'm alone at home."

"Yes, if you have nothing to do, you have to go out for more walks. Stay alone at home all day, and the good people get sick. Mom, which shopping mall do you want to go to? I'm responsible for being the driver for you." Tang Dahai said flatteringly.

"Go to No. 119 Huayuan Road first." Chen Yan said.

"No. 119 Huayuan Road?" Tang Dahai thought about it and asked, "What is this place? Which big-name designer has opened a new store in Huacheng?"

Chen Yan slapped Tang Dahai on the forehead and cursed angrily: "I just said that when I was talking to Yujie these two days, the attitude was so cold, and it didn't sound enthusiastic at all. It was because of your relationship again."

"Mom, why are you hitting me? What does this have to do with Xie Yujie?"

"No. 119 Garden Road is the address of Yujie's newly opened studio. I, as a mother, know, but you don't know. This proves that you don't care about others at all. When Yujie's studio opened, you not only never came to help, but even went to take a look. You must know that you are going to get engaged."

"She didn't tell me about the opening of the studio, how could I know?" Tang Dahai said with a grievance. "Mom, you can drive by yourself. I have something to do today."

After Tang Dahai finished speaking, he wanted to run away, so he didn't want to find that woman.

"Come back." Chen Yan shouted: "In the future, Xie Yujie will be your wife. How good can a man who doesn't even love his wife to be?"

"Mom, is this a bit serious?"

"That depends on your performance." Chen Yan looked cold and arrogant: "It would be better not to give birth to his son who was not willing to even send him a mother for a long time. Why did you think I had such a lot of effort at the beginning? Hens lay eggs and knew to supplement nutrition for the owner."

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Following the route indicated by the navigation, Tang Dahai drove the car to the gate of No. 119 Huayuan Road.

This is a three-story building that is quiet in the midst of chaos. There is a small courtyard. The corners of the yard are covered with roses and the walls are covered with white bougainvillea. The flowers are in full bloom. The gray walls that have been hit by the wind and rain for a hundred years are covered with green leaves and white flowers. It is like an old man who has suffered from vicissitudes of life wearing a white long skirt, which is both weird and harmonious.

Tang Dahai parked the car, looked up and admired the bougainvillea on the wall, and said to Chen Yan: "This place is good and has artistic conception."

"Yujie is a very powerful painter, so her taste is naturally excellent." Chen Yan scolded.

"Awesome? How amazing is it?" Tang Dahai said with a look of contempt, "Her paintings are not all about the bags and jewelry she bought, right? Draw a lv today and a hermès tomorrow... Why do you think you're doing this? Just take a mobile phone and snap a snap at the bag and jewelry, and then frame it with a photo frame. It's much more realistic than what she paints."

"You open your mouth, be careful when speaking. Yujie is so good at a child, why do you always have no eyes for others?"

"Isn't it just a luxury display cabinet for a walk? How good can it be?"

"Okay, okay, when you see Yujie, don't say anything or not, you're good at speaking." Li Yan once again told me. "Women need to coax them."

"Mom, I won't go in after I sent you to the place. So as not to quarrel when we meet, you will feel upset when you look at it, right?"

"Stop." Li Yan stopped Tang Dahai who wanted to escape and shouted, "Come in."

"mom."

"If you dare to leave, I will immediately faint at the door of this studio. Let everyone know that you, Tang Dahai, run out alone regardless of your mother's life and death. At that time, what the hell is trying to do is to see how you have the face to go out."

"Aren't you forced yourself to do this?" Tang Dahai said with a depressed face: "Okay, okay, you are my mother, I'll listen to you. I'll accompany you wherever you want to go."

"Be careful when you go in and speak."

"I understand." Tang Dahai followed his mother Li Yan and walked into the courtyard.

It seems that this is not the first time Li Yan has come here. The front desk lady quickly came to meet her when she saw her coming, and said with a smile: "Madam, are you here to find our boss?"

"Yes. Where is Yujie?"

"The boss has a guest here, I'll go in and inform you." The front desk said.

"Okay. Thank you Secretary Zhao." Li Yan thanked politely.

When Secretary Zhao left, Tang Dahai curled his lips and said, "What about the boss? I'm going to have a big picture."

"Be careful." Li Yan pinched his son's arm and said in a low voice.

Soon, Xie Yujie came out to greet him in person and said with a smile: "Auntie, why are you free to come here today?"

"The store I often go to called me and said that a batch of new models was brought. It was boring for me to go alone. I thought Yujie had a good vision and wanted to ask you to help me with the staff." Li Yan was very good at speaking, saying that pulling people shopping was "asking for help", so that it would be difficult for the younger generation to refuse.

"How is that?" Xie Yujie felt a little embarrassed and said, "I still have customers here."

"Oh? Are there any guests?" Li Yan had already seen the man sitting in the living room and said, "It's okay. I'm fine this afternoon, I'll be waiting for you here. When will you finish your work, when will we set off? By the way, let Dahai invite us to a big meal in the evening. How about?"

Xie Yujie glanced at Tang Dahai and said, "Auntie, wait."

"Go and do it. I'll sit and have a cup of tea." Li Yan said with a smile.

"Okay. I'll let Secretary Zhao entertain you."

Secretary Zhao came over and said with a smile: "Madam, I'll make you a cup of black tea you drank last time?"

"Okay. I want that black tea, I like it."

"Who is this?"

"Tang Dahai, my son." Li Yan said as he introduced.

"It turned out to be Mr. Tang. What do you want to drink?"

"Coffee." Tang Dahai said.

"Please wait, two," Secretary Zhao said.

When Secretary Zhao left, Li Yan winked at the reception room not far away and said, "The guest seems to be a man."

"My eyes are not blurry." Tang Dahai said. He had long seen Xie Yujie's guest as a man, and a handsome man. He had white trousers, cotton shirt, long hair tied into a ponytail at the back, thin cheeks, tall figure, and looked very artist-like.

"You are not blind, but you are blind." Li Yan said dissatisfiedly: "Yujie is your fiancée, so you don't go over and care about it?"

"They are having a good chat, what did I do in the past?" Tang Dahai refused sternly. "I don't understand art yet. Wouldn't I betray my own faults after I go?"

"You said your father and I gave birth to such a stupid son?" Li Yan was really worried and said, "Will you go or not? If you don't go, I will..."

"I'll go." Tang Dahai interrupted his mother. He memorized all these few threatening words. He really couldn't bear to think of other reasons when he saw his mother at such an old age.

Tang Dahai stood up and approached Xie Yujie and the others, but did not sit with them, but went around the wall to see works hanging on the wall.

To be honest, Tang Dahai was really amazed by Xie Yujie.

When they first met, Xie Yujie's father introduced that his daughter was a painter, and Tang Dahai even sneered at this.

How could there be a painter who is full of famous brand bags? Even if she is really a painter, her works must be vulgar.

Because the first meeting was not beautiful, Tang Dahai had no intention of exploring Xie Yujie at all. He didn't even look at her works seriously.

Today I was forced to come with my mother and found that I really had a huge misunderstanding of Xie Yujie.

She is indeed a painter.

She doesn't draw a necklace with Van Cleef & Arpels.

Even she couldn't understand her paintings.

"I can't even understand it... I look very powerful at first glance."

Tang Dahai was a little excited.

Look, there are several white lines on this painting, and there is also a black line running from the opposite direction, but the name of the work is called Changhe. There is also a painting with a person's head that is triangular, and there are various precision instruments inside the head. The name of the work is called Birch...

Tang Dahai became more and more excited the more he looked at it.

"Xie Yujie must be a very powerful painter." Tang Dahai thought to himself.

"I should be more polite to her in the future. This is respect for a very powerful painter..."

"Open it, open it completely." Such a sound came from my ears.

"Yes, open it. You need to open it." Tang Dahai expressed his approval of this sentence in his heart while looking at the painting. Only when anything is opened can he discover the beauty behind the door.

"Whether it is the body or the mind, it must be opened." The voice continued. The mind can be opened, which is called letting yourself fly. If the body is also opened... who will show it to?

Tang Dahai felt something was wrong, so he turned around and looked at the artist friend in front of Xie Yujie, and found that he was full of excitement and was talking about something.

"My favorite painter is salvador dali, a genius painter in my heart. He created a "method of critical state of paranoidness" that induces hallucinations in his own body. In the dreams he depicts, ordinary objects are juxtaposed, distorted or deformed in a strange and unreasonable way."

"Among these riddle-like images, the most famous one is probably the eternality of memory. The painting is set off by a terrible calm scenery, and there is a soft and easy-to-be-curve, melting expression. One still and one moving, eternal existence and disappearing. What are you actually talking about? What is you talking about is time. Everything can be eternal, but time keeps changing. In the moment I talk to you, time has changed countless times."

"He is crazy and outstanding. He completely opens himself and exposes it to the eyes of the world. Look at your paintings, it is conservative and too conservative. The lines are regular, but the imagination is not rich enough. Even the colors are gray, which makes people unable to produce a fierce visual impact. This has something to do with your personality.

"You have to open your own soul. Before you open your own soul, you must open your body first. Do you have lovers? No? You have lovers, you have many lovers, and experience the passion each lover brings to you, the delicateness it brings to you, the madness or tremor it brings to you... If you want them to appreciate your body well, you should not be reserved for them. This is art, and a real artist should live life as art. Just like Van Gogh, he cut off his ears..."

"This is not art, this is pornography." Tang Dahai interrupted the man and said out loud.

The man's seductive speech stopped abruptly, he looked up and glanced at Tang Dahai, and asked, "Is this your friend?"

"Tang Dahai, Mr. Tang." Xie Yujie said in announcing.

"This is Mr. Tianye. He is a painter." Xie Yujie pointed to the long-haired man and introduced Tang Dahai.

"What profession is Mr. Tang?" Tian Ye asked.

"Radio host." Tang Dahai said out loud.

"Oh." Tian Ye said lightly, with a disdainful look on his face, turned to look at Xie Yujie and said, "What is art? What ordinary people can't understand is art. In other words, people now think you are a madman, and people a hundred years later praise you as a genius. This is art. If everyone can understand our paintings, then this is not painting. This is called "photography". What else do we painters do? Everyone can do it with a phone to take a photo."

"I don't know much about art." Tang Dahai said.

"I know you don't understand." Tian Ye replied and said, "I have noticed what you looked like when you admired Miss Xie's paintings just now. You didn't stop or think, and there was a smile on your face... That smile was not understanding, not an enlightenment, but a mockery. Whether it was a long river or a constant stream, it was admonishing the world to know how to cherish. You didn't feel any feeling at all? Didn't you feel sad because of this?"
To be continued...