On Sunday afternoon, the weather outside was very good, the wind was not strong, and the sun was very soft. After lunch, Ye Xiaolei and Liu Meier went to the city and were busy with their own affairs. Whether it was the Turnip Chinese Painting Museum or the Simeier Art Training Academy, there was a lot of preparations to be done, and both deans were very busy.

Wang Siyu stood in a creative studio in the Wujing Chinese Painting Museum, looking at a work on the wall with his hands behind his back. It was a picture of "The Moon Floating on Willow Creek". On the scroll, there were a few willows hanging from the shore. The fisherman wore a hat and a straw raincoat, sailing in the vast smoke and waves, with a bright moon hanging above his head, and the water and sky were connected into one color.

Liao Jingqing's brushwork is not complicated, and just a few strokes create a profound and profound artistic conception. The ethereal and cleverness are breathtaking. Although she is not from a master of art, she is precisely because of this that her works are less craftsmanship and more spiritual.

Wang Siyu stopped and admired for a long time before walking back from the wall, stood behind Liao Jingqing, and watched her painting silently. Liao Jingqing was concentrating on creating an ink and water landscape painting. With a light wave of his white wrist, many mists of mist appeared first. After a few strokes, the ink clouds spread out, and under the clouds, several strange peaks and stones grew. After more than ten minutes, an ancient and simple temple appeared in the mist, and the painting scroll was free from the world and seemed to have an extraordinary atmosphere. Obviously, her attainment in Chinese painting has reached a very high level. If not, Mr. Gu, a master of the calligraphy and painting art circle in West China, would not have met her, and agreed to serve as honorary director.

Just as he was so fascinated by the sight, Yaoyao ran in from outside and had a quarrel beside the two of them for a while, and then she felt a little sleepy. She stretched out a small hand, pulled Wang Siyu's clothes, and walked out staggeringly. When Wang Siyu saw it, she smiled silently, picked her up, and returned to the director's office. Yaoyao sat on his knee as usual, ate some shrimp bars. Not long after, she loosened her little hand and fell asleep with her neck tilted.

Wang Siyu first put the half bag of shrimp strips on the coffee table, and then stood up carefully with her. Although he was very careful, Yaoyao was still frightened. She suddenly opened her eyes, grabbed Wang Siyu's arm with both hands, stared at him in a daze, but did not speak. After a while, she let go of her hand, clicked her mouth a few times, closed her eyes again, and fell asleep again. Wang Siyu laughed silently, turned around gently, placed her flat on the sofa, paddled a fluffy teddy bear under her little head, and then covered her with a blanket.

Wang Siyu stood by the sofa, looking at Yaoyao's quiet and cute sleeping posture, and was happy in his heart. He couldn't help but lower his head, kissed the little pink and jade-carved face, then turned around, slowly retreated, gently brought the office door, and walked towards the creative studio. Just a few meters away, a violent shock came from his pocket. He hurriedly took out his cell phone, took out the text message, and looked over. The text message read: "County Magistrate Wang, let those who oppose you understand you, let those who understand you support you, let those who support you support you, let someone who supports you, let someone who supports you, let someone dislike you, but don't let him hate you, if he wants to hate you, he must also make him afraid of you."

Wang Siyu frowned and looked at it, and found that the number was very unfamiliar. He didn't know who sent it. He was curious and replied to the text message: "Who are you?"

He had just finished sending the phone and vibrated again. Wang Siyu opened the text message and saw it read: "Uncle Wang, I am Xia Xiaoyu. My father just said that on his birthday, you would come to your house as a guest. Is that true?"

Wang Siyu couldn't help but smile. He guessed the little girl's thoughts and hurriedly sent a text message back: "It's true, Xiaoyu, what gift do you want? Uncle Wang happens to be in the provincial capital, so you can buy it for you."

Soon, the phone was vibrating violently again, and Xia Xiaoyu sent a text message again: "That's great, Uncle Wang, I want a single-player game that can drive crazy. I like to play that kind of game the most."

Wang Siyu frowned. He didn't expect that a little girl like Xia Xiaoyu would like to play such games. He pressed the keyboard of his mobile phone and sent a text message again: "Xiaoyu, you are still a student now. You just went to the second year of high school. It's the important time. You should focus on your studies and not be too playful."

Xia Xiaoyu refused to give up and wrote pitifully in the text message: "Uncle Wang, you can pity your pity niece. My daily homework has made me breathless. My father often hit me. I really have no way out. I can only relax by playing games. Uncle Wang, don't worry, I will only play for a short time on the weekend and will not delay my studies."

Wang Siyu had no choice but to write in the text message: "Okay, what kind of racing games do you like, send it here. I will buy it for you after finishing the work in the afternoon."

Xia Xiaoyu was not polite, and actually made a list in the text message, and at the end there was a line of words: "Uncle Wang, don't tell my dad about this, otherwise the drunk dad will beat me to death."

Wang Siyu smiled and replied to the text message: "You little girl, you just need a beating. Go back and study quickly. I will bring you the gift on Wednesday."

Xia Xiaoyu replied with the word "hehe" and stopped sending text messages. Wang Siyu smiled and put his phone back into his pocket. He felt a little sympathetic to Xia Guanglin. He had such a tricky and weird daughter, which was indeed a headache.

Back in the creative room, Wang Siyu entered the room, stood behind Liao Jingqing, stretched out his right hand, scratched her shoulders, and felt itchy, but he was afraid of abrupt beauty, so he never dared to fall down. After a long time, he sighed secretly, quietly withdrew his palm, slowly walked to the milky white table, took the drawing board and pencil, sat opposite Liao Jingqing, looked at the beautiful and elegant face, and began to draw with concentration.

Liao Jingqing looked up at him, smiled sweetly, then lowered her head and continued to immerse herself in the creation. Since she received guidance from Mr. Gu, she has a further understanding of the art of Chinese painting, and hopes to integrate those illusory insights into her works, so as to make a breakthrough as soon as possible.

Half an hour later, Wang Siyu gently threw the pencil down, shook his wrist, and looked at his work with some smugness. He put the drawing board aside, raised his hand and looked at the watch, then stretched, stood up and smiled, "Sister, I'm going out. I'm going to see several leaders in the city. I will go directly to Xishan tonight and will not go home."

Liao Jingqing nodded slightly, let out a light breath, put down the brush, stood up with a smile, touched the delicate bun on his ear, and smiled, "Go, my brother, drive slowly, be careful on the road."

Wang Siyu said "yes", looked at her deeply, then turned around and walked out. Liao Jingqing came to the door gracefully, leaned against the door, silently looking at his back, and faint mist rose in his eyes. When Wang Siyu disappeared from sight, she reached out and touched her right shoulder, pursed her lips slightly, and a faint smile appeared. After the smile, there was a faint sigh.

Liao Jingqing turned around gently, walked back to the creative studio, pulled the chair, but did not sit down. After hesitating for a moment, he walked to the opposite side with his beautiful eyebrows, picked up the drawing board in Wang Siyu's hand, looked down, but he saw that there was a surging sea on the drawing paper, and on the water surface, Wang Siyu was standing naked. He actually held a mermaid in his arms. The mermaid's pretty face was clearly her appearance, but his lower body was replaced with a long tail, which was tightly wrapped around Wang Siyu.

When Liao Jingqing saw it, her pretty face turned slightly red, she spat gently, touched the pencil on the platform, and painted a few strokes. Wang Siyu's body turned into a angular statue. She put the pencil down, took off the drawing paper, folded it, put it in her bag, brewed a cup of tea, came to the window, looked down, but saw Wang Siyu standing by the car, looking up at this side.

As she looked at each other, Liao Jingqing was not mentally prepared and was startled. She quickly turned around and flashed to the window. The tea almost overflowed. Her heart was pounding. But when she heard a burst of hearty laughter from outside. After a while, she turned around again and looked out carefully, but saw that the Audi car had already entered the main lane, circulating into the traffic, and slowly drove away.

Liao Jingqing patted her chest gently, took a sip of tea, and a soft smile appeared on her face. Under the sunlight, the smile turned out like spring flowers blooming, which looked particularly bright and charming.

In the Audi car, Wang Siyu had a pair of sunglasses on his nose, chewing gum in his mouth, reached out to turn on the car audio, listened to the new songs sung by Hu Keer, and was in a good mood for a while. He drove the car to the computer city first, followed the order sent by Xia Xiaoyu, bought all the game CDs, then took the car back to the car and drove to the Garden Hotel near European and American Electric Appliances in Heping District to meet Li Guoyong and others. This was the first time he attended a gathering between important backbone members of the Fang system after Fang Rujing left West China Province.

Since he arrived in Xishan County, Wang Siyu's news has become very closed. In addition, he has been doing a lot of work and spent most of his spare time hang out with Bai Yanni. Therefore, he knew very little about the recent situation of the Fang members, and the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee and Secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission, Li Guoyong, was extremely strict and did not reveal anything to him.

Although Wang Siyu rarely takes sides at the grassroots level, it does not mean that he does not attach importance to the construction of the circle. In the officialdom, there is no possibility of success in fighting alone. Although he claims to have done some practical things and made some work achievements, in fact, if there is no leader above to stand up for him at a critical moment and does not have the support of his colleagues below, he may not be able to be the level of a section chief of power until now, let alone become such a young county magistrate in West China Province.

But in his eyes, the truly important circle is not only about having similar ideas and common interests, but more importantly, the members of the circle must have enough weight, otherwise it is just a temporary need and has no meaning. On the other hand, the same is true. If he does not reach a certain level, the people in the circle will not really pay attention to him.

Wang Siyu has also attended party parties of the Fang family in the past, but except for He Zhongliang, most of the others thought that he was just Fang Rujing's distant relatives, and few people really took him seriously. Most of the operations of the Fang family had nothing to do with him. Therefore, although he was in the circle at that time, he was actually a marginal figure who was wandering inside and outside the circle. Now it is different. He has gained recognition from members of the Fang family through practical actions and obtained an entry ticket to enter the core circle of the Fang family.
Chapter completed!