Gu Beixian's dark eyes flashed with a starry shadow, and he lifted himself up from her body.
He pursed his lips and stared at her in silence for a while.
He lowered his head, kissed the tip of her nose, and said in a low voice: "Keep your word."
Su Hua snorted.
Gu Beixian was dissatisfied with her attitude, "It's too perfunctory, let's say it again."
Su Hua wanted to laugh in her heart.
The initiative is clearly in his hands.
It just seemed like she didn't want him.
After thinking about it, she raised her arms and climbed up to his neck, put her lips close to his ear, and whispered softly: "Many people like you because you are handsome, wealthy, powerful, and charming. And...
People like you because they have seen your embarrassment and feel sorry for you. She sits next to you silently and wants to give you her shoulders and candy."
Gu Beixian's eyes hardened.
He slowly lifted her head and put his face against hers.
After a long while, he finally said: "I asked you to arouse your emotions, not to sensationalize them. Now it's better. It's all gone to my heart and can't go to my kidneys."
Su Hua was almost embarrassed by him and almost cried.
She only speaks the truth from her heart.
She really couldn't say such explicit and fiery words.
She poked his waist gently and said tentatively: "If the kidney cannot be removed, shall we go home?"
"No, that's okay." He lowered his head, kissed her lips, and gently bit her soft lips.
He is a good kisser.
Su Hua was kissed by him until her whole body was soft and waxy, as charming as water.
Although her frame is slender, it is well-proportioned.
The most attractive thing is the slender and soft waist and graceful hip line.
On the outside, she looks pure and white and cannot be blasphemed, but in Gu Beixian's eyes, she is the most charming and captivating person.
Outside the car, the wind on the river was strong, the shadows of the trees were dancing, and the indigo flowing clouds covered half of the moon.
The interior of the car is full of atmosphere and charming.
The next day.
Su Hua suddenly received a text message from the bank on her mobile phone, saying that one million yuan was credited to her account.
The remittance account is: Kyoto Zhengrong Crafts Import and Export Trading Co., Ltd.
This is the head office of Zhengrong Auction House.
Su Hua found Gu Jinyao's business card and dialed the number on it.
After one ring, the other party answered.
"Su Hua." He called her name in a low voice.
The voice is very manly, a pure bass.
Somehow, Su Hua always had a strange feeling every time she heard him calling her name.
It feels like those two short words are full of deep feelings.
However, women like to be sentimental, and she felt that she must have thought too much.
Su Hua said politely: "Mr. Gu, my account just received one million from your company. Did you make a financial mistake?"
Gu Jinyao smiled, "Yes, I transferred it."
Su Hua was slightly puzzled, "We have already paid for that painting, so why do we need to transfer money to me?"
"Your painting was placed in my office. Before it could be given to my father, it was spotted by a regular customer who wanted to buy it. The price was 13 million, which is 1 million higher than the price I gave you."
Su Hua thought for a moment and said, "Don't your auction houses charge a commission of 10%? I'd better transfer this million to you."
She likes to settle accounts with people she doesn't know well and doesn't want to owe any favors.
Gu Jinyao said calmly: "I didn't go through the auction channel, so I won't charge you a commission."
Su Hua was embarrassed, "But..."
"If you really want to thank me, just treat me to a meal."
This request is not excessive at all.
If it had been someone else, Su Hua would have invited her.
But Gu Beixian said that he didn't like her getting too close to him.
Su Hua politely refused: "You have helped me so much, I should treat you to a meal, but it is a bit inconvenient for me. Well, since your father likes Bada Shanren's Mohe Tu,
I will copy one for him. It will be done very quickly, in less than ten days. But I will only copy, not make any forgery. You can figure out the seal on it yourself."
Gu Jinyao paused, "Okay, I took a photo of that painting with my mobile phone and will send it to you later."
"No need, I've already written it down in my mind, and I'm sure I can copy it exactly the same."
Gu Jinyao was silent and said in a very soft voice: "You are still so smart."
Su Hua's heart trembled suddenly, "What did you say?"
Gu Jinyao smiled, then raised his tone several times and said, "I said, you are smarter than I thought."
Su Hua felt that she might have heard wrong again, so she said casually: "I learned it when I was young. Practice makes perfect."
"The seal on the painting is yours. I believe you will be very famous in the future. When you become famous, the value of the Mohe paintings you copied will naturally increase."
"Thank you." She said this, but Su Hua was very happy in her heart, feeling recognized.
After hanging up the phone, Su Hua walked into the study and hung a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door.
She polished the ink with her own hands.
Grinding ink is the first step in painting, which can cultivate and calm the mind.
After polishing the ink, Su Hua held the brush and walked to the large desk.
A piece of ancient rice paper is spread out on the table.
Su Hua closed her eyes and slowly replayed the composition, brushwork and artistic conception of Bada Shanren's ink painting in her mind.
His style is famous for his freehand brushwork in large ink strokes. He adopts a natural approach in creation, and his brushwork is concise, majestic and unique.
Growing up, she had copied so many ancient ink paintings, and she felt that Bada Shanren's paintings were the most difficult to copy.
Chinese painting does not pay attention to three-dimensionality. Focus perspective must be like-like but not like-like.
The paintings that are exactly the same are the lowest ones, the ones in the middle are called wonderful products, and the highest ones are called excellent products, also called divine products.
She felt that Bada Shanren's paintings were masterpieces.
His paintings always convey a desolate, lonely and sad artistic conception, which is the expression of his desolate life experience and neglected feelings.
He was originally the grandson of the royal family surnamed Zhu, and his life was full of ups and downs.
In his own words, his paintings have "not many ink spots but many tears, and the mountains and rivers are still the same as before. The coconut trees that flowed through the troubled times have been left to be carefully copied by the literary community."
One week later.
Su Hua painted Zhu Da's ink lotus paintings, two in total.
The first painting was not very artistic, so she had it framed and hung in her study.
She was particularly satisfied with the second painting, which had the perfect shape, spirit, and rhyme. The ruined leaves and lotus leaves were desolate, lonely, and cold.
After finishing the painting, Su Hua called Gu Jinyao and said, "Mr. Gu, the painting has been finished. Would you like to send someone to pick it up? Or should I send it to you?"
"Thank you for your hard work. Let's make an appointment for a meal, and you can just give me the painting."
Su Hua choked, "I..."
Gu Jinyao was silent for a moment and said, "Everyone needs to eat. I just want to treat you to a meal. It won't take long."
Now that the conversation had come to this point, it would be too unkind for Su Hua to refuse any more, so she had no choice but to agree.
The other party made an appointment at a private restaurant to meet at six o'clock tomorrow night.
After hanging up the phone, Su Hua looked at the ink drawings spread out on the table, thought about it, and called Gu Beixian.
After being connected.
She said: "Tomorrow night at six o'clock, do you have time? I have a dinner party and I want you to go with me."
Gu Beixian pondered for a moment, then asked with a smile: "Whose dinner party makes you work so hard?"
Su Hua said softly: "Gu Jinyao."
Gu Beixian paused, and the hand holding the phone gradually became harder, until the phone was almost bent out of shape.