"Hmm." Gu Cici added a stroke on the big stone in the painting.
Feng Yu took a look and stopped walking. He had actually seen her paintings. After she confirmed her relationship with Mr. Lu, he specifically read her information, which included her works.
She has many drawings, some complete and incomplete, as well as her usual homework and essays.
The most amazing thing by default is "Night", a piece of homework she did when she first entered the school. It is currently included in the school's collection, but people who have seen it prefer to call it "Power".
There is no grand background in the painting, blue, purple and black. She just painted a big tree in her hometown in the night. There is not even a show off technique and no unnecessary details. But everyone who sees it seems to have seen the tree.
From a small sapling to a green and simple tree, it has been worshiped and worshiped as a god by the villagers for half its life. You may even feel that it will stop there forever, watching the sunrise and sunset, until it passes away due to the unpredictable fate of God.
Feng Yu has never quite understood that the same tree, seemingly similar in expression, can be different even without distortion, confusion, or processing. Where is this incomprehensible and invisible talent?
Feng Yu only glanced at it, but stood still quietly when she wrote the third stroke, as if the pen in her hand had some kind of magic power, pulling you to look at the direction of her stroke.
There are no intertwined nodes of light and dark, and she does not consider the structure of the far and near layout. She just adds and subtracts at will, like scribbling, but every stroke she makes seems to follow the process of the stone being worn away by the running water over the years...
It seems that in a hundred years, the first stroke she makes will be the appearance of this stone after it has been completely worn away. Every time she adds a stroke, time becomes closer to the present world...
Feng Yu seemed stunned by this strange feeling...
Gu CiCi's mind was not on the painting at all. All kinds of crazy Feng Yu flashed through his mind. His face was very calm, and his wrist still instinctively moved the pen down and put it away.
It seems that Gu CiCi was careless and accidentally dropped the No. 1 pen that was pressed between his thumb and palette.
Gu CiCi subconsciously bent sideways.
Feng Yu wiped her breath on his cheek and stood up, the pen already in his hand.
"Thank you." Gu CiCi didn't seem to notice the close distance just now.
Feng Yu looked at the pen in his hand, but he couldn't see anything unusual in his expression. He just held the too-slender pen in his hand, and some strange combination prevented her from opening her mouth: "Song Yue came here just now, but he left again for some reason.
"
Feng Yu slapped the pen in her hand, and the pen rolled along. The place where her thumb had just pressed had already lost its initial temperature in such weather.
Gu CiCi turned his head blankly and slightly melancholy, as if he had just remembered this person, and the next moment his eyes returned to the painting without any strangeness, as if he had forgotten the existence of the pen.
Feng Yu felt that it was not enough: "The Song family is also a victim and has the right to know the truth. What's more, what they dote on is their own daughter. It is an established symbol. Whoever takes it is the same symbol. It makes no sense. If it were you, it would be the same.
If you can get the same preference that the Song family has for you." Feng Yu deliberately emphasized the word 'preference'. It is a substantive benefit, so don't be tempted? "What do you think?"
Gu CiCi turned around and opened his hand: "My pen."
Feng Yu looked at the palms of her hands, which had red traces in the cold wind. Her hands were not pretty in winter, but they were small and spread there, silently telling her more than twenty years of hardship.
Feng Yu suddenly spoke: "Song Wanwan has tens of millions of assets in her name." The pen was still in his hand.
The sound of footsteps suddenly came from a distance, and the voice said anxiously: "It's not good, it's not good, sir is here."
"It's broken." Gu Cici quickly put down the palette, not caring about his brushes and tens of millions of assets, and hurriedly grabbed the easel and retreated to the crane stove.
The servant who ran over quickly lowered the heavy curtains on three sides of the wind pavilion.
Gu CiCi quickly picked up the painting tools.
When Lu Zhiyuan came.
Gu CiCi sat in the warm wind pavilion, next to the warm stove, and immediately smiled at him cutely, with a voice as sweet as honey and as sweet as the heart: "Why are you here again? I'm going to be angry..."
Feng Yu unhurriedly lifted up the shabu-shabu holder that she had dropped, and placed it squarely on her current position: "I forgot about this."
Lu Zhiyuan looked around and his expression suddenly darkened.
Gu CiCi wanted to kick Feng Yu into the lake, "Wait for me" and quickly put down the painting tools: "Chu Chu, what should we eat at night? I'm hungry..."
Lu Zhiyuan refused to accept this trick, and held her hand. His fingertips were cold, and Lu Zhiyuan turned around and left!
When Gu CiCi saw this, he immediately chased after him. Why was he angry again? He held his arm flatteringly: "Just for a while..."
Lu Zhiyuan put down her hand.
Gu Cici held his arm again: "Chu Chu, Chu Chu, it's so beautiful over there, Chu Chu..." Gu Cici shook his arm, but Lu Zhiyuan did not break away again, and the two disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Feng Yu stood in front of her painting, looking at the half-finished painting, and then turned to look at the lake outside. Her fingers fell on the brushstrokes she had just stopped, and there was a faint scent of roses remaining in the air.
Feng Yu took back his hand and frowned slightly. He remembered that after Gu Ci came, the rose essential oil and lavender essential oil were sent to her bathroom. Because of the uncertainty of the latter, they were all replaced with rose essential oil.
Is this essential oil so fragrant?
…
Gu Cici rested his chin on Lu Zhiyuan's shoulder, and they were already coaxed. The two sat on the sofa, and Gu Cici huddled in his arms: "I didn't say anything to him, and I don't know why he came to see me.
."
"Then do you want to see him?" He went to look for her after hearing about the visitor, thinking that Song Yue would be there.
After hearing this, Feng Yu stood outside the door.
Gu CiCi played with his cuffs and thought for a while: "I don't feel it..."
"It depends on his intention to recognize you." Otherwise he wouldn't have come to you.
"Why would you recognize me and turn against his sister-in-law and eldest brother? There's no need. What's more, I don't think I need my father very much. If he recognizes me, he won't be the loving father and filial daughter he imagined. I can't even treat him like Song Wanwan."
Being close is not worth the gain, there is no need, not to mention, isn't he gone? He has thought a lot about it..." Gu Cici lowered his head and played with his buttons seriously, with neither sadness nor joy in his tone.
Lu Zhiyuan looked at her, as if he saw her silence.
Feng Yu originally sneered at Song Yue's departure and watched the show leisurely. Suddenly he wanted to ask why he came here since he had not made up his mind.
When Shen Guangyao saw Feng Yu, he was surprised and said: "You..."
Feng Yu took him away naturally.
"Eh?!" Shen Guangyao was confused: "You..."
"Song Yue has been here."
Shen Guangyao's mind was immediately attracted: "How about it, how about it, are you crying and shouting to recognize our little Tumei? In terms of personal strength, our little Tumei is several times stronger than his cheap daughter, let alone our little Tumei
Beauty is dear."
Feng Yu reminded him: "Your little Tumei." Don't lead others around: "What happened last time wasn't enough, was it?"
"Test! This makes me even more angry. She actually danced in front of me. I don't want to live to do that kind of thing."
"If you could live, you would do it?"
"Feng Yu, your brain is blocked by cement. Why are you making trouble with them? What happened to Xiao Tumei? Did Song Yue kneel down and beg for mercy? What did Xiao Tumei say? Hey, hey, why are you leaving...hey
…”
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"Why did you miss it?" The driver had nothing to do with her in the hospital: "No matter what the price, they will do something after receiving the money. I will never see the sun tomorrow!" Song Wanwan's eyes were firm. Now that she has done it, she will do it.
Will do it to the end! "I can add money, but it must be done after the matter is completed!"
Feng Zheng frowned, he didn't expect to miss: "I'll call the other party later."
"Hurry, today."
"I'm in a rush today. This isn't shopping, it requires careful planning."
"No matter how much money you spend, no matter who you look for! Now, immediately! Wait for them to react and fight back against me."
"Calm down, they don't have the ability to do anything they want to do."
Song Wanwan was even more afraid. Yes, they took a lot of money from her, and Lu Zhiyuan gave them: "I can't calm down, how much does it cost? No matter how much it is, I can give it to you now -" After that, she turned to
He gave Fengzheng 100,000 yuan: "I only have so much at my disposal now. Tomorrow... give me another three hours to see how much they say I want!"
Feng Zheng never cooperates with such a brainless person, but this time is an exception: "Where are you? I'm going to find you now."
"No." No one can come to her. She has nothing to do with these people: "You let them arrange it now, no matter how much money it costs."
If Feng Zheng wasn't for her value later, he wouldn't even bother to take another look at this kind of brain. If he can't keep calm, it won't be a big deal. However, if he is a prey, it's best to be as brainless as possible: "Okay, I'll give it a try.
."
Song Wanwan hung up the phone, the desperate emotion in her eyes not yet resolved.
Ye Man's phone calls came in hot pursuit.
Song Wanwan panicked for a moment, but thinking that the matter would be solved soon, she took a deep breath and answered calmly: "Mom." No one would know about it soon, and Qian Yuzhi would not die well.
Ye Man's voice was calm: "I'm downstairs at your teaching building. Come down for a moment."
"Mom..." Song Wanwan's voice trembled. Thinking of the money paid today, her heart became cold. Based on her many years of experience with her mother, her mother first...
Ye Man also understood her daughter and tried to calm herself down. She didn't want to intimidate her. If she could, she could speak softly, but now: "Be obedient, baby, mommy misses you, come down here."
Song Wanwan panicked, she couldn't explain the whereabouts of the money, at least... at least not now, but she could wait until Cao Xiurong and Qian Yuzhi died in ancient times.