"I'll thank you for my best friend, husband!" Li Mi put down the painted brush, turned around and tiptoed, reached out to put his arm around his neck, and fell a shallow admiring kiss on his handsome cheek.
Jingting was also very happy. He hugged her shoulders, hugged her, and kissed her back on her forehead.
Then Jingting accidentally saw the work on her desk, which was a Chinese painting that was about to be completed.
A brush, a roll of rice paper, and a bucket of ink, dyes an ancient tree of various shapes through the five colors of burnt, thick, heavy, light and clear.
He came to the desk with interest and admired it seriously, but he didn't know if it was professional.
Li Mi stood beside him, looked at the painting on the paper, then looked at him, and asked, "Do you want to comment?"
"The first time I saw you paint a landscape, the charm is so vivid and there is a sense of familiarity." Jing Ting's eyebrows flipped gently, and he admired the painting and fell into deep thought.
Li Mi was puzzled, "What is familiar?" She thought to herself, she has a unique style of painting.
"Chinese landscape paintings emphasize freehand painting. You are very similar to Ouyang Buqing's work. Mountain nature is my nature, and mountain love is my love." Jingting's voice was low and gentle, and he turned to look at her, "Do you like him too."
?Have you seen his works?"
"Do you know Ouyang Buqing?" Li Mi felt quite surprised, her lips slightly raised, "Have you seen her works?"
"I admire him very much. I have seen his art exhibition once, but I can say that his introduction is very rare. He did not attend it himself. It is very mysterious and feels like he is hidden in the downtown area." Jingting's face was gentle.
After hearing this, Li Mi smiled and asked, "Then guess is she a boy or a girl? How old are she?"
"Men."
"Why?" She knew he wasn't sure either.
"Because his works have an indescribable sense of power, which is not a woman's style."
Li Mi pointed to the work on the desktop, "Isn't this a woman painted it?"
Jingting looked at her with a smile, "I have studied well and I will be rewarded with extra meals tonight."
"I can learn more like this." Li Mi smiled. She picked up the brush again, dipped it ink, and started signing.
When the four words Ouyang Buqing were written down and fell into Jingting's eyes, the very unique signature flashed through his mind at the art exhibition a few years ago.
It's exactly the same as what I saw today.
"You can use the fake to make the real one." Jingting didn't think too much, and he reached out to caress her hair docilely.
Unexpectedly, Li Mi opened the drawer, took out the private seal from it, and stamped it next to the signature.
Jingting was stunned, "..."
The woman put down Zhangzi and stood up straight, looked at him with a smile, "How is it? Is it more like it?"
He knew that private seals were like this, and with her character, she would not copy one, and such things had no meaning.
So, is she Ouyang Buqing?
"Let's go down to have a meal!" Li Mi pulled his arm and pulled him out. "Anyway, I'm very honored. President Jing will like my work."
"Wife, how many identities do you have in me who I don't know?" Jingting was surprised. "You have such profound attainments in Chinese painting? Do you know that you are very famous abroad?"
"It is also famous in China, but I rarely hold painting exhibitions." She said with a little freshness and elegance, "I paint just to cultivate my sentiment and cultivate my mood."
“It’s getting more and more beautiful.”
Jingting once again felt that he had found a treasure. If a woman could be as kind and gentle as Xiaomi, it would be the feng shui of the whole family.