Chapter 120 Painting Exhibition

In the living room, Qiao Weidong and Song Qian were in a difficult situation; in the studio, Fang Yifan was very helping Qiao Yingzi.

"Yingzi, is this part?"

"Wrong, this piece of color is wrong, you can look for it again."

Fang Yifan himself is not interested in Lego, so he only plays with Qiao Yingzi if he likes it; but the same thing is true: as long as he is with the person he likes, he will be happy to do whatever he does.

"Fang Hou, I just scared me to death, I'm afraid they will get choked at your house."

Looking back on what he had experienced this morning, Qiao Yingzi is still a little scared until now.

"No, your mother values ​​rules the most. As long as she is at my house, she and Uncle Qiao will not be able to make a fuss."

Fang Yifan was still too naive, or underestimated Song Qian, so Tong Wenjie appeared in time, otherwise the scene just now would be very refreshing.

"Today is the first time they have eaten at the same table since their divorce; I like the atmosphere just now, they picked up food for me separately, as if they were back when they were a child."

Fang Yifan could see that Qiao Yingzi was not actually thinking about Lego. Compared to playing with building blocks, what she liked more was that her parents could live in harmony.

"Leave it to me, I will definitely find a way to organize more events similar to today."

The goddess is in need, Fang Yifan said that she is willing to do whatever she wants.

At half past nine, Song Qian still couldn't help but knocked on the door and came in:

"Yingzi, it's past nine o'clock, it's time for us to go back."

"I'm only halfway through it. It's also a day of rest. Mom, do you want me to play for a while?"

"Yes, Aunt Song, it's still early."

Fang Yifan also said from the side.

"Yingzi, you won't forget that there is still a mission tonight."

"What task? Are you talking about doing the test paper?"

"Yes, you have fallen to third place. Fanfan is a good art candidate than you. Shouldn't you work harder?"

Song Qian said it, saying this was a bit ignorant of the feelings of the younger generation.

"Aunt Song, Lei'er and I are..."

"Fanfan, you and Lei'er did a good job this time, but Yingzi is different from you, especially you; you can do whatever you want, but Yingzi can't do it;

I know you are out of kindness, but your behavior is not helping her or harming her. Do you understand what I mean?"

Fang Yifan didn't expect Song Qian to say such things to her juniors without regard for her face.

"Mom, stop talking, I'll go back with you..."

Fang Yifan knew that he could not speak at this time, otherwise it would intensify the conflict; if Song Qian discovered the underground relationship between the two, Qiao Yingzi would be even more difficult to be a human being.

It is difficult for a clean official to make a decision on family affairs. Fang Yifan felt powerless for the first time since he traveled through many worlds.

"Son, you seem to have gotten along well with Yingzi recently."

After the Qiao family left, Fang Yuan looked at Fang Yifan who had not spoken for a moment and said thoughtfully.

"When did we have a hard time?"

Tong Wenjie is careless and has to be meticulous and observing it in detail. Fang Yifan is not surprised that he will find something.

"You used to be good, but they are a little different from what you are now. Tell me honestly, are you in love early?"

Fang Yuanman’s smile on his face.

"What kind of early love is that I am eighteen, and I am legally old; Dad, don't say that you haven't had a relationship when you were eighteen."

If it was Tong Wenjie, Fang Yifan would definitely choose to pretend to be confused, but Fang Yuan? You can fight for it.

"It's true, son, you have a good attitude. Yingzi is indeed a good girl. She is obedient and sensible. Not only your mother, but her father also wants such a daughter. But now it's the third year of high school, and it's an extraordinary time, you must grasp the right measure."

Fang Yuan was not ready to be a grandfather, so he gave Fang Yifan a vaccination.

"I'm not very sensible enough. Just now, Aunt Song called Yingzi away, but I didn't say anything. I held back my anger and exclaimed, but that's it."

Fang Yifan felt that it was not easy enough.

"What are you father and son talking about?"

Seeing that Fang Yuan had not returned to the room for a long time, Tong Wenjie, who had finished washing, came out.

"It's nothing, I just think Yingzi is too pitiful; mom, your best friend is so mean."

"Now, I know I'm fine, what have you done long ago; take a shower and go to bed, and I'll send you to Teacher Chen's class tomorrow."

Tong Wenjie also felt that Song Qian was a little too harsh on Qiao Yingzi.

………

Qingfeng Gallery

Fang Yifan didn't have someone to accompany him, so he came here by taking a taxi with an oil painting on his back.

"Hello, Teacher Chen."

After only the last contact, Fang Yifan could feel that Chen Qingfeng was a capable person and might not be able to teach himself too much, but it was enough to lead himself into the industry.

"Here I'm here, let me see the painting."

Teaching according to your aptitude is the basic quality of every teacher. With Fang Yifan's ability, Chen Qingfeng certainly would not treat him as an ordinary student.

"Is this your school?"

A realistic oil painting - the early morning spring breeze middle school.

"yes."

"The colors and layouts are all very good, and you can't tell at all that you can draw at the age of yours; you need to polish and correct it here, and you're a little anxious."

Chen Qingfeng commented while looking.

"My mother has been a little tight in her senior year. She didn't support me in this way. She wanted me to take the Tsinghua University."

Last night, Tong Wenjie said that Fang Yifan only thought of coming to Chen Qingfeng's side today. He was rushing to draw in the middle of the night. How could he not hurry up?

"Oh, all parents are the same. When I was just like your age, my mother asked me to take the Tsinghua University exam; but if Tsinghua is so easy to take the exam, he wouldn't be Tsinghua."

Chen Qingfeng was moved and looked at Fang Yifan and remembered himself back then.

"I told you last time that at your current level, I have nothing to teach; if I ask me to draw this painting, it is probably this level."

Talent is really more important than hard work, Chen Qingfeng sighed in his heart.

"Teacher Chen has been awarded the award, he is far inferior to you and me..."

If someone says that, if you don’t say anything, you will be a fool.

"You have a sequence of knowledge and expertise, and you are a natural painter, and I am more suitable to be a teacher;

In the past few days, I have a junior sister in Beijing who has an art exhibition. I want to go and see it in the afternoon. If you have nothing to do, go with me and broaden your horizons."

Chen Qingfeng did not regard Fang Yifan as a child, but was communicating purely with an equal identity.

When I went to the art exhibition, or to my junior sister's art exhibition, I would come to whatever I wanted. Chen Qingfeng wanted to bring himself into the industry.

………

Beijing China Art Museum

As soon as he got off the car, Fang Yifan realized that Chen Qingfeng's junior sister was not an ordinary person. In addition to having money and strength, you also need connections when holding an art exhibition here.

Yang Yi's Personal Art Exhibition

"Yang Yi, I think you have heard of it somewhere. Teacher, your junior sister is still a big beauty."

Looking at the eye-catching poster at the door, Fang Yifan said to himself.

"She is much more famous than me. It's normal for you to hear it. Let's go in and take a look."

Chen Qingfeng was hesitant when he participated in this art exhibition, but when things came to an end, he became firm and led Fang Yifan in.
Chapter completed!