Rebirth wedding night!The paranoid boss got red-faced by me

Chapter 41
Qi Yuan felt a little like running away.

Seeing this, Li Hongjun frowned: "Why are you panicking? That kid bullied you?"

Qi Yuan shook his head and remained silent, there was no way to explain this to others.

She calmed down and said, "Teacher, you go back first, I'll get some of my paintings, and then I'll go to the ink painting pavilion to find you."

Li Hongjun glared suddenly, and said suspiciously: "You won't be like last time, you said to look for it for two days, and then forget about it."

Li Hongjun finally accepted a student who was pleasing to the eye, but he didn't think that this student was not active at all.

Others want to get a few words of advice from him, but they are waiting to come.

But his student, he went to teach with a pole, and he pushed and pushed again and again as if he was disgusted.

Qi Yuan explained dumbfoundingly: "No, I will go there in an hour at most."

"Where are you going to get it? I'll go with you."

Qi Yuan: "..."

This teacher, I don't believe she needs to be so obvious.

Qi Yuan could only take Li Hongjun to the old city.

Almost all of her previous paintings were burned at Qi's house, and now there are only a few paintings at No. 32 in the old city, and a few picture albums brought back from school to Shen's house.

She didn't want to go back to Shen's house for the time being, so she had to go to the old town.

The two soon arrived in the old town. The place was too messy. Qi Yuan was worried that the elderly would be unsafe, so he confessed, "Teacher, wait for me in the car. I'll come out after I get home and get the paintings."

After Qi Yuan finished speaking, before Li Hongjun refused, he opened the door and ran out of the car.

Li Hongjun frowned looking at the dilapidated street, went home to get it?This little girl's home is here?

Isn't she the adopted daughter of the Qi family?She was also married to that kid from the Shen family, how could this dilapidated old house be her home?
Li Hongjun didn't think for a long time, Qi Yuan ran back with a picture album in his arms, and changed his dress by the way.

Li Hongjun took the album, thinking of the picture of red plums, he looked forward to his apprentice's work.

Then after opening the album, the smile on his face gradually wrinkled into the word Sichuan as the album flipped.

The brush strokes of these paintings are still a bit jerky, but whether they are bright or dark, they all seem to express a kind of emotion, loneliness, helplessness, and despair.

What has his student been through?
In fact, in the eyes of Qi Yuan now, her paintings are not a big problem, because they are still alive.

Just like a poor little girl who has had a miserable life, she still thinks that the world is beautiful and that there is still hope for the future.

But now she...

Li Hongjun closed the album, didn't say much, and went to the ink painting pavilion with all his wishes.

Jinyu Building and Shui Mo Pavilion are two special places in Jianglin City.

Gold and jade landlord auction, all kinds of dresses, jewelry, jewels.

The calligraphy and paintings of the Ink and Wash Pavilion, out-of-print books, and authentic works by famous masters can all be found here.

The Ink Pavilion was founded by Li Hongjun alone. When Li Hongjun entered with Qi Yuan, many people raised their heads and watched secretly.

Until Li Hongjun took Qi Yuan up to the third floor.

The third floor of the Ink Pavilion is Li Hongjun's private studio. Except for Li Hongjun himself, no one has ever been there. Everyone in the circle knows that Mr. Li has taken in an apprentice.

Now just by watching Li Lao bring his little apprentice to the private studio of the ink painting pavilion, it can be seen that Li Lao attaches great importance to this apprentice.

A super-large studio with paintings on the walls, floors and corners.

Looking at these full colors and majestic and smooth lines, Qi Yuan's heart slowly calmed down.

After taking Qi Yuan for a tour, Li Hongjun said, "Well, it's not bad to be my apprentice. You can take whatever paintings you like here, and you don't need that boy from the Shen family to spend money to buy them."

Qi Yuan nodded, it was indeed good.

If the paintings in this house are put up for auction, they will definitely create a rich man.

But as a teacher, she probably doesn't need money.

Otherwise, how could he be so generous to her apprentice.

As Li Hongjun said, he had already brought out the paint, laid out the paper, and then said to Qi Yuan.

"To be idle is to be idle. Let me give you the test questions for your debut today. Take the gods as the theme and make a painting. I will also check your level and find out the direction to teach you."

Qi Yuan was a little hesitant. Her current painting style was too creepy and dark, and she was not willing to show it to others easily.

But the teacher in front of her was voluntarily worshiped by her. Since she has worshiped the teacher, one day she will find problems with her works.

Qi Yuan nodded in agreement.

God?
Qi Yuan slightly closed her eyes, and naturally imagined a picture in her mind.

The paintbrush fell to the paper.

A large swath of black ink was smudged.

Li Hongjun sat down beside him, watching slowly and patiently.

It is said that writing is like a person, and painting is like a person.

Maybe you can understand something by watching a person's painting process.

Li Hongjun wanted to know what happened to his little apprentice to draw such a picture book.

Time passed little by little.

Qi Yuan is still immersed in the painting, as if there are only those bright and dark colors in the world.

The expression on Li Hongjun's face became more serious.

After an unknown amount of time, Qi Yuan put down his pen.

She seemed to be overworked, exhausted, and her little face turned pale again.

On the drawing paper, there are large areas of dark tones, and the gods without fireworks on their faces walk in the world in a white robe.

But under his feet, there was bright red and dark mud, countless ferocious hands stretched out from the ground to grab the god, and one hand even grabbed the god's foot.

The white clothes and the blood-stained mud formed a harsh contrast.

Qi Yuan lowered his head slightly.

There is no god in this world, if there is, why didn't you come to save her in the previous life?
The so-called gods are just illusory comforts, so let's drag them into this hell together.

The darkness and madness in her heart cannot be hidden in the painting.

After Qi Yuan stopped writing for a long time, Li Hongjun came back to his senses.

His entire figure seemed to be shocked. He thought that the picture of red plums and this picture book he had seen before was already a kind of depression and despair.

But now that he saw the painting in front of him with his own eyes, he felt that what he thought was not enough.

What did she go through?will become like this.

Li Hongjun said solemnly: "Qi Yuan, there is not only darkness and despair in this world."

Li Hongjun has always called Qi Yuan's little apprentice, this is the first time he called her by her name so seriously.

Qi Yuan still lowered his head, and said in a hoarse voice: "But I... can only see darkness."

Li Hongjun was shocked.

He thought of when he was young, the accident of his child, the death of his wife, the important people left one by one, the despair enveloped him like a tide, and he would never forget that pain even after 30 years.

He didn't remarry, had a bad temper, and didn't get close to anyone.

Until he saw the picture of red plums, the painful emotions in the painting made him empathize with him, and he came up with the idea of ​​accepting apprentices.

But he has experienced the pain of parting from life and death many times. Why is it that such a young apprentice in front of him has more intense pain and despair than him?

Li Hongjun suddenly reached out and rubbed Qi Yuan's head, and said gently: "Don't be afraid, you have a teacher now."

(End of this chapter)