Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Chapter 465 Sacrificing one’s life for art

The language of the wind.

Liu Piaopiao and Wang Yan drove there first, and it went smoothly without any accidents.

"Tell Ma Tengfei to register when you arrive at the community, come in yourself, ring the doorbell outside, and then open the door for him. I'll go up and take a shower first." After entering the house, Liu Piaopiao left Wang Yan behind and shouted a few times. The second sister didn't respond and went up to the second floor alone.

This was not the first time for Wang Yan to come to Teacher Liu's house, but she still felt that everything here was noble.

Any small decoration might be worth hundreds of thousands.

So while looking at it, Wang Yan didn't dare to touch it for fear of damaging it.

Five or six minutes later, Wang Zihao, Liu Qianqian, and Xu Meili drove back to the door of the villa.

Chen Tianxian and Li Na agreed to come, but they had to go home and take a shower first, and then let Cao Mengru drive them here.

Although the distance was not far, it was a bit cold at night, so it was not safe to walk at night without a male companion.

Wang Yan mentioned something in the small group. Her college roommate once took a bus in broad daylight. After getting off the bus, she found white and unclean things on her hair and clothes on her back, which almost made her sick to death.

Beautiful women walking at night may not be robbed of their money and sex, but the chance of being taken advantage of is very high.

"Wang Yan, where is A Fei?" Wang Zihao asked strangely after entering the house and only seeing Wang Yan.

Wang Yan was a little cautious, because next to Wang Zihao were Teacher Liu and Xu Meili, who had very strong temperament and aura.

The top-notch Bai Fumei is not that silly, sweet, fictional character. In front of outsiders, she is both cold and wise.

"A Fei drove the car home, come over later." Wang Yan missed Liu Piaopiao especially. Without Liu Piaopiao, she was suffering every minute by herself.

"Where's Piaopiao?" Wang Zihao could see Wang Yan's discomfort and couldn't help but ask.

"Go up and take a shower." Wang Yan pinched the corner of her clothes.

Wang Zihao turned to Liu Qianqian and Xu Meili and said, "You two scared my classmates. Go upstairs and take a shower."

Liu Qianqian and Xu Meili went upstairs silently, we didn't do anything.

After the two goddesses went upstairs, Wang Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

stressed!

Isn’t it stressful for an old classmate to fall in love with Teacher Liu?

Well, judging from his attitude towards Teacher Liu and Teacher Liu's best friend just now, it seems that there is no pressure at all.

A capable person is indeed mentally strong.

"Even though they look like goddesses, they are no different from ordinary girls." Wang Zihao said to Wang Yan.

Wang Yan doesn't believe it. Women are tall, short, fat and thin, beautiful and ugly.

If there is no difference between girls, why do you guys like beautiful women, those with thin waists, long legs and fair skin?

Hehe, you are lying to a three-year-old child.

"It's not like a goddess, it's a goddess. They are not goddesses. How many other girls can be called goddesses?" Wang Yan retorted.

"There is no god in the world, so there is no goddess. You are overthinking." Wang Zihao said.

Wang Yan's face turned red: "Zi Hao, are you the kind of scumbag who doesn't cherish what you get? How do you treat Teacher Liu like that?"

Wang Zihao was surprised: "I have good intentions, but I am enlightening you like this to make you less restrained, but you look at me like this? Is Liu Piaopiao always telling you bad things about me behind my back?"

Wang Yan's heart skipped a beat: "No, Piao Piao is not that kind of person."

She is very protective of her best friends and has high moral character.

"Then you play here by yourself, I'll go upstairs." Wang Zihao looked left and right, but didn't see Liu Yueyue. He thought she should have gone upstairs to the study, so he left Wang Yan and went upstairs.

In the study room on the second floor, Wang Zihao didn't find Liu Yueyue, so he went up to the third floor.

Sure enough, the door to the study room was open. Before Wang Zihao entered, he saw Liu Yueyue standing at the table, looking through his scrap manuscripts intently.

Unexpectedly, the charm of calligraphy and painting was so attractive to Liu Yueyue.

"You still know the pain of lovesickness, how can you bear to abandon your slave?" Liu Yueyue was looking at a scrap manuscript, a scene from a famous painting handed down from generation to generation.

My sister's boyfriend is preparing a masterpiece of calligraphy and painting again, and Liu Yueyue is even more sure.

Many scrap manuscripts are disorganized when read alone, and the meaning they express is confusing.

But when put together, it seemed as if a complete picture had been split apart.

It took a long time for Wang Zihao to enter the study before Liu Yueyue realized it.

"Come back so soon?" After being surprised, Liu Yueyue felt a little embarrassed.

The study was part of Wang Zihao's bedroom, just like a girl's boudoir. It was rude to enter without permission.

"No, it's been more than half an hour." Wang Zihao didn't care that his private property was broken into. He didn't have any inflatable girlfriends hidden in his room. He came in as soon as he came in.

"Time flies so fast. This is a feeling I rarely have when I grow up." Liu Yueyue put away all the scraps.

"If you keep feeling that way, it means you haven't grown up yet." Wang Zihao helped clean up the scraps on the table.

After cleaning up, Wang Zihao threw it directly into the trash can.

Liu Yueyue was surprised: "Why throw it away?"

Wang Zihao said: "It's like you buy one house after another, but you don't sell it, don't decorate it, and don't even remember where the house is. You only find out when you look at the house book. Those things you don't care about. Things, maybe like these scraps that I don’t care about.”

Liu Yueyue smiled and said, "It feels like you are scolding people like me who have multiple houses on behalf of people who cannot afford to buy a house."

Before Wang Zihao said anything, Liu Yueyue added: "It's already a good thing if we don't sell them. House prices have risen because of transactions. They circulate like commodities, and the more they circulate, the more they rise. We don't want these houses of ours to Circulation means not adding fuel to the flames. There are certain general trends that even the country cannot stop, so dynasties change. What I can do is to prevent my houses from becoming accomplices."

Wang Zihao was surprised and said: "I haven't read much, don't lie to me!"

"Not only you have a conscience, but some rich people also have it." Liu Yueyue said.

"As expected of the sister of the girlfriend I like, I have really good taste." Wang Zihao was quite pleased.

"Don't forget to bring yourself when you praise others. Grandma is right. You have the potential to pursue an official career." Liu Yueyue said.

"I always feel that you are insulting me, but I have no proof." Wang Zihao frowned.

With her beautiful eyes and willow leaves, and her charming smile as if she were playing the sheng, Liu Yueyue smiled and said, "Grandma and uncle are very cultured. They don't humiliate others."

After a pause, Liu Yueyue added: "Unless they can't help it."

Wang Zihao's face froze, am I so disliked by others?

"Everyone is back. They will be here soon. Do we want to go down?" Wang Zihao asked.

"I ordered a table of dishes. I guess they haven't all been prepared yet. It will take some time to deliver them when they are ready." Liu Yueyue didn't want to leave this study. This is a Feng Shui treasure land, an adult paradise, and a golden house.

"About how long?" Wang Zihao asked.

"It will take another half an hour." Liu Yueyue looked at the time with longing eyes, "Is there a sequel to the calligraphy and painting of the girl in Xiting?"

"Not yet." He originally wanted to say that he had no plans at all, but seeing Liu Yueyue's expectant eyes, Wang Zihao had to add, "There is a story."

Liu Yueyue was disappointed when she heard the first sentence. When she heard the last sentence, a light flashed in her eyes: "Then let's talk for a few minutes."

Wang Zihao was like a storyteller, speaking very skillfully.

During the Lantern Festival that year, the girl from Xiting went to Xiangguo Temple with her father to enjoy the lanterns. Outside Xiangguo Temple, lanterns of various colors were hung, reflecting the light of frost and snow, bright and clear.

The road is busy with traffic, people are noisy, and it is prosperous through the ages.

On that day, Zhao Mingcheng, a Taipei student, and the cousin of the girl from Xiting were also at the lantern scene.

Zhao Mingcheng was the third son of the imperial minister Zhao Ting's family. His father, Zhao Tingzhi, was an official to the right servant of Shangshu. He was in the high position of prime minister and his family was prominent.

Zhao Mingcheng is well-read and well versed in the collection of epigraphy, calligraphy and painting. He is considered outstanding. He met the girl from Xiting at the lantern festival.

Liu Yueyue was secretly happy for the girl from Xiting. This Zhao Mingcheng was the right match for the girl from Xiting. He was talented and beautiful.

One day, the girl in Xiting was playing on the swing in the courtyard. When she saw a visitor coming, she hurriedly avoided it. By chance, she glanced and saw that the handsome young man was the one she had missed for many days.

"So, the girl from Xiting wrote a poem, "Dian Red Lips": After playing on the swing, she got up and straightened her slender hands. The dew was thick and the flowers were thin, and the sweat was thin and the clothes were light. When the guests came in, she cut her socks and gold hairpin Slip away. He walks away in shame, leaning against the door and looking back, sniffing the green plums."

Liu Yueyue was surprised that she created a virtual character for the image and actually wrote the lyrics in the other person's character.

So touching!

I didn't sacrifice those two sex scenes in vain, my sister's boyfriend repaid the favor.

Should I continue to dedicate myself to art?

Everyone has known since childhood that there is no free lunch in the world, and there will be no pie falling from the sky.

Some people sacrifice their small families to take care of everyone else, while others sacrifice their lives for justice. Therefore, Western dignitaries have been standing up for those crazy horses who perform naked for art.

"Dian Jiang Lip is the name of the brand, right? Where does it come from?" Liu Yueyue asked.

"In the spring of February in the south of the Yangtze River, the east wind turns to green grass. I don't know who's family is watching the flowers, peaches, and plums. The white snow condenses the beautiful face, and the pearls are dotted with crimson lips. Pedestrians come and go, trying to imitate the God of Luochuan." Wang Zihao pointed out "Dian Jiang" The origin of Lips.

Liu Yueyue felt relaxed and happy and loved poetry, but she was still confused: "Who wrote this poem? I have no impression at all?"

Wang Zihao was at a loss. One lie required countless lies to cover up, and it turned out to be true.

Especially when I met Liu Yueyue, who was more serious about art, she was even more difficult to deal with than Liu Piaopiao.

"If no one recognizes it, just think it was written by me." Wang Zihao said helplessly.

With jade as her bones, snow as her skin, autumn water as her posture and poetry as her heart, Liu Yueyue's eyes are brilliant and so humble.

"In ancient times, poems were done very well. They could open official doors with their poems and rise rapidly. You..." Liu Yueyue said.

Wang Zihao shook his head: "You are wrong. It is because you become an official and have influence that you can leave poems. Do you think any of the ancient poets was a commoner? Not to mention that there are as many ancient poets as there are today's online articles. After two thousand years of accumulation, there are at least tens of millions of them, and there are only a few dozen that have names and surnames and are known to future generations."

Liu Yueyue was silent, as if this was the reason.

It seems that in terms of art, I am really shallow and not as good as my sister's boyfriend.

Next, Liu Yueyue happily heard the plot of the Xiting girl and Zhao Mingcheng getting married as they wished, and envied the two of them living a poetic and picturesque life.

After the marriage, Zhao Mingcheng and the girl from Xiting played the piano and played the piano in harmony, and their happiness was beyond words. The girl from Xiting wrote another very playful poem to tease her husband.

""Ugly Slave·A gust of wind and rain comes in the evening"

A gust of wind and rain came in the evening, washing away the scorching light.

Put aside the music, but put on light makeup on the water chestnut flowers.

The crimson silk threads are thin and the ice is shiny, and the snow is greasy and fragrant.

Laughing Tan Lang: Tonight, the mushrooms are cold in the pillow of the gauze cook. "

The pink transparent pajamas are looming against the crystal white skin, and the intoxicating fragrance makes people feel soft.

Liu Yueyue suspected that Wang Zihao was writing about her sister. Art comes from life, but is higher than life.

I like this kind of plot, warm, sweet, and happy, but the lyrics are not as valuable as the literary and artistic value of "Risk Pavilion Sunset".

Is it because I didn’t continue to dedicate myself to art?

Liu Yueyue reflected.

In addition, there must be no relationship breakdown. She still wanted to listen, and the voices of her sister and best friend sounded outside the study.

"Sister, the food hasn't been delivered to the restaurant yet. Everyone is here downstairs." Liu Qianqian and Xu Meili entered the study.

Liu Yueyue was about to answer the call when her cell phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and stood up: "They should be here. Call me. Let's go down and answer the call."

As she said that, she answered the phone and walked out of the study.

Liu Qianqian was about to ask Xu Meili to go downstairs with her when she saw the other party standing in front of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", his eyes shining.

"Sister and I will go down first." After saying that, Liu Qianqian and sister Liu Yueyue went out.

When Xu Meili saw "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" for the first time, she couldn't stop screaming.

Liu Yueyue answered the phone, and sure enough, the food delivery person had arrived.

In the study.

"When did you draw it?" After everyone left, Xu Meili came back and hooked her arms around the little man's neck.

"I started painting years ago, and I paint a little bit every day, hiss~" Wang Zihao took a breath and wanted to hold down that dishonest little hand or even throw it away.

But it didn't work.

"You're so handsome tonight!" After a while, Xu Meili stood up again, standing on her tiptoes and kissing her with stern eyes.

Wang Zihao was about to say it was just average, but Xu Meili, who was half a head shorter than him, was half a body shorter than him the next moment.

Then, the warmth of love spread throughout Wang Zihao's body.

downstairs.

The restaurant delivered the order and put it on the table, still steaming hot.

Li Na came to Wind Language for the first time, walked around the first floor, and secretly clicked her tongue.

The space is too big. Without a few screens, no matter how much furniture and appliances are used, it will still feel empty.

The so-called big family's space explains this very well.

Such a big house, I can't live without four or five children.

The backyard is also a bit big, so it would be a pity not to grow vegetables.

There is a greenway under the slope outside the backyard, and tourists pass by it from time to time. Otherwise, it would be more perfect if the fence is built with hollows and you can enjoy the lake view in the yard.

"Why hasn't Zihao come down yet?" Chen Tianxian asked Liu Qianqian.

"It was the first time that Sissi entered Zihao's study. She was a little reluctant. Zihao was looking at paintings with her," Liu Qianqian said.

"Painting?" Chen Tianxian was curious, "What painting?"

"You'll know when you go up and take a look, but don't be like Qianqian who can't get out as soon as you get in." Liu Qianqian was quite proud.

"I'll go up and have a look!" Chen Tianxian has been here many times, and she has been to the study on the second floor.

The study on the third floor belongs to Wang Zihao's private study, but she has not been there yet.

(End of this chapter)