Why do you still need to roll up after being reborn?

When Mu Jiawen and Jiang Yan arrived at Dexin Building at seven o'clock, Mu Chenyan and Song Qingping were chatting happily and made an appointment with him to visit the gallery after the competition the next day.

The opening hours are for outsiders and tourists, so of course you don’t have to worry about it, and it’s better this way, as there is no noise from outsiders.

Song Qingping breathed a sigh of relief.

But Huang Kai was sitting on the side looking like he was suffering from constipation. His backpack was hung on the back of the chair behind him. His left hand reached in and took it out, took it out and put it in again. Repeated several times, Jiang Yan saw If you don’t want to go down anymore, ask him, “What are you doing?”

The two of them were sitting together. On the other side of Huang Kai was Song Qingping. He was chatting with Mu Chenyan. They both grew up in traditional Chinese painting in elementary school, so they had a lot to talk about.

"My father inspired me to learn Chinese painting, and he studied under Mr. Xie Xian."

"Mr. Xie Xian, right? I have the impression that my teacher and Mr. Xie are good friends. He once invited him to join the Kyoto Traditional Chinese Painting Association, but he refused, and I haven't seen him since."

"Alas," Song Qingping sighed, "More than fifty years ago, the Xie family was one of the largest families in Yunzhou. Mr. Xie's elder brother was in politics. I don't know whether he offended someone or accidentally caused trouble. There was a great turmoil in Yunzhou that year. The Xie family was investigated. Mr. Xie and his brother were taken away. The Xie family was torn apart. A big family disappeared completely in Yunzhou within half a year. I remember my father also said However, Mr. Xie’s eldest son is very accomplished in Chinese painting and calligraphy, but it’s a pity that he didn’t have a good time to show off.”

Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Mu Jiawen. Sure enough, this girl was thoughtful.

At this time, Huang Kai pulled his sleeve, leaned close to him and asked softly, "Tell me, if I ask Master Mu to sign her autograph for me, will she agree?"

Jiang Yan said in surprise, "Have you been struggling with this just now?"

Huang Kai nodded slightly.

"Where to sign?"

Huang Kai pointed back at his backpack and whispered, "I have a notebook."

"take it out."

Huang Kai secretly took out his notebook like a thief. On the other side, Mu Chenyan and Song Qingping were still continuing the conversation.

"What happened to Mr. Xie Xian later? Do you know where he was taken? Did he go back again?"

Song Qingping shook his head regretfully, "No, my father wanted to help, but our family is just an ordinary family of teachers, so it doesn't matter. My father was suspended for a month because of too many questions, and no one dared to do it again after that. I went to ask for news about the Xie family."

Mu Jiawen said at this time, "Teacher, do you know the name of Mr. Xie Xian's eldest son?"

"I know, he is a few years younger than my father, his name is Xie Chenyang."

really

Mu Chenyan turned to look at her and asked, "Xiaosi, who is he?"

"It's grandpa."

No wonder she was able to enlighten Xiaosi so well. Although Mu Chenyan prided herself on her ability, if she really enlightened her daughter, it might not be better than now.

Song Qingping said in surprise, "Xie Chenyang is your grandfather?"

"Well, it's my adoptive mother's father. He inspired me to learn Chinese painting."

"So Xie Chenyang didn't leave Yunzhou, he went to Jianghai? Then he is now..."

"Has passed away."

Song Qingping felt very regretful. He was still young when the Xie family tree fell and the monkeys were scattered. After his father was suspended for a month, he did not dare to ask about the Xie family's affairs. But even so, if he knew that Xie Chenyang had gone to Jianghai, he would definitely not ignore it. of.

As for why Xie Chenyang didn't contact his father, he was probably afraid that it would implicate him.

"Does he have any family members here now?"

"My uncle's family lives in Jianghai. He is a junior high school mathematics teacher and has a son who is a senior in high school this year."

Grandpa said before that my uncle didn’t have any great talents, so he was suitable for this kind of ordinary life. The waiters served the dishes one after another. Just when Mu Chenyan was about to pick up the chopsticks, Jiang Yan stood up and handed a notebook to her, "Auntie, Huang Kai wants your signature."

"it is good."

Mu Chenyan took it happily, first wrote some words of encouragement to Huang Kai, and finally signed her name.

When he handed it back to Huang Kai, he smiled and said, "Just tell me what you want to do next time. You are Xiaosi's senior brother. You can just call me aunt from now on. Don't be polite, okay?"

姨？

Master Mu is his aunt?

Huang Kai took the notebook with excited hands and smiled stupidly.

Song Qingping didn't feel like he could see it, but thinking about the way he looked when he first entered the private room and saw Mu Chenyan... well, it wasn't much better.

After finishing the meal, several people walked down from the second floor while talking. When passing by the lobby on the first floor, a voice suddenly sounded, "Qingping?"

Song Qingping turned around after hearing this and was stunned for a moment, "Senior Brother Fang? Are you back from a business trip?"

Hearing Song Qingping talk about a business trip, Fang Ji felt a little uncomfortable on his face.

Song Qingping called him in the afternoon and said that he had brought his students to Kyoto to participate in the competition. Fang Ji didn't want to deal with this junior brother who had done nothing, so he lied and said that he was on a business trip and was not in Kyoto. He would not participate in this year's competition.

It’s true that I won’t participate, but I’m still in Kyoto.

But who would have expected that they would meet each other in Dexin Building tonight, and why would Junior Brother Song be with Master Mu? Not only are they together, they also look very familiar.

When did he become so familiar with Master Mu? Why didn't he know?

Because he was so shocked, Fang Ji forgot about the lie in the afternoon and blurted out Song Qingping's name.

"I'm on a business trip in Cannes next door. I'll be back if I have something to do in the evening."

Fang Jiqiang held his hand and calmed down, then looked at Mu Chenyan and greeted him respectfully, "Dean Mu."

Although Mu Chenyan was unwilling to take up the post of dean of the Academy of Fine Arts, the president of Peking University still gave her the title of honorary dean, and she also gave lectures at Peking University every month.

She knew almost all the professors at Peking University Academy of Fine Arts, but most of them were just acquaintances and not familiar with them.

The same goes for ordinary professors like Fang Ji, who only meet and say hello.

From the few conversations between the two, Mu Chenyan could tell Fang Ji's previous attitude towards Song Qingping.

She looked at the other person lightly, nodded, and said nothing.

"Senior brother, you're busy, let's go first."

Song Qingping was not stupid. He called Fang Ji this afternoon and he said he was on a business trip. He roughly guessed it.

In fact, there was no need. In the past, he rarely bothered him when he came to Kyoto. He only called to say hello and didn't want to do anything.

The group of people left Dexin Building, but Fang Ji still stood there, staring in the direction they left in a daze.

The game had already started. Song Qingping took back his thoughts and felt his phone vibrating. He took it out and took a look. It was Fang Ji who asked him to have dinner.

He refused without hesitation.

After the game in the afternoon, he was going to visit Sister Mu's gallery. Because Mu Chenyan was two years older than him, he asked him to call her sister, and she called him by his first name.

This title sounds much closer.

morning!

I slept in, sent my kids to draw, and then managed to squeeze out a chapter. I am so diligent.