grandpa is not sick

Chapter 35
"Look at it." Fu Qingliu said indifferently as he glanced over the paintings.

If it was another artist, she would definitely not let him see it, because if unpublished paintings are viewed by people with malicious intentions, there may be some plagiarism incidents, although each artist has a different style, Shui Qingliu The style of these paintings is quite different from that of most people, but these paintings are different from Shui Qingliu's consistent landscape paintings or abstract paintings where despair and hope coexist. People with insufficient appreciation may not be able to see that this is Shui Qingliu. painting.

But Fu Yixun is different, not to mention that his level will not have any thoughts on these paintings, even his pride will definitely disdain to do such things.

Twirling one of the white cloths with white fingertips, the light-colored picture slowly came into view. He saw an owl. The whole picture was only a branch under the weight of snow and the owl standing on the branch, but it didn't look like it at all. Thin, this owl seems to be alive, with a sharp expression, you look at it, it looks at you, and the eyes are sharp as if you are its prey, it makes people feel a little depressed and panic, this level , It is not something that ordinary people who can draw can draw.

Fu Yixun frowned slightly, and lifted the white cloth of another painting. This time it was a red peony. On the white cloth, it was as warm as a raging fire, so beautiful that it almost burned people's eyes.

"This is a painting of Qingliu Shui..." Fu Yixun said suddenly.

Fu Qingliu paused, and there was a discordant pause on the drawing paper. She frowned, continued to draw, and asked lightly, "How do you know?"

"This painter's style of painting has always been very domineering. Whether it is landscape painting or abstract painting, there is always a very uncool and extreme flavor. Although these two paintings are very different from her previous paintings, the brushstrokes It hasn’t changed, but looking at these two paintings, I can see that the painter still seems to be a very willful person.”

"Why do you sound like you don't like Shui Qingliu very much?" Fu Qingliu stopped the movement of his hands and looked at him quietly.

"I don't like the smell in her paintings...the smell of claws and claws." Fu Yixun commented very seriously, and didn't notice Fu Qingliu's increasingly cold expression at all.

"Bang!" The sound of the paintbrush being thrown heavily into the iron brush holder filled with water also caused Fu Yixun to divert his eyes from Shui Qingliu's painting, and then saw Fu Qingliu looking at him coldly. His gaze made his heart twitch inexplicably.

"Show your teeth and claws?" Fu Qingliu kicked away the easel in front of him, and the drawing board, paints, and water in the muddy brush container fell all over the floor, his eyes filled with cold anger.

Fu Yixun was taken aback by Fu Qingliu's sudden violent action. His brown eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at her in disbelief. Then he realized that this is Shili Gallery, where only paintings of clear water hang, while Fu Yixun's eyes widened. Qingliu is an employee of Shili Gallery. Could it be that she is angry because he commented on the top painter of Shili Gallery in this way?But he was just being honest with her, did she want to hear his lies?

"In your eyes, those are teeth and claws?" Fu Qingliu clenched her hands into fists, her bones were almost white, she seemed to be holding back the burning anger, and her chest heaved violently.

Fu Yixun frowned, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line in displeasure, and his deep and sharp eyes looked down at her, coolly, like a noble noble looking at the pariah below with his teeth and claws, "Isn't it? ?”

"Get out." Fu Qingliu looked so angry that he couldn't help but go up and beat Fu Yixun. He took a few steps to the door and opened it. He was yelled out, "Get out of here!"

Fu Yixun, who has never been treated like this and never asked to "get out", stared at Fu Qingliu with wide eyes in shock and disbelief. Those who came out immediately fled away. Just as they walked out, there was a bang behind them, and the door was slammed shut. Fu Yixun was so angry that his whole body was shaking, his facial muscles twisted and twitched, and he kicked hard on the wall, resulting in pain. His expression became even more distorted, and he cursed as he walked downstairs quickly: "Shit! Damn it! It's unreasonable! Crazy! Capricious! Inexplicable! You did this to me because of a woman! Bastard!..."

Fu Yixun walked away from Shili Gallery as fast as he could fly in anger, and didn't even stop when he bumped into the shoulders of several people on the way. Seeing him coming, Xiao Yang quickly stepped back a few steps, looking at his expression, he wondered if this guest should Are you going to have another nervous attack?

As soon as Fu Yixun got into the car, he tore off the scarf around his neck, took off his jacket and threw it on the passenger seat as if venting his anger, and the car flew away angrily like an arrow.

In the studio, the sound of smashing things came intermittently, even the staff on the first floor heard it. They looked at each other and decided to go to Chi Fei. That room was also Fu Qingliu and Chi Feineng. Go in, and only Chi Fei can persuade Manager Fu who seems to become very irritable as soon as he enters that room.

When Chi Fei heard the employee's report, he quickly called someone to pick up the guests who were being entertained, and quickly reached the second floor. At this time, there was no sound inside. He took out the key to open the door, and the purpose of entering was indeed a mess. , there were drawing boards, easels and papers everywhere, Fu Qingliu squatted on the ground with her head in her arms, the sun was clearly not far away, but it seemed that she couldn't reach her at all, as if there was a shadow covering her, the slender The figure curled up into a ball, like an abandoned kitten.

"Qingliu?" Chi Fei was a little frightened, and he didn't dare to get too close for fear of startling her cautiously. In fact, he and Fu Qingliu haven't known each other for a long time. For a few years, he only knew that Fu Qingliu had a ten-year-old son, but he didn't know who the father of the child was, but a 24-year-old woman had a ten-year-old child. What an unbearable past, otherwise why would she be so emotionally unstable when she was in the studio?Why is she usually heartless and indifferent, as if she has no memory of this world at all?
"I'm fine." Fu Qingliu's voice was calm, his brows were tightly frowned, and a blue vein appeared on his forehead, "I'm just... just a little bit angry..."

No one has ever been able to see that in each of the paintings she drew before the age of 20, which is full of her emotions and memories, the domineering surface of the trapped beasts, she is just fighting in an inescapable situation. She was just barking her teeth and claws in the cage. She was a very willful person. She used to be unable to straighten up even if she was stepped on her waist, and she would never show weakness. She was as stupid as a newborn calf.

Yes, she is not what she used to be now, but there were always scars left in the past, but now someone is so hateful and easy to see through the appearance, pokes the scar fiercely, and stabbed her head and blood .

(End of this chapter)