Lovely wife, hard-to-support husband is too domineering

Chapter 709 Quarrel (1)
Maybe she really thought too much, those things have passed for so many years.That man always comes and goes like the wind, and never stays for anyone or anything, so why can't she let it go? !
After going upstairs to change her clothes, Fu Huanyan went out with her bag on her back, and rode a bicycle to the exhibition hall in the city center.

This painting exhibition is what she wants to see. No matter what the man Song Dengen's attitude towards other things is, his innate talent and talent in painting will always be the object of Fu Huanyan's admiration!

The exhibition hall in the city center was just completed last year.This was rebuilt on the basis of the original old exhibition hall after renovation.The most important thing is that the renovation drawings are from Fu Jinchen.

Fu Huanyan walked in with her bag on her back, laughing as she walked.Well, the pavilion is indeed more modern than before, but this luxury is exactly like the taste of her family Fu Lao Si.

The elevator stopped on the twelfth floor, Fu Huanyan walked out with her head bowed, and warm applause erupted from time to time from the door that opened in front of her.When she walked in, another burst of thunderous applause overwhelmed her.

The hall, which can accommodate hundreds of people, is almost full.Fu Huanyan stood there in a daze, unable to see the empty seats at all.The staff in black uniform saw her and trotted over, "Miss Fu?"

Fu Huanyan was taken aback, then nodded instinctively, "I am."

"This way, please." The staff led the way, but Fu Huanyan had no time to ask, so she could only follow quickly.

There was an empty seat on the far right of the first row. Fu Huanyan sat down with her lips pursed, and greeted the sideways glances of everyone around her.She raised her head in embarrassment, but she happened to meet the eyes of the man standing in the middle of the stage and speaking into the microphone.

Song Dunen stood in front of the microphone with his hands hanging casually in front of him.There was no superfluous expression on his face, even when he looked at Fu Huanyan, there was no ups and downs in his eyes.

The unnaturalness in my heart disappeared in Song Dengen's calm eyes.Fu Huanyan took off her coat and hugged it in her arms, her frowning brows gradually smoothed away.

The speech on the stage lasted for more than 40 minutes, and Song Dunen basically stood up.From time to time, I would go to the drawing board and pick up a brush to outline a few strokes. The simple lines are lifelike.

After so many years, Fu Huanyan saw him standing in front of the drawing board with a paintbrush again, and she still felt excited somewhere in her heart.There is a unique charm about this man.As long as he stands in front of the drawing board, he can give people an invisible drive.It seems that whether you like it or not, you should stand in front of the drawing board with him.

This feeling has not changed over the years.

Fu Huanyan smiled lightly, otherwise he would be popular?Sure enough, there is a reason.

wow wow wow-

There was warm and sustained applause from around again, Fu Huanyan came back to her senses, and unexpectedly saw Song Dengen looking at her.She lowered her head guiltily and didn't hear what he just said at all.

After the speech, many people rushed to ask questions. A girl held the microphone and asked loudly: "Mr. Song, have you been alone all these years?"

Hahaha!
Hearty laughter broke out in the hall, this girl is too straightforward.

Song Dengen in the center of the stage curled his lips, his expression unchanged, "Yes, I'm alone."

There haven't been many reports about Song Dengen in these years. He has a weird personality. He usually doesn't like to show his face. He just likes to lock himself in the studio and paint endlessly.It's good if the painting is satisfactory, but if the painting is not satisfactory, he can lock himself in the house without going out for a month!

So many media wanted to interview him, but he almost refused.

Hearing that he is still single, many girls here are eager to try.The stage background began to change, and Song Dunen's works were continuously projected through slides.

Someone stood up to ask questions again, and the questions did become more and more private.Everyone finally found an opportunity to locate the problem on Song Dengen's private life.

"Mr. Song, you have been alone for so many years, so may I ask why your award-winning work 'Happy Face' is the back view of a woman?"

Fu Huan raised her head up, and the stage slide happened to land on this piece of work.She stared fixedly at the painting named 'Happy Face', her red lips were unconsciously pursed.

In the evening in the ancient town that year, she sat under the starry sky with a mug in her hand, talking about her future dreams innocently.To this day, she still remembers what she said that night.

She said, "I hope one day my paintings can be hung all over the world, even in the most remote corners!"

At that time, Song Dengen looked at her in surprise, and said with a smile, "Our dreams are the same."

Fu Huanyan narrowed her eyes with a smile, and touched the cup in her hand with him, "Then let's compare and see who will realize their dream first!"

In the blink of an eye after so many years, that man has realized his dream.But Fu Huanyan was still looking up, waiting, and looking forward to it.

"I like the back view."

A man's deep voice sounded in his ears, and Fu Huanyan raised his eyebrows.The painting uses blue as the background, the dark blue night sky, the back figure sitting under the starry sky, wearing a plain white shirt and light blue suspender jeans.This is what Fu Huanyan wore that night, and she still likes to wear suspender jeans to this day.

This touch of the purest blue can cleanse people's hearts.

The hands hanging by her side tightened, Fu Huanyan tried her best to ignore the strange emotions in her heart, but there was always something pervasive.She likes blue, and Song Dunn knows it.

"Could it be that you can draw such a good work without a model around you?!" Everyone felt incredible.

Song Dengen held the microphone and lowered his head slightly.There was a smile on his lips, and there was a certain emotion in that smile, "If this image is repeated thousands of times in your heart, I don't think you need a model, you can draw it with your eyes closed!"

"Thousands of times?!"

There was a burst of astonishment off the stage, and while everyone was shocked, they also tasted something from his words.In an instant, the index of the girls' starry eyes rose steadily.Infatuated artists are the most attractive!

Fu Huanyan pursed her lips, her expression sank unconsciously.

After the speech, a large crowd surged, and many people lined up and rushed to the stage, holding notebooks and wanting Song Dunen's autograph.Fu Huanyan was sitting in the front row, and she obviously had no advantage when going out.She can't walk fast, she can only move slowly with the flow of people.

Finally walking out of the exhibition hall, she saw that the elevator was full of people, and she didn't want to join in the fun.The twelfth floor is not bad, she would rather take the stairs, anyway, she is not in a hurry.

Taking the stairs is indeed a wise choice, there are not many people, and some people walk by.Fu Huanyan carried her bag and went downstairs slowly.She took out her mobile phone and looked at it, but there was no missed call.

Holding the phone, Fu Huanyan hesitated whether to ask Xiang Bei to have lunch together.The exhibition hall is not far from Xiang Bei's company. If she rides there, it will take 15 minutes by car.

(End of this chapter)