my korean savage wife

Chapter 158 The Mysterious Artist...

"Ah Hu, we are going back to Korea today." Having breakfast, I proposed our idea of ​​returning to Korea.

Ah Hu didn't expect that I would propose to leave so soon, he was a little surprised: "Leave so soon?"

"Yeah, there's nothing wrong with staying here. After returning to South Korea, I will return to China in a few days. By the way, do you plan to stay in the United States forever?"

Ah Hu stopped the tableware in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief: "I don't know either. When I become famous, I will definitely come to China to see you. I called my family last night and they are all fine." Said At this point, Ah Hu's eye circles were a little red.Since Ah Hu was brought to the United States by his old coach a few years ago, he has never returned home, wandering in every corner of San Francisco.

Stephen suddenly said: "This morning, the secretary of the big boss called me and said that he opened a bank account for Mr. Tiger and deposited 90 US dollars in it. If possible, I will send 10 US dollars to Mr. Tiger's home. Ten thousand dollars. Master Tiger, what do you think?"

"10 is too much, let's say 1. I don't want them to have too many guesses, just let them know that I have a stable job here. I will explain to them when the time is right." Ah Hu really matured, Thinking about things is also much more thoughtful than before.I'm afraid that in a few years, Ahu will not be the Ahu he is now, and he will definitely be much more capable than he is now.

Stephen nodded: "Okay, I'll do it later."

"Oh, I didn't expect you to leave so soon. Stephen, I'll get them two tickets back to Korea later." Ah Hu sighed knowing that he couldn't keep me.

At this time, Stephen's cell phone rang, and he listened for a while, then handed the cell phone to Ahu: "Your phone."

"Well, I see." After a few words, Ahu hung up the phone and said to us, "The boss is going to introduce me to my boxing coach today."

It seems that Ah Hu will be very busy in the next period of time...

Who could have imagined that life would have such a turning point, this turning point came so suddenly, so surprising.Perhaps, everything before was God testing Ah Hu, and now, God finally smiled at Ah Hu.No, it was Lin Feng who smiled at Ah Hu - because the person who has gone through so much torture and can still stand still is exactly the person he is looking for.

When walking towards the garage, Ah Hu leaned into my ear and said: "If there is a woman in the world who would not even sacrifice her life for her, this life will be worth it. Cherish her."

There are two luxury cars in the garage.Ahu reluctantly said goodbye to us, got into a car, and the driver drove him away from the villa.And Stephen put us in another car and drove us to the airport himself.

How many untold stories are hidden in the row upon row of San Francisco... There are groups of rich people, and there are also a large number of poor people who can't even afford food and clothing... Some people become rich overnight, and some become poor overnight... …This territory pioneered by explorers and gold diggers, from the beginning of its history, has been full of get-rich-quick dreams, full of adventurous spirits… As I drove to the airport, I couldn’t help but feel emotional.

Stephen answered a phone call, turned around and told us: "The air ticket has been booked. After you arrive at the airport, wait for about two hours before you can go directly back to South Korea."

Arriving at the airport, we bid farewell to the British butler with a pure London accent, and we happily entered the airport waiting room.

I called Jieshi and told him about Ahu's current situation. He was very happy on the phone and repeatedly praised me for doing a good job.Unexpectedly, the three Nancheng brothers back then are now one in France and one in the United States, leaving me running around between China and South Korea.The three people who were inseparable back then are now scattered all over the world.

After hanging up the phone, I suddenly felt a little bored.Because we chatted late last night and got up early today, Sunmi was very sleepy and dozed off on my shoulder.I stopped talking to her and watched all kinds of people in the waiting room to pass the time.

An old man approached me dragging a big box, pointed to the seat next to me and asked me in English: "Is this seat occupied?"

I shook my head: "No one." From his characteristic white beard and casual clothes, my first feeling told me: he is an artist.

He put the box on the ground, and took out a piece of paper, a pencil, and a book from it.Putting the book under the white paper, he began to draw.It turned out that he was really an artist, and a painter at that.

There were a lot of people walking around in front of him, and his eyes followed one of them for a while, then he raised his head and closed his eyes, as if to let the picture be engraved in his mind, then he squeezed the pencil tightly and wrote on the white paper. With a few brush strokes, the person just now was vividly expressed on the white paper.

I was stunned. I was able to restore the scene just now to the white paper with only one glance of memory. This is not something that ordinary painters can do.In addition to keen observation and deep memory, skilled skills and sensitive wrists are also required.

He stared at the sketch in his hand for a while, shook his head dissatisfied, crumpled the white paper, and stuffed it into the trash can next to it.

He took out another piece of white paper, his eyes scattered around, as if he was looking for something to paint, he turned around and fixed on me.

He slowly raised two palms, forming a circle, and placed them in front of his eyes, as if adjusting the most suitable "lens". Finally, he fixed his palms and nodded in satisfaction.

He thanked me with a good-natured smile for me being his model for free.Then he frowned, looked at us for a few seconds, lowered his head and started to draw carefully, after a few strokes, he looked up at us again, and then continued to draw the next stroke.The meticulous expression seems to be creating a famous painting.I noticed that he has no eraser at all and never revises. Every stroke is as vivid and powerful as carved with a carving knife.

The white paper in his hand gradually spread out the picture, which feels like an old-fashioned black and white printer, slowly printing out the images we need, which makes people always have a kind of expectation.

so perfect!Especially Sunmi who was sleeping with her eyes closed, as if she had left me and got into the drawing paper.Through the screen, I felt the beauty of Yoon Sunmi from a unique and wonderful angle.The relaxed posture, smooth and shiny hair, and even long eyelashes are all expressed in detail.It seems that what I am looking at is not a painting, but a mirror.

He finally stopped the pen in his hand, looked carefully for a while, showed regret, sighed slightly, and was about to throw the drawing paper into the trash can.

In desperation, I took his hand and took the drawing paper out of his hand: "Give it to me, can you?"

He looked at me with some surprise, smiled and nodded.

(End of this chapter)