Top beloved wife: Mistakenly provoking arrogant president

"Well, even if I say it casually, I don't have any evidence. It can be false."

Gu Li has no backbone to show a flattering smile when she talks. You can't keep your head down under the eaves. You have to give advice when you change your advice. In case Zhang Xingling is in a hurry to kill himself, he is now in charge of other people's territory.

Zhang Xingling asked her to get up and go on: "forget it, that's it."

He looked back with a smile and said, "do you know what I mean?"

"Yes, especially and very well."

"By the way, where are you taking me?"

His pace began to slowly accelerate: "take you to find the answer."

Once again, except for the village, they had a journey of nearly three hours in the morning. After another hour's walk, Gu Lixin didn't need to go to see it. There must be blisters on his feet.

Ya, your village is so rich, don't you have a means of transportation?

Two people in a cave?

Gu Li looked at the cave in front of him. His head was full of question marks: "what are we doing here?"

"Let me show you my spiritual support." Zhang Xingling beckoned her in.

What's the devil's saying? Is there a super sair in it?

The cave is three meters high and five meters wide. It's like an artificial cave made of quarrying. It's very clean, and one of them is smashed smoothly. It seems that people often come here, and there are several torches at the entrance.

After lighting the torch, he walked forward nearly 50 meters. At this time, the light source of the torch came out, and the sunlight could not shine in.

"Well, what do you want me to drive?"

"Look around you."

What's around me? It's the cliff.

When she took the torch to look for the bright spot, you directly froze in the same place, shocked and didn't realize that a primitive impulse emerged from the heart of Ming Li, the impulse of crawling down on your knees.

Looking at the two meter high cliff, I felt the insignificance for the first time, deeply shocked my heart.

From the bottom of the foot to the top of the rock, the paintings may be more than two meters.

Looking up to see a variety of full impact paint mixed together, dazzling.

The main style of painting school is post-modern Impressionism, similar to Picasso's style. Although you can't see what the painting is, you still think it's very powerful.

Big red, big green, big blue, big black, all kinds of impact colors, not to mention the conception and painting skills, this kind of color matching is the most shocking I've ever seen. I can't help but say: "it's so powerful!"

"Ha ha, you and your father are exactly the same."

This sentence pulled Gu Li out of the world of painting: "what does this matter have to do with my father?"

"Because that's what your father said."

"Well, my father has seen this painting?" My father was here.

Zhang Xingling shook his head. When he looked at the mural, his eyes were extremely complicated: "no, your father has seen another painting. My father gave it to him."

Gu Li opened his mouth and was shocked: "is this your father's painting?"

"Yes, to tell you the truth, my father is a painter. He doesn't care about things in his family at all. No one appreciates him when he studies abroad. He has been painting for nearly 40 years."

She focused her eyes on the mural again. She had great ups and downs, great sadness and great joy, and drew her emotions directly. Gu Li shook her head and said, "no, I think it's really good."

"After Bo Ya died, Zhong Qi broke the piano, saying that he would never play it again in his life. Why? "

This matter has been studied in the primary school Chinese textbook: "because no one appreciates his music any more."

"It's the same for my father. Few people in the world can appreciate his paintings. I'm ashamed to say that even my son doesn't know what's good about these paintings."

"Probably everyone has a different understanding of beauty."

Zhang Xingling looked at her gently: "if my father heard of you, he would be very happy."

Looking at him, Gu Li had estimated something, but he was still looking forward to a happy ending: "what about uncle? You can introduce it to me. I'm sure I'll praise him and always be his most loyal little fan. "

He shook his head: "my father has long passed away."

"Sorry." Sure enough, the feeling of sadness has never been missed.

"But he had a good time at the end of his life, because he finally had a fan."

"Well?" Gu Li expressed his doubts.

"It's your father. When Mr. Gu saw his father's paintings for the first time, he showed great love for them. Later, he always wanted to make friends with his father. They were spiritual confidants. During that time, he was also the happiest time his father had ever lived. Finally, someone appreciated him."

I didn't expect that Gu Jianhong and Zhang Xingling's father knew each other, which I had never heard of.

"It's not very good. Even if there is a person you like, your father should continue to draw."

"It happened one day five years ago. My father suddenly told me that she wanted to draw a painting that could be handed down forever. I said yes, so I wanted to prepare paper for him, but he found it here."

My uncle even painted on stones. This kind of behavior can be called performance art.

"I stayed in the cave for half a year. After the painting was finished, my father said that this painting was the peak of his life. No one would give it to me. This is the painting he left for himself."

"And then?" Gu Li really can't figure out the direction of the following story.

Zhang Xingling, with some intention, came up and said in a low voice, "then my father died directly in this cave, and his last words said that he would scatter his ashes here."

In an instant, Gu Li was excited. What's the way to play!

The other side seemed to see her fear, and continued: "do you want to say hello to my father now?"

As soon as he reached for his hand, Gu Li grabbed his arm and wanted to scold him. He was really afraid that his uncle was around, so he bit his teeth and said, "don't be kidding."

"All right, all right, no more noise."

Gu Li breathed a sigh of relief: "I say, this kind of thing is impossible."

"But my father's ashes are really here. I didn't lie to you about that."

"..." I cry to see if you believe it or not, I really cry, immediately cry!

Taking her outside, Zhang Xingling said casually“ Since we're afraid, let's go out and talk about it. Anyway, you've seen this picture that doesn't belong to the world. "