Chapter 1585

Wen Yi nodded awkwardly.

Xiaowei was a little surprised. After they opened it, they didn't make up. Instead, they had to sleep in separate rooms.

But also did not say anything, as usual, waiting for Wen Yi to get up and wash.

On their way to the dining room, they suddenly found that there were very few people on the way.

"What about people?" Wen Yi looked around a few times and asked in surprise, "why didn't you see the second uncle and the third uncle? What about the little girl? "

Xiao Wei is also a bit of a monk. She hasn't been out of the yard in the morning. She has been cleaning up the house here and hasn't found anything unusual.

Leng Leng shook his head and said, "I don't know. Maybe there's something wrong. Have you all gone to help?"

Finally, when he came to the dining room, he met uncle Dong. Wen Yi immediately asked Uncle Dong, "Uncle Dong, where are you?"

Uncle Dong was surprised and asked, "don't you know? We've all gone on holiday and started early this morning. "

"What do you mean?" Wen Yi continues to ask.

"It means to take care of the family. The old lady, the second master, the third master, and the little girls all went out to spend their holidays on the island. Only you and the young master stayed at home. Did no one tell the young lady?"

No wonder the people on the road are so empty, I'm afraid some servants have followed.

Xiaowei responded first.

The old lady must be afraid of Wenyi's embarrassment, so she deliberately found an excuse to take a holiday and put the family away.

Maybe it's better for Wen Yi and he Zhanfeng to be alone.

She couldn't help laughing and said to Wen Yi, "it's a little cleaner. When we eat, the little girl won't insist on pestering the little grandmother to feed us."

Wen Yi nodded thoughtfully.

When I entered the dining room, I found that no one of his family was there except the servants and chefs who usually served.

Such a big dining room, can sit more than ten people to eat together big round table, but it seems a little space.

As she sat down, she asked Uncle Dong, "how many days will they go?"

"Anyway, there are young masters in the company. Recently, things in the company are not very busy, and there is nothing to worry about at home. I'm afraid I won't come back in ten days and a half months." Uncle Dong came back seriously.

Ten days and a half months.

It seems that the old lady and they deliberately set her up with he Zhanfeng to create opportunities for them.

Wen Yi did not say anything, as usual, quietly finished the meal.

As usual, after dinner, I had a rest in my room.

At about two o'clock, Xiao Wei suddenly knocked on the door and said in a low voice, "young grandma, the person who came to buy your calligraphy and paintings last time came in person and said that he would talk to you face to face."

Wenyi immediately gets up, combs and goes to receive the guests.

This man has some friends with he Zhanfeng. He knows that Wen Yi is he Zhanfeng's wife.

As soon as Wen Yi goes to talk about it, she finds that what she wants is a four frame picture of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum that she draws for he Zhanfeng.

What he Zhanfeng likes most is the picture she drew. It has been mounted and put in the company.

This friend should have seen it in he Zhanfeng company. It seems that he sincerely wants it and especially likes it.

"A million, OK?" The other side asked seriously.

Today's famous ink and wash paintings are only worth millions.

This price makes Wen Yi a little flattered.

"To tell you the truth, I mainly focus on the bamboo painting. It's very good. There are several famous bamboo painters in the contemporary era, but your attainments in bamboo painting are almost as good as theirs." The other side continued earnestly.

Wenyi's teacher is very good at drawing bamboo.

However, Wen Yi pondered for a few seconds, shook his head toward the other side and said, "I'm sorry, I really don't sell it."

"For one thing, I'm not well-known and I'm not worth the high market price. For another thing, it's he Zhanfeng's favorite painting."

"If you can persuade him, I will even give it to you."

The other side was disappointed, nodded and said, "this is it..."

The other party originally came with twelve points of sincerity, but when they left, they sighed several times.

When Wen Yi sent away the other party, he also made a few apologies.

"A million!" After the guests left, Xiao Wei whispered behind her, "little grandma didn't think that if this person who cherishes calligraphy and painting takes away your paintings, with his social status, he can gild you in the collection world?"

It's no use plating a diamond.

It's no use getting her to the top.

That's what he Zhanfeng likes. Wenyi can't sell it to others.

She still remembers the afternoon when she painted bamboo, just at the end of summer and autumn last year, when she had almost returned to normal. He Zhanfeng was with her that day, lying in the bamboo forest in the back garden, reading on the couch.

When the cool wind blows, the wind chime hanging from the window rings in the distance.He Zhanfeng stares at the wind chime for a few eyes, but doesn't look at her. He softly says to her, "Wenwen, you certainly don't remember. The day when you wake up completely after your successful heart surgery is this Sunday three years ago."

He has his back to Wen Yi.

No one saw anybody's face.

But Wen Yi clearly from his doting tone, heard a trace of loneliness, he would rather for her, live in the shadow of others.

Wen Yi wanted to do something for him at that time.

Looking back at this time, Wen Yi knows that when she painted this painting, she had different feelings.

Her feelings for he Zhanfeng had already undergone a qualitative change unconsciously.

At that time, he was wearing a suit similar to the improved Tang suit, white and coiled.

Young master is like the wind.

She drew bamboo and signed these four words with he Zhanfeng's hand.

After painting, he said to he Zhanfeng, "give it to my brother."

Wen Yi still remembers the surprise in he Zhanfeng's eyes at that time, probably because it was her first gift to he Zhanfeng.

So, how can this painting be sold to someone else?

If he Zhanfeng doesn't give away, she can't sell it.

She is not a pity at all.

Even if she lost the chance to become famous, she didn't regret it. Some things can't be measured by money.

After Wenyi returns to the room, Xiaowei is waiting for the pen and ink.

Wen Yi looked at her and said, "your arms are still blue and purple, your mouth is swollen, and you can't speak clearly. Go to have a rest. I'll do it myself."

Xiao Wei didn't refuse this time. He laughed at Wen Yi and nodded back, "OK, I'll go back to my room."

Wen Yi's back to the window, painting is absorbed, suddenly heard the door behind the "squeak" sound, had not had time to turn back, then came back, a touch of familiar breath.

If there is nothing, it is sharp and refreshing. "Why didn't you give me a million?" He Zhanfeng walked behind her, slightly lowered his head, looked at her writing, and asked softly.