Chapter 362

I can't help but look sideways and feel moved by Qiu Linyan's words. As long as Mo Lanxin is there, Qiu Linyan will keep a special distance from her. Even if they stand together, they will emphasize that they are sisters. I'm afraid I will be sad and shrink back.

In fact, he doesn't know how I can choose to leave him after I know I won't die and see hope after despair again and again.

Fragile life tells us a truth, live in the present and cherish the present.

Once again, I even threw those useless inferiority complex into the corner, but I'm a little sorry. I lost my qualification because of my absence from the third season of the national young painter exhibition competition. Otherwise, with my current peaceful attitude, I must be able to draw better works.

Out of the banquet hall, I called Zhang Xin and said a few words simply. I made an appointment to see you in the evening. After getting on the bus, Qiu Linyan stuffed the ticket into my hand. "Wife, you can handle these things. I promise I won't have any dissatisfaction."

"Otherwise, you'd better go." I hesitated and said.

"Huh?" Qiu Lin Yanban raised his face and pretended to be angry. "Are you trying to push your husband to another woman?"

"No, I'm just thinking about something. Since my aunt is so embarrassed about this matter, why do you make her feel bad again? I already know that you take Mo Lanxin as your sister. It's nothing to go, but it can make my aunt relieved."

I thought about my tone and whispered. Seeing Qiu Lin's Yan taut face, from pretending to be unhappy, I was about to become really unhappy. I quickly said, "I'll go with you. What's the problem? You invited me to a music concert at that time, okay?"

Qiu Linyan's anger turned into a bright smile, pinched my cheek and said, "my wife wants to see the concert. How can I refuse, but don't fall asleep at the concert."

"Of course not. My dream was to be a painter. Since ancient times, there has been no separation between piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Of course, I also like music." I retort discontentedly, but I'm a person who doesn't have romantic cells. Maybe I'll really fall asleep after listening to a music concert.

Qiu Linyan's expression suddenly became serious and asked me, "you just said that your work was stolen by Yan Ruyu. What's the matter?"

I was a little surprised. Qiu Lin and Yan knew I could draw. I thought he knew everything. It turned out that he didn't know anything. I couldn't help asking, "you really don't know?"

"What?" Qiu Lin Yan frowned.

I poked a few times on his eyebrows to smooth the wrinkled eyebrows. "Sometimes I always feel that you know everything, including everything that happens to me. You are omnipotent. Originally, there are things you don't know."

"I am a man, not a God. There are always things I can't take into account." Qiu Linyan hugged me in his arms, patted my ass a few times, and said seriously, "speak quickly. Don't deceive people."

I curled my mouth, "In fact, this matter is a little complicated. In those years, I did draw a painting with a growing sense of autumn. However, the painting finally became Yan Ruyu's for some reasons I don't know. I have been kept in the dark. A lot of people were involved in that matter. My respected grandma and Dad, they kept it from me, and I only learned it recently."

"That's really a good work, ah yuan. You should have confidence in yourself." Qiu Lin nodded my nose gently.

"It's like you've seen that work. Yan Ruyu took the painting to Edinburgh and is probably still in the studio there." I shrugged. In the past, when I talked about the growing autumn, I would still be very melancholy and all kinds of regrets, but now I am confident that I can draw better paintings than that.

"Maybe I've seen it." Qiu Linyan blinked mysteriously. When I asked him when he had met, he stopped talking.

"Coax me to be happy again. There are no more than ten people who have seen that picture."

"Maybe I'm one of those ten." Qiu Linyan turned on his mobile phone, called out a picture and handed it to me. After I saw it clearly, I was stunned: "how can you have the template I drew? And the hand-painted manuscript?"