Chapter 29

After nodding and greeting the familiar people, Nanxi poked away the crowd, "sorry, please let me go."

Standing in the front row, Zhang's mother didn't notice her coming. The women around her were too noisy.

Xu Qing, Zhang Panpan's stepmother, was crying so hard that she shook off a famous painting and accused Yang Panpan: "mom knows you haven't been to a good school and you don't have enough knowledge. But you don't know how to ask me. My friend lied to you that this painting is the authentic work of Xu Beihong's painting of eight steeds. You foolishly believe someone's family to buy it as a gift."

The most deadly weapon is always hidden in exquisite packaging. When you see it, you will take off your guard. Just like Xu Qing's words, every sentence is helping Yang Panpan out. It means nothing more than that Yang Panpan hasn't studied much and doesn't know how to identify the authenticity. She was cheated and hopes to get understanding.

Touching words in other places may be a bit sincere.

But on this occasion of gathering celebrities, even if they are vulgar and indecent at ordinary times, standing here may be equivalent to wearing a noble shell. Who doesn't want to be bright and let the host favor more.

Yang Panpan casually put his hands in his pockets and chewed gum.

If she shows weakness or fear, maybe everyone will take back her naked eyes and consciously disperse. But this provocative appearance undoubtedly aggravates people's disgust, and the mockery of covering your mouth quietly spreads among small groups.

"Come on, mom, admit a mistake with you."

Dangling Yang Panpan shook like an electric shock, angrily shook off his hand on his wrist and roared, "can you stop hypocritical and shut up, mom! MD, you are half a year younger than me. I call you dare to promise, and I'm afraid of losing my life. Can you order a face!"

There were bursts of deliberately depressed sobs from the crowd. Xu Qing was shocked for a moment, sobbed and turned to compensate Zhang's mother alone: "I'm sorry to make trouble for your birthday."

"WOC, who wants you to pretend to be human? I will apologize for my mistake." Yang Panpan pushed Xu Qing upset.

Xu Qingru was like a lonely shadow hanging on the cliff. He was trembling with tears and was completely pushed down by Yang Panpan.

The knees hit the ground first and made a loud bang. I felt pain when I heard it.

Yang Panpan cursed secretly, stretched out his hand to pull it, and sternly warned, "I tell you, don't pretend to be poor! I don't have much strength at all."

A woman rushed out of the crowd and bravely protected Xu Qing in front. He looked young, almost the same as Xu Qing. He raised his head and said to Yang Panpan fearlessly, "please stay away from her. She married into your house for love and was bullied by you every day. Please leave her some face outside. Thank you."

Another polite role with a knife. Nanxi smiled at the corners of her mouth, which was different from other times.

"Li Xiaoxiao, what's wrong with you? Do I bully her? Does she deserve it?" the scolding behind was stopped by Nanxi. Yang Panpan pulled his arm and shouted, "mind your father's business."

Turning his head to see Nanxi, he took a deep breath and whispered, "sorry, sister, I'm not angry with you. Don't join in. Dad, I have to take this woman's disease."

Dad has something to do and appoints her to celebrate his birthday. Xu Qing has to come with him. She jumped all the way with her right eye. She knew it was bad. If Xu Qing continues to make trouble like this, the security guard will be scolded by his father if he asks the security guard to go out sooner or later. She took people out, so Xu Qing would inevitably make more wounds and frame her.

The same has to be scolded, more or less. Before Nanxi came, she didn't care to wait for the security. But Nanxi came and thought of Nanxi's involvement with Zhang Jia. Forget it, do it yourself.

I immediately threw a fist at the people around me and apologized: "sorry, everyone, it may not spoil your fun. In your opinion, this kind of thing is more interesting than the appetizer before dinner. But today is a happy event for Zhangjia after all. Compared with everyone, it's not just to see the excitement. I can't continue to connive at this fool's performance here. I'll take her away immediately."

After a circle, he bowed to Mrs. Zhang and said, "sorry, aunt, I've disappointed you."

Zhang's mother kindly shook her head: "it's all right, child." having heard about the Yang family, the child in front of her was a little rough, but she was also a poor man.

Nanxi stretched out her hand to stop Yang Panpan's intention to drag hard, and whispered, "wait for me."

Yang Panpan stared at Nanxi in wonder and slowly lowered down to get Xu Qing's painting on the ground. The scallion fingers just touched it. Xu Qing pressed the picture she was going to take away.

His face was strange. He forced a smile and called her: "Nanxi, you are becoming more and more beautiful. It's really enviable. I don't need help. I can stand up myself."

Nanxi smiled and patted the picture that was about to deform, "give it to me."

"Don't dirty your eyes with a fake work."

Without thinking, he pushed Nanxi's hand, and a cold warning came from his head: "don't touch her."

Then the bodyguard entered the site in order and set up Xu Qing who was absent-minded. From being erected to being expelled, Xu Qing's eyes never left the man who warned her, Zhang Yichen.

Her dream lover gave her her her first executive job. Once she only dared to hide in the distance and secretly look at him. She thought about the plot in the novel and designed medicine. But he never liked to stay at night. He didn't hook up with Zhang Yichen, but he attracted the old and bloated Yang Bo.

Two lines of tears can't help flowing out of their eyes. Tonight, they are the only one crying for their own heart.

Zhang Yichen picked up the painting, dusted off the footprints on it, rolled it up and handed it to Nanxi.

"Thank you."

Nanxi took over with a smile and slowly unfolded towards the direction of crowd concentration: "this is the authentic painting of eight steeds by Lang shining in the Qing Dynasty. Don't listen to the name. It must be painted by Xu Beihong. Xu Beihong is indeed famous for his painting of eight steeds, but it doesn't mean that only he has painted it."

Mass literacy made people who had looked down on Yang Panpan dumbfounded, and the air was full of embarrassment.

Li Xiaoxiao, who had previously protected Xu Qing, came to the painting and commented on it with one hand holding his cheek: "Lang shining's painting pays attention to details. In your hand, it tends to tone. I personally don't feel like an authentic work."

Nanxi was not annoyed and explained slowly: "Lang shining's painters pay attention to details. He tends to show the movement and shape of animals. For example, the picture of ten horses and dogs displayed in the Taipei Museum describes the movement and posture of each dog in detail. The way to distinguish each dog is only one of the big colors, which can't be generalized."

"Why don't you generalize? It can be used by any painter." Li Xiaoxiao asked gently with a smile in his eyes: "are you more careful to prove it? After all, the meaning of authentic works and fakes is very different, which is related to personal character."

Nanxi laughs. Is it difficult for her to pick out art textbooks to read?

A softer voice than Li Xiaoxiao floated out from far to near, "it's very simple. Just come out and verify it with Uncle an or leisurely."

Su Zhu walked out of the crowd gracefully in a Chinese Light Blue Tang suit and stopped on the right side of Nanxi.

Nanxi threw a grateful smile. Su Zhu nodded slightly and accepted it. The flirtatious peach blossom eyes locked a pair of father and daughter in the crowd and sent out an invitation: "Uncle an, please."

Ann leisurely grabbed her father's clothes. In fact, she had found that the painting was authentic, but she can't blame her for not saying who made Yang Panpan make friends with Nan Xi.

An Fu didn't know what his daughter was thinking, but the smelly boy of the Su family set up the dragon's gate array in public and asked him to appreciate it. He didn't accept the move to humiliate the name of the antique family.

Push off your daughter's hand and go to the painting. Take out the Western magnifying glass of the late Qing Dynasty inserted in the pocket of the suit, carefully read it from top to bottom, and say two words: "genuine."

Applause resounded. Nanxi carefully rolled up the picture, handed it back to Yang Panpan and poked her back.

Yang Panpan took two clear steps forward and presented his hands respectfully: "Yang Panpan's father wishes you good health, happiness like the East China Sea and longevity than Nanshan."

"OK, thank you and Xiao Yang." mother Zhang clapped her hands and the housekeeper took the painting away.

Probably after the entertainment, Nanxi slipped into the backyard to avoid being quiet.

Sitting in the pavilion, blowing the breeze comfortably, overlooking the starry sky.

"Sneak away without me."

The short silence was broken. Su Zhu came with two glasses of champagne. The gentleman handed him a glass and gently asked, "why didn't aunt come?"

Nanxi took it, shook the champagne in the glass, stared at the flashing liquid flow path of flowing gold, and replied faintly: "she doesn't like such occasions."

After Nanfu's accident, even those who had received Nanfu's favor mostly watched the excitement. They were always an impassable barrier in nanmu's heart. Nanmu won't come tonight to attend the family birthday party tomorrow night.

"I don't like it either. My face hurts when I laugh." Su Zhu poked himself in the cheek and mocked himself: "I have to learn from you. Any expression is handy."

Nanxi replied angrily, "you know it's not easy to be an actor? You used to laugh at me for playing too seriously."

"Hey, hey, young and ignorant."

"!! Why did you come out?"

Yu Guang accidentally swept the dark shadow not far away and was startled.

Su Zhu looked at her. Her clean cheeks were shaken by the scattered light of the night light, revealing a bit of gloom and fleeting.

He took out a small box from his pocket and put it into Nanxi's hand. He smiled softly: "your favorite Swiss cookie. You haven't eaten it at night. Remember to pad it. I'll go first. Bye."

"Hey, don't go!" Nan Xi didn't keep the figure who decided to leave. It's a pity that the three of them haven't been together for a long time. They were inseparable when they were young.

Disappointed, he went to Zhang Yichen, looked at the familiar door god's cold and arrogant expression and asked, "Mom asked you to come to me?"

Zhang Yichen smiled: "no, my ears are burning. I guess you should be scolding me."

Nanxi: "... You know yourself very well."

"Xi'er, do you like it?" the question suddenly stopped. Zhang Yichen first asked himself at the bottom of his heart whether he had the courage to accept it.

Nanxi mostly adores fengxiao. If she likes Su Zhu

His body suddenly tightened, and his eyes looked coldly down the path, leading to the door to leave.

"What are you talking about?" Nanxi waited for a moment and didn't reply. She rubbed her arms and crossed her hands around her shoulders: "you can enjoy the night view alone. I'll go into the house." the autumn wind was ruthless. The beginning was no longer cool, and there was only so much cold left.

Her abandoned white suit and coat returned to her shoulder, and the smell of tobacco mixed with faint aloes spread out from the clothes and covered her surroundings.