Chapter 2085

After dinner, Liao Meixing is sitting. Gao Zhenzhong has put the prepared desserts and cut fruits on the table. He still doesn't say anything and returns to his room.

Liao Meixing likes to eat sweet food, so she can't help but take a piece of cake. After eating, she feels satisfied and laughs.

"What a child." He Quantao also laughed with her.

Two people sat on the sofa in the living room. After eating, Liao Meixing asked, "Xiaoshuang, is she not going to come back? She seems to have been in China for a long time, and she doesn't even attend the latest art exhibition

"She said she needed a blank period to relieve the pressure that had accumulated before." He Quantao sighed helplessly: "in fact, your sister, the heart is not so bad, but the previous obsession is too deep. But look at her present state, has completely put down, if can really pass this pass, her work can also improve a lot

"Do you want to improve? She's so good. I often see people say that she won't give young artists a living, and she won all kinds of awards. " Liao Meixing couldn't help feeling that, apart from the previous events, he Fangshuang's achievements basically made history. After all, he showed his talent to the world at a young age.

He Quantao didn't expect such a high evaluation. He said with a surprised smile, "how do you feel?"

"I think it's great. That skill is at a level I can't reach at the moment. But if you just look at the story of the painting, I think... I don't seem to be very empty. " Liao Meixing seldom said these words. After that, she felt that she was too confident. Just as she was about to shake her head and say that she was joking, he Quantao's expression became serious.

She thought she had said something wrong, and she was flustered.

But he Quantao said: "yes, you want this kind of confidence. I've seen all your paintings and I know how you've come this way. You're no worse than anyone else. Skills these can be enhanced with the accumulation of years, your aura is the most rare. I see so many painters, and I think you are the most intelligent among all the new people I have met in recent years. "

At this time, he Quantao is not like a mother, but like a teacher, saying his affirmation.

He Quantao smiles and pats Liao Meixing on the shoulder: "have confidence point, you are he family's child, now is only your beginning, I look forward to your future works."

"Thank you." Liao Meixing is warm in her heart. She is easy to lose confidence. What she needs is constant encouragement. He Quantao is not only her mother, but also a teacher like figure she likes and respects. Such affirmation is too important for her.

Next, Liao Meixing's daily life is like a child, and she doesn't have to worry about Si Chenyi at all.

When Gao Zhong finished the morning, she would like to have a good breakfast in the garden, and she would like to have a good time to eat the flowers.

In the afternoon, Liao Meixing works in the studio. At this time, he Quantao is always on the side and sometimes stands in front of the drawing board with a brush.

Outside the sun wantonly shining in the studio, sprinkled on the body of two people, each of them holding a brush, looking at the painting board in front of them. Liao Meixing occasionally raised her head and saw the sunshine, flowers and plants outside the window and he Quantao beside her, which made her feel too beautiful.

When she was very young, she had fantasized that she and Liao Xinci were on an equal position to create, but this wish never came true.

But now, she and her mother together, standing in the studio, this is she had never imagined before beautiful.

What's more, he Quantao never interferes with the content of her creation. Even if she asks on her own initiative, what the other side says is not about the content, but about the improvement of her skills. Only when she is confused or lost occasionally, he Quantao can help her to relieve these troubles by guiding her.

In these two days, Liao Meixing did not worry about the situation before she came here. She was very comfortable with her parents and always had all kinds of snacks to feed. Liao Meixing's every day was accompanied by a smile, and her missing for Si Chenyi was much less.

On this day, everything was going on as before. Liao Meixing chatted with he Quantao for a while before going to bed, and ate a piece of cake greedily. After returning to his room, he reported the whole day's situation with Si Chenyi, and then went to sleep.

But in the middle of the night, she suddenly had a nightmare. She dreamed that everything she had was fake. She was still the one who was locked up in the room and forced to draw the specified content. She tried to resist, but the other side simply ignored her. She just locked up her disobedient and treated her with cold violence. In this desperate situation, Liao Meixing wanted to struggle, but finally saw Liao Xinci's face full of resentment and the blood on the ground when she died.

At this time, Liao Meixing was suddenly woken up, she slowly opened her eyes, tears immediately all flow out, but also let her see in the fuzzy came to her room a face worried he Quantao."What's the matter?" He Quantao asked anxiously and worried. She held Liao Meixing in her arms, as if she were coaxing a child, and gently patted Liao Meixing on the shoulder.

Liao Meixing trembled for a long time. Liao Xinci's bitter and vicious eyes in her dream were too clear, which made her feel a palpitation in retrospect. She had to recall her childhood, which could be called a nightmare, and could not help but grasp he Quantao's clothes.

"I... I'm afraid..." Liao Meixing couldn't help crying.

He Quantao asked carefully, "what are you afraid of? Is it a nightmare? Do you want to talk to mom? "

"I'm afraid it's all fake. You don't know. I'm really happy now, surrounded by people who love me. Chen Yi likes me. He is willing to accompany me and stay with me. You are my mother, my own mother. You take care of me, encourage me, and make so many delicious food for me. This is something I couldn't imagine before. I always worried that it was actually my dream. When I woke up, I was still locked in the room, or I could not really control my own destiny. I was really afraid... "

Liao Meixing cried, listening to he Quantao's heart dripping blood and tears flowing out.