Chapter 759 Listen to Mom

Li Qingning brought Jiang Yang his favorite dessert, mango pancake.

Jiang Yang really wanted to eat it.

but--

He was in high spirits now, "Wait until I finish painting this."

"OK."

Li Qingning nodded, took a sip of coffee, then put his chin on the table, looking at Jiang Yang, watching the setting sun jumping in his hair, feeling more relaxed than ever before.

Dusk is no longer an evening that one sees and feels that the day has been wasted, and one can’t bear to leave.

But a dusk to pass away.

later.

Seeing that Jiang Yang's fingers were full of lead marks from sharpening pencils, she opened the dessert, took a bite with a spoon, and fed it to Jiang Yang.

Very sweet.

Jiang Yang was shaking with happiness.

even--

He sang in his heart.

"Kid, do you have a lot of questions? Why, while others are reading comics, I am learning to draw..."

Li Qingning now knows who sang the kiss goodbye.

When she heard "Listen to mother", Li Qingning couldn't help laughing.

She touched his hair with her hand: "Be good."

Same as in the bathroom this morning.

There is nothing we can do.

She had to use the necessary methods when necessary, otherwise her arm would become useless.

Jiang Yang blinked, not really understanding, but he felt that Li Qingning looked very beautiful with his hair waving in the setting sun under the breeze.

He couldn't help but kiss her.

The bassist had been secretly looking at Li Qingning with his peripheral vision, and saw the big devil closing his eyes——

She really wanted to kick Jiang Yang down and replace him.

This is her idol!

This kiss may be a bonus for playing bass!

Jiang Yang continued to paint.

He didn't put the painting away until the sun was going down and everyone in the yard was about to disperse.

"goodbye teacher."

Jiang Yang stood at the door to see Lao Mo off.

then.

The bassist finally plucked up the courage to walk up to Li Qingning.

"Sister Ning—Master Yu—"

The bassist changed his title twice, but felt it was inappropriate when he said it: Li Qingning was younger than her, and "Yu Ye" was too manly——

She didn't know what to call him for a moment and was embarrassed.

"Hello."

Li Qingning smiled and stretched out his hand, leaned over and shook it.

The bass player didn’t know how she stretched out her hand. She just said: “You are my fan and you are a bass player——”

"Bass player?"

Li Qingning patted Jiang Yang on the back next to him, "Did he make fun of you as a bass player again?"

Jiang Yang:......

The bassist nodded.

She looked at Jiang Yang's depressed look after being caught, and her tension subsided a little.

"He was just joking."

Li Qingning explained, took the pen and paper and signed his name: "I'll make you laugh."

"No, no."

The bassist took the pen and paper and said hurriedly.

Then--

Stone and the bassist said their goodbyes.

Although they were both in Kyoto, they hadn't seen each other for a long time. They planned to go to Gangzi Bar for a drink.

"gone."

Zhou Hao also greeted Han Xiaoxiao and asked her to stop complaining around the big boss.

Useless.

There is a pillow trend in Jiangyang.

Zhou Hao threw the key to Han Xiaoxiao: "Drive there."

Han Xiaoxiao curled her lips, otherwise the boss would have to put up street lights, and he would be squeezing her into being a driver after get off work. They were responsible for sending back Uncle Zhang, the master of Jiangyang's miniature model. After waving goodbye, they walked towards the entrance of the alley.

In the end, Huo Che and Jiang Yang were left behind.

They drop by.

After they exited the alley, Sister Xia drove over.

When Li Qingning went to the rehearsal in the afternoon, he drove a RV because there were many people in the team.

This luxury RV was bought by Li Qingning during his previous national tour.

after all--

She can't buy a house in every city across the country.

And she is the kind of person who doesn't go out often, stays in a familiar environment, and creates an ecology that suits her. She can be free in this ecology, immersed in doing what she likes, and doesn't like to be disturbed.

Once she needs to go on tour, this comfort zone will inevitably be broken.

At this time, Li Qingning will feel awkward everywhere, all his inspirations have disappeared, and in short, he just can't calm down.

so--

Li Qingning spent a lot of money to customize this RV, which is about the size of a double-decker bus.

so.

When she is out on tour, she has inspiration, wants to put on makeup, wants to play a musical instrument, wants to be quiet for a while, or if she has any problems at the concert and needs the band, dancers, makeup teacher and team to meet and solve them in time, she can have such a comfortable place.

This car drove by during the last music festival.

Jiang Yang always liked this car.

and--

What's his wife's is his.

After he got in the car, he took two bottles of Coke from the refrigerator.

"I haven't drank yet."

He told Li Qingning happily and handed Huo Che a bottle of Coke.

Then--

He turned on the TV, took out the controller, and invited Huo Che to play games with him.

Sister Qian sat next to Li Qingning and watched this scene.

As Li Qingning's life assistant, she is the closest person to Li Qingning, even closer than Sister Chen.

At first.

When Li Qingning left the company, she followed him directly.

As for Jiangyang——

She was also the first to meet him.

Jiang Yang probably doesn't know. When Li Qingning was walking on campus carrying the cello, she was also beside him. She was looking for a way, but when she turned around, hey, Li Qingning was walking behind a boy. From that moment on, she knew that these two people were destined to be together.

because--

Li Qingning is a person who can be alone.

As long as she listens to music, plays musical instruments, and writes songs, she won't feel alone or lonely even if she stays at home for a week. She even enjoys it. Even when Zhuang Mei and the others ask her out, she always asks someone to go out. This matter has been pushed forward.

It's hard to get into her world.

Jiang Yang is the only one.

Sister Qian doesn’t know why either.

Li Qingning's world was open to him without any hesitation or suspicion, without fear of any harm, without any precautions. Just like now, he was allowed to walk in unscrupulously, allowing himself to live an independent life, with traces of him everywhere. .

This RV is no exception.

She is completely different from the very rational girl who firmly grasped her stage name and the copyright of her works when she joined the company.

This is incredible.

The direct consequence is that Sister Qian's workload will be doubled. As a life assistant, not only do you have to take care of Li Qingning, but you also have to take care of Jiang Yang. This person who is being squeezed really agrees with what the girl named Han just said, let Jiang Yang hang up as a street lamp.

At this moment, Li Qingning's cell phone rang.

Li Qingning’s asset consultant, Sister Liao, called: “The painting has been bought.”

Li Qingning: "Okay."

Sister Liao: "Experts have said that we have a slight premium for this painting. This painter's works that have been leaked in recent years are not very careful. He is probably going to decline. He does not have high investment value. There is no need to bid so high. ”

Li Qingning glanced at Jiang Yang who was playing a game: "It's okay to teach people how to draw."

Sister Liao: "That's for sure."

After all, he has won awards. At this level, whether he is good or not, his hard work is already a talent.

It belongs to the practice after being led into the door by the master.

When it comes to teaching people how to draw, you have to lead them in. As a person who has won awards, he still has this ability.

certainly.

The level of teaching is another talent.

Li Qingning: "Okay, that's good."

Lao Mo runs a studio and his teaching skills are passable.

She also asked Jiang Yang. Jiang Yang felt that Lao Mo's teaching level was pretty good. He asked him to draw first, understand the problems, learn knowledge, correct problems, cultivate aesthetics, etc. Jiang Yang felt that he was living a satisfactory life.

They chatted for a few more words and hung up the phone.

This way.

When Lao Mo came home, the good student's mother was cooking.

After seeing him, she smiled and said, "You're back? Wait a moment. When your son comes back, we'll have dinner."

"Okay, okay."

Old Mo said hello three times and was a little flattered. This was the first time in the past few days that the mother of a good student greeted him like this. He felt fragile in his heart, as if the clouds were easily scattered and the glass was shattered.

Just this sentence——

Even though Jiang Yang and the Demon King didn't mention tuition or anything, he felt it was worth it.

that is--

Some mixed flavors.

Jiang Yang no longer gave him a hat, but his wife treated him well because of such a thing, which made him feel awkward.

The good student’s mother asked: “How was the class?”

Lao Mo: "It's very good. As soon as I made a move, he fell to the ground in admiration and respectfully called me teacher."

This is half false.

but--

Lao Mo had to admit that Jiang Yang's attitude was really good.

That one is respectful and a teacher.

If his wife hadn't made him jealous, Lao Mo would have been very satisfied with this student.

Good student’s mother: “You have to teach well, prepare a lesson or something, and have a plan and system.”

"Need not."

Lao Mo felt that there was no need to prepare lessons to teach Jiang Yang. It was all basic knowledge and he had it at his fingertips.

Besides, Jiang Yang doesn't need to take art exams or anything. He doesn't need to learn the rules and regulations, so he can express himself more freely. As long as he paints well in the end, it will be fine. Anyway, at Jiang Yang's age, the chance of becoming a painter is very slim.

Unless he can borrow some fairy energy from his wife.

The good student’s mother nodded.

At this moment, Lao Mo's cell phone rang.

The caller was his agent, Old Tang, who helped him sell his paintings.

He got through.

Old Tang said excitedly from the opposite side: "Old Mo! That painting of yours has been sold! Do you know how much it cost?!"

Lao Mo was afraid that his cell phone would spit, so he quickly put it away.

This made him feel dazed for a while after Lao Tang reported the price, feeling that he didn't understand: "More, more, how much?"

"one million!"

Old Tang reported again, "Old Mo, you have entered the ranks of millions of painters!!"

"I go!!"

Lao Mo stood up in surprise.

His pinnacle work, the painting that won awards abroad, sold for a high price of 800,000 yuan.

Since then, his works have never sold for such a high price, and have even fallen all the way to the bottom. So much so that in order to revive his decline, he had to paint another winning painting and auction it off at a high price.

However--

A long time passed, and no one cared about this painting.

He didn't expect it to be sold today.

The key was that the price hit his heart.

Millions of painters.

There is a big difference between this title and "Under One Million".

There is a technique in the industry for painters to raise their own value. When the paintings are auctioned, the painters find their own people to bid higher prices for their paintings. Once he is successful, when others buy his paintings and hear that his paintings have sold for millions, they will definitely take a higher look. His works will sell for a higher price. Because of this psychological expectation, the buyers will not be unable to accept it. .

certainly.

There is also money laundering, but there are many ways to do it.

Anyway.

The price quoted for this painting was a resurgence in his career as a painter.

Lao Mo: "Who is this living Bodhisattva?"

Old Tang: "No. 48, Hutong. This is definitely not the real name. It is an anonymous buyer."

Old Tang thinks this is not important.

He was already talking about whether to buy a few notices to report on the news that painter Lao Mo's paintings were sold for a million dollars, so as to hype up the news. "This is a rare and good opportunity. We have to be willing to spend money -"

"No!"

Old Tang didn't understand, but Old Mo understood instantly.

Hutong No. 48, isn’t this the house number of Jiangyang Siheyuan!

The identity of the buyer is about to be revealed!

No wonder the big devil didn't say anything this afternoon.

I paid for this tuition——

Be particular about it.

Too particular.

It was almost like pulling Lao Mo out of the abyss. He was so fastidious that he wanted to give Jiang Yang and his wife a kiss.

wrong!

Lao Mo suddenly realized that he was a teacher, which was contrary to Tiangang.

"no."

He turned around and walked quickly to the study.

Good student’s mother: “What’s wrong with you?”

"I'll look through the books to find information and write lesson plans."

He must find the best teaching method to achieve twice the result with half the effort, and make up for the years Jiang Yang has been late. Even if he is delayed, he will have to drag him on the road to becoming a painter!

Good student mother:......

You must have taken the wrong medicine.

Just now you were holding it in your hands, now you are so obsessed with it?

Just when she was wondering, her son came home from school.

after awhile.

He simply ran to their house and said, "Auntie, do you also have the miniature model you got from Courtyard No. 48?"

"Um."

The mother of the good student looked at her and said, "Didn't your mother bring one back too?"

"yes."

The one her mother brought back was quite beautiful, like a big star.

But she is more interested in the mother of a good student. According to her mother, the mother of a good student is a kind old lady.

She stared at the good student mother, vaguely expecting her.

Good student mother: "Yeah."

Jian Jianmian: "Let me take a look."

"OK."

The mother of a good student is not shy either.

She wiped her hands, took Qianmian into the room, and took out the miniature model.

Gan Jian's eyes widened when he saw it. This was clearly Miss Marple, "She——"

The good student mom knew what she was thinking: "Probably."

"real!"

Gan Jianmian screamed happily.

She was so fond of Miss Marple.

This ordinary old lady knitting sweater who solved the case when her parents were having troubles and rumors spread, gave her an inexplicable sense of intimacy, she felt like someone beside her, and she felt very safe.

The good student was doing his homework. When he heard the sound and took a look, he felt that they were almost best friends and he was almost an aunt.

After feeling happy, he simply rolled his eyes and said, "Auntie, how about we change it?"

The mother, a good student, allowed herself to beg for a long time, but refused to agree: "I still plan to keep it as a family heirloom."

Simply said: "Your son neither likes Jiang Yang nor reasoning."

Although the novel "The Ordination" gave good students a small shock, and the song was broadcast on the campus radio and made good students stop and listen on the way to the cafeteria to get food, he was not interested in Jiang Yang.

What then——

Which young man does not claim to be the best in the world, how can he be willing to impress others?

Good student’s mother: “I’ll pass it on to my daughter-in-law.”

Crispy noodles:…

She didn't quite understand, "Why did he give you Miss Marple's miniature model?"

She wasn't very convinced.

"Because my husband taught him how to draw."

The good student's mother said it matter-of-factly, with a little pride: "I am also his teacher's wife now."

"ah."

It’s a pity that it’s simply noodles.

Lao Mo came out to get the tea and happened to hear this sentence. He didn't change the tea leaves. After getting the water, he went back to the study. He looked at his wife with a coquettish look and a proud tone. The key word "husband", Lao Mo Mo needs to design lesson plans carefully.