Chapter 23
At that time, Li Qiumo didn't know that it was their generation of painters who, through their tireless study, hard work and innovation, won many world-class awards, brought domestic oil paintings to the world, and changed the status of domestic oil paintings in the West.
Zhong Miao and Pei Ze do not look like they come from ordinary families. Pei Ze has an extraordinary temperament and it is obvious that he has received a good education. Although Zhong Miao looks a little cold, his every move shows that he is well-educated.
Li Qiumo had to think more about it. He was a man who loved talents and could not miss such a good seedling. If it really didn't work out, he would go to the house to do some work.
"I support her idea. My family is not old-fashioned. Don't worry, Teacher Li." How could Pei Ze not understand what he meant.
"That's good. Let's have a meal together later. Just consider me as your teacher and accept Zhong Miao as your student."
"Okay, thank you, Teacher Li."
Pei Ze was a little jealous at first, but Li Qiumo looked at Zhong Miao from the perspective of a teacher and was polite and respectful, which made him feel a little better.
His wife hasn't really liked him or accepted him yet, so it's useless for him to be jealous. Fortunately, Zhong Miao is a special girl. Her thinking process is very different from that of ordinary girls. She doesn't have a love brain, not at all.
Although this made him feel uncomfortable, he also felt more at ease with her. This daughter-in-law was not someone that ordinary people could pry away.
They had lunch at a small restaurant near the school. The three of them ordered some delicious dishes. Everyone at the table was well-educated. Even though Pei Ze didn't understand art, he had gone to college and had been in business for several years. He was a very smart man. If he wanted to make someone happy, wouldn't it be easy?
They had a great conversation during lunch. Li Qiumo not only had a very good impression of Zhong Miao, but also felt a sense of mutual appreciation for Pei Ze.
Li Qiumo's attitude was equivalent to Zhong Miao getting the approval of his future instructor before the art exam. As long as nothing unexpected happened, he would be sure to enter the second studio of the Oil Painting Department.
Back in the office, Li Qiumo took out her sketches and said, "Don't take your drawings back. Just sign them and hang them in the studio for your classmates to refer to."
"good."
Zhong Miao didn't care. The oil painting wouldn't dry up anyway, so it didn't matter if he continued later. Oil painting wouldn't dry out completely for at least a year or two.
The three of them worked on framing the sketches. Li Qiumo took the couple to visit the second studio and asked the students to hang the paintings.
Seeing her self-portrait on the wall, Zhong Miao was speechless. Sketch, black and white, self-portrait, hanging on the wall. These words combined reminded her of some unlucky occasion. If there was a suona player, crying at the top of his lungs...
That picture is too beautiful, so I’d better not think about it.
Moreover, besides her, her father and Pei Ze, as well as her mother-in-law and An An, were all hung on the wall neatly.
In a corner that Li Qiumo didn't notice, Zhong Miao laughed out loud, "Pfft, hehe."
"What are you laughing at, silly wife?"
"You're the stupid one. I was just distracted. Look, the three of us are all hung on the wall, in black and white. Doesn't it look a bit like that?"
Pei Ze understood immediately, "If you're bothered by me, let him take it off."
"No, it's not taboo. I'm just getting to the point. I just suddenly thought of it and found it interesting." Her sketches had been hung before in her previous life, but they were all of models and plaster.
Some painters even paint their wives' nudes. Shouldn't they also participate in exhibitions? Art is individuality, it is scrutiny, it is creation, sometimes it is even play and making. Being different is the norm. Of course, we cannot judge it with conventional thinking. Western sculptures don't even wear clothes.
Pei Ze admired Zhong Miao's wild imagination very much, and they could all be connected.
After painting for another afternoon, Zhong Miao didn't want to delay any longer. She wanted to go home a little, so she agreed to leave the painting with Li Qiumo first, and then she would come back to finish it after the paint dried.
By the time the couple came out of Qingmei, the sun was already setting.
"I didn't buy a gift for An An today, so let's go back tomorrow."
Zhong Miao sat on the back of the bicycle. Although he had gained a lot in the past two days, he had not been home for two days.
"Well, I didn't want to take you back."
"You said you accompany me out every day, don't you want to do business anymore?"
Zhong Miao didn't understand why you, the owner of a medium-sized furniture factory, were so idle.
"Oh, you underestimate your man. When I'm not around, I still have Erwa watching over him. Otherwise, why would I pay him so much? Although I don't just sit back and collect money, I don't have to work hard every day either."
"Okay, okay, you're awesome."
"When you get home, draw me some furniture drawings. Just something simple will do. I'll give you a commission if you make money."
"real?"
"Really? The design you made last time turned out pretty good, and we made a lot of money. I'll get the money when I get back."
"Well, you can't deduct my salary."
"Oh, I still like your little things."
"Humph, three are still melons, two are still dates, and it's all money anyway."
"Look at you, you're such a money-grubber."
Pei Ze thought that this girl didn't care about money. She didn't even want the jewelry her mother gave her, but just forced the money on her.
How could he know what Zhong Miao was thinking? The money given by her mother-in-law was her mother-in-law's, and she earned the furniture drawings herself, so of course she had to take her own money.
After returning to the small bungalow of the furniture factory, Pei Ze went to the office for a while. No one knew what he went there to do. Zhong Miao sat by the stove alone. The warm and dry fire took away the accumulated coldness in her body, and the warmth made her drowsy.
She leaned back in the chair and squinted. She felt a little tired these past two days. She was either freezing outside or doing high-intensity painting homework. She didn't sleep well last night and felt completely out of energy.
The north is different from the south. The cold there will make people feel weak all over. Even if they do nothing, they will still feel listless, let alone doing anything in the cold.
When Pei Ze came in, he saw Zhong Miao who was drowsy. He woke her up and said, "If you are sleepy, go to bed."
"Hmm." Zhong Miao responded with a hum, but didn't move at all.
Pei Ze was amused by her dazed look. He lifted his arms and carried his wife to the bed like a princess, then took off her coat and shoes. Zhong Miao was not in the right state of mind, but she was somewhat conscious. She murmured, "Take off your outer pants too."
Pei Ze served An An just like he did before. He helped her answer the questions and then covered her with a blanket.
Zhong Miao felt a warm towel wiping her face in a daze. After wiping her face, she wiped her hands. She actually knew everything, but she just couldn't wake up.
After Pei Ze had finished tidying up and got into bed, Zhong Miao naturally moved over and nestled in his arms. She wasn't frightened again that night and slept through the night.
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In the busy shopping mall, Zhong Miao was strolling around with great interest.
This shopping mall is different from other shopping malls. It is different from the specialty stores in the previous life. Stalls of all sizes are crowded together in rows, leaving very little space for people to walk.
There are clothes on the stalls, and there are also many hanging on the wall behind, including clothes, pants and jackets. There are also some stalls selling fabrics and wool, and there are tailor shops. After buying fabrics, you can directly make patterns and have them customized.
This made Zhong Miao feel particularly novel. In his previous life, there had been private customization and high-end customization from major brands, but they only served a small number of people. The clothing industry was mature, and even personalized brands were mass-produced, with abundant options and were very convenient.
She approached a yarn stall and saw an older woman who had bought three pounds of yarn. She was also flipping through the stall owner's magazine and exchanging experiences with the stall owner about the sweater styles and needlework methods listed in the magazine.
The stall owner was very enthusiastic and gave my sister two sets of knitting needles.
After her elder sister left, Zhong Miao couldn't help but pick up the magazine and flip through it. The sweaters in the magazine were not very colorful, but the styles and patterns were very rich, including cable knit, diamond plaid, lace, round neck, high neck and sweetheart neck, which were quite nice.
"Big sister, just look around first. If you like anything, tell me and I'll introduce it to you." The stall owner greeted her warmly.
"Okay, thank you, big sister. I'll take a look first."
Zhong Miao looked at the female model with high bangs in the magazine and thought that this hairstyle was also very unique. In the past two days, she actually saw a girl with this hairstyle in the city.
"If you like this kind of sweater, we can buy yarn and ask the boss to knit it for you. You can knit whichever one you like."
Seeing his wife couldn't let go of the magazine, Pei Ze couldn't help but remind her that if she couldn't knit, she should pay some labor fees.
"Is it possible?"
Zhong Miao really didn't know. She just thought the sweater in the magazine was pretty good and not as old-fashioned as other ready-made clothes, so she couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Although there were many clothes for sale here, they were all old styles, very old. Only a few were brightly colored or decorated with lace, which she didn't like very much. However, these sweaters were very similar to the basic styles in her previous life.
"Of course, or you can take it back and ask Mom to knit it for you. She can knit it, but she's slow and she's worried you won't be able to wear it during the New Year."
"That won't do. Grandma is busy enough every day. There are so many things to do at home. Let's just pay for the labor."
Zhong Miao took a fancy to a thick linen sweater with a mix of thick and thin cable knits. She called the owner over and the two discussed it for a while. The owner helped Zhong Miao choose the yarn and measured her size.
After making his choice, Zhong Miao paid for the yarn and the labor fee. The stall owner took out a small notebook with the price of the yarn, the labor fee, and a note to pick it up in a week.
This is the early receipt. Zhong Miao took the receipt and handed it to Pei Ze. "If it's inconvenient for me, please come and pick it up for me."
"You're so rude." Pei Ze complained, but he took the receipt and carefully put it in his coat pocket.
"Hehe, what's the point of talking so much nonsense? Don't you still have to do your work when it's time to work?"
Zhong Miao didn't understand his train of thought. If you don't want to, don't accept her money. She's always like this. She does a lot of work but is never nice with her words.
"Hey, you know I've done a lot, but why don't you seem to feel sorry for me?"
Pei Ze was just teasing her. He was the only adult male in the family and the pillar of the family. If he didn't do it, who would? He was just saying a few words to tease Zhong Miao.
"Heartache and palpitations are both illnesses and must be treated."
Zhong Miao is not an ignorant girl, nor is she in love. Why should she feel sorry for you, a grown man, doing some work? She might as well feel sorry for herself instead of feeling sorry for herself.
"Wife, you are such a boring person." Seeing that Zhong Miao didn't respond and blushing or heartbeating were impossible at all, Pei Ze could only criticize her unwillingly.
Thinking that the New Year was approaching, Zhong Miao picked out a woolen sweater for her mother-in-law and a woolen coat for her father. These were all ready-made clothes. Although the styles were a bit old, the fabrics and workmanship were really good.
"Buy two sets of clothes for An An too."
"Okay, pick two more for yourself. Don't think about saving money. If you spend all, I still have more." Pei Ze was rarely generous.
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