Chapter 71
Zhong Miao stood up and asked, "Teacher, are you calling me?"
"No, I'm calling the classmate next to you whom I don't know."
Pei Ze stood up and said with a smile, "Hello, teacher."
The classmates around laughed, and Zhong Miao was so embarrassed that he sat down with his face covered.
"Please tell me, what are the differences between the bronze patterns of the Shang and Zhou dynasties and the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods? Why are they different?"
Pei Ze was not embarrassed at all, "Sorry, teacher, I'm just here to take your class. I majored in mechanics and graduated a long time ago."
The old professor took one look at Pei Ze, a tall man who was truly a handsome man. "Student, you can attend class for free, but why are you sitting next to our top student and tugging at us? You can't even talk about love in class; it's disturbing others."
Pei Ze was even happier. "Teacher, this isn't called a love relationship. I'm accompanying my wife to class to make sure she's studying well."
"puff."
"Hehehe."
“Hahahahahahaha.”
For a moment, the hundreds of students in the classroom burst into laughter.
"Quiet, quiet, classmate Zhong Miao is married?"
"Yes, teacher."
Pei Ze was still cheerful. He didn't want his wife to be socially unlucky, but this was an unexpected situation. Who would have thought that the students in class on weekdays didn't ask about it, but the teacher asked him.
Now the whole school knows that Zhong Miao is married, and he has firmly declared his sovereignty. However, he still has to coax his wife when he gets home. She must be angry this time.
"Even though you're her lover, you can't affect her class. Go out and wait for your wife, and stop making trouble here."
The old professor looked dignified.
"Okay, teacher, I'm out." Pei Ze touched Zhong Miao's ostrich-like head and walked out of the classroom in a casual manner.
At this moment in the classroom, some students were laughing openly, while others were trying to hold back their laughter until their faces turned red, but none of them dared to laugh out loud for fear of angering the professor.
Zhong Miao covered his face with one hand, raised his head, coughed, and pretended nothing had happened. With the other hand, he couldn't help scratching the wall to ease the embarrassment. Fortunately, he was sitting against the wall and had something to scratch.
She didn't understand. The professor was usually very steady in class, so why did he let Pei Ze answer the questions today? Why? There was no answer.
After class, the students left one after another. When they saw the handsome guy waiting for his wife at the classroom door, some of them went up to him and started talking to him.
When Zhong Miao came out of the classroom, she saw Pei Ze surrounded by a crowd of people, all wanting to know gossip about the couple. Pei Ze was really something, he could chat with anyone.
She originally wanted to leave secretly, what an embarrassing situation, but then she thought, Pei Ze came to school for her, oh, she needs to be thick-skinned.
Zhong Miao turned around and walked to Pei Ze, trying her best to smile and greet the classmates. However, the hand that was holding Pei Ze's arm was secretly twisting his arm flesh. Pei Ze was in pain, but he didn't dare to cry out. He only begged for mercy after everyone left.
"Hiss, wife, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts."
"You old bastard, you still feel pain. Have some shame?"
"I can give up my face, but I can't give up my wife. I was wrong. I didn't expect your professor to have such a sharp eye. He could tell at a glance that I'm not his student."
"No, you have to compensate me for my mental loss. I'm really embarrassed this time."
"Your husband is so handsome, how could he be embarrassing for you?"
"Stop distorting the facts. You have to compensate me."
"Okay, I'll compensate you with a barbecue, okay?"
"not enough."
"The two meals?"
"Hmph, barely enough."
Pei Ze knew how greedy Zhong Miao was. There was nothing that couldn't be solved by a barbecue. If one barbecue didn't work, he would try two.
Ever since she had that socially awkward experience in the art history class that day, Zhong Miao didn't want to walk around the school anymore. She was met with mocking looks from her classmates everywhere. Even Li Qiumo, after hearing about it, came to tease her.
So annoying.
Of course, in addition to the two barbecues, Pei Ze also suffered a beating from his wife. For him, no beating was in vain.
Qingmei holds two art exhibitions every year, one in spring and summer and one in autumn and winter. Occasionally, it also cooperates with other schools, individuals, and galleries to hold exhibitions. The autumn and winter exhibitions are high-quality large-scale exhibitions.
This autumn and winter art exhibition has officially begun, and many people have come to see the paintings. Although it cannot be compared with what will happen decades later, it is still far beyond Zhong Miao's expectations.
"Does our Qingmei art exhibition always have so many people coming to see it?" Zhong Miao couldn't help asking after walking around and coming to Li Qiumo's office.
"Of course, there are only a few art academies in the country. Those who study literature, art, and candidates from nearby provinces and cities who want to enter art academies will come and take a look."
"The difference is that those who are involved in literature and art may come here to find inspiration and materials. After seeing the exhibition, they have materials to brag about. Some also remember that they come to see the paintings and write press releases. Most people who are involved in art come here for reference and reference. The main purpose of the candidates is to see Qingmei's painting style and use it as a reference for their own painting studies."
Li Qiumo threw the paintbrush into the oil barrel to clean it, and while doing so, he explained the doubts of his talented disciple.
"It seems that the influence of our college far exceeds my expectations."
"Haha, as long as you think it's good, our school's resources are no worse than the Capital Academy of Fine Arts. It seems you didn't do your homework before taking the exam."
"Uh, haha, I'm so ashamed." Zhong Miao couldn't say that this was my second time attending Qingmei, so why did I still have to do homework? She remembered the development history of Qingmei's Oil Painting Department very clearly.
"How are your suitors doing lately?"
"Yes, it's a lot less. You know, everyone knows I'm married, so why would someone still hang around me for no reason?"
Zhong Miao was puzzled. It was okay before, but after Pei Ze came to the school and caused such a scene, there were still people who refused to give up.
Thinking about it this way, although the situation was a bit awkward, Pei Ze really helped her solve a big problem. At least, she avoided many embarrassing situations where she had to talk nonsense.
"Teacher, I can only say that you have no idea of your own charm. Especially people in our field, who are influenced by Western culture, are so extravagant."
"Pfft, I didn't expect you to evaluate yourself like this." Zhong Miao joked. Isn't Li Qiumo's job in this line of work?
"Haha, now that you mention it, it reminds me of a time when I loved drawing girls. I'd get tired of it after a while, so I'd focus on pretty girls, but I got tired of that after a while. Back then, I thought pretty girls didn't get acne."
"Hahaha, you're amazing! I seriously suspect you've been misled by some cheesy writing. Just like Hu Xu, he reads romance novels all day and cries every time he reads them. He imagines his non-existent ups and downs in love, but in reality, he even has trouble talking to girls."
"I'm different from him. He's stupid, or in your words, brain-dead. I paint girls with a purpose. Before I paint, I admire them. Occasionally, I even have the thought of pursuing them, but after I finish, the thought is shattered. Everyone has flaws. For example, this girl is pretty, but she has acne. That one is also good, but her nose is a little flat. Oh, it's so difficult. I just waste my time like this and become old and ugly."
Zhong Miao felt the same way after hearing what he said. "Your idea is really similar to mine. I think a flat back of the head is not good, and asymmetrical abdominal muscles are not good either."
Li Qiumo almost fell over after hearing this. You are a girl in her early twenties, and you look at who has abs like you. "Don't let your Pei Ze hear this."
Zhong Miao finally came to her senses. She was so relaxed around Li Qiumo that she accidentally let the cat out of the bag. "Yeah, don't worry, this is our secret."
"You'd better go back to work. I'm afraid my heart won't be able to bear knowing too many secrets."
"Yeah, let's go. I'll bring you two bottles of heart pills next time."
Li Qiumo...
This is disrespectful.
Zhong Miao unconsciously thought of Pei Ze. Pei Ze was very handsome and had a nice body, but there was a scar on his leg. But for some reason, she didn't think it was ugly, nor did she feel disgusted.
On the weekend, Zhong Miao and her family went to the Qingmei Exhibition Hall to see an art exhibition.
When An An saw the wall full of paintings, she opened her mouth in surprise, and her big eyes looked at each painting curiously.
Zhong Miao answered An An's questions all the way and explained patiently.
"Mom, which one did you draw?"
"It's not there yet. Let's wait and see. We'll be there soon."
"Um, Mom, what is this picture?"
“It’s a human.”
"Why didn't I see that?"
"Well, this is called abstraction. It's a form of expression in painting. Abstraction is also a kind of painting language."
"don't know."
"Haha, you'll understand when you grow up a little bit."
After walking for a while, the family stopped in front of Zhong Miao's works. Four series of works were arranged in order and hung on the wall.
Zhong Ming was stunned when he saw his daughter's work.
He could understand Zhong Miao's paintings without any effort. Looking at the paintings, the old father thought about the inner changes of his daughter since she traveled through the book. She also missed home, and she was thinking about their previous home.
There is no turning back in life, fortunately, she has a family now.
The family took photos in front of Zhong Miao's paintings. A student helped take the photos. When he handed the camera back to Pei Ze, he couldn't help but say, "This set of paintings is so shocking. It's so well painted."
"Well, thanks for the compliment."
Pei Ze answered with a smile.
When the student heard this, he asked, "You painted this? Are you the painter Zhong Miao?"
The student just spent a long time looking at this group of works, and even took a special look at the painter's introduction next to him.
"No, Zhong Miao is my wife, the one holding the child."
The student looked at Zhong Miao and said, "My God, she is so young."
"Yes, thank you." Pei Ze shook the camera in his hand.
"No, no, you're welcome." The student was still in shock as he watched Pei Ze walk away, take her hand, and leave.
After viewing the art exhibition, the family had a sumptuous meal outside to celebrate before returning home.
As soon as Zhong Miao got home, his old father called him to the garment factory alone.
"Dad, have you been too busy lately? Even though we live close to each other, I rarely see you. You don't have to work so hard."
Zhong Miao tried to persuade his father, fearing that he was too exhausted.
"Haha, don't worry. Dad can still do this for decades. It's nothing. But you, don't push yourself so hard. You sent your painting to the exhibition without even finishing it. You must be exhausted."
Zhong Ming poured Zhong Miao a cup of tea. It was a rare opportunity for the father and daughter to spend some time alone together.
"It's okay, not too tiring. When I get tired of painting, I can go for a drive and relax. Now that this set is done, I don't want to paint big paintings for the time being. I won't be so tired in the future."
"Okay, Dad hopes you can win a big prize in this exhibition."
"Hahaha, okay Dad." Zhong Miao raised his teacup, clinked it with his father's, and took a sip happily.
Zhong Ming took out a passbook from his jacket pocket and handed it to Zhong Miao, "My dear daughter, this is what Daddy earned for you."
"Dad, just keep it for yourself. I don't need so much money."
Zhong Miao opened the passbook and saw that there was quite a lot of money.
"Help Dad keep this. This passbook is in my name. Only the two of us know the password. It has nothing to do with your in-laws. This is your dowry. I earn some money, so I save some for you. I'll consider it as saving it for you. Besides, I only save a part for you. I also keep a part."
"Okay, I'll keep it. Thanks, Dad."
"Haha, now you'll thank your dad after you get married. Before, I bought you a car worth millions and you never thanked me."
"Hehehe, Dad, I was still ignorant at that time."
"Hahaha, no way, my sweet baby has always been sensible, that's great."
Zhong Ming sighed and spoke again: "My dear daughter, Dad has something to discuss with you."
"Just tell me." Zhong Miao took a sip of water. The relationship between father and daughter has always been relaxed and warm. Zhong Miao is always particularly relaxed when she is with her father.
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