The corners of Shen Qiqi's mouth raised in a mysterious arc, like a lottery player waiting for the prize draw, and her tone was filled with a bit of uncontrollable excitement: "I plan to create a little artistic atmosphere in our home!"
"Puff--" The water that Lu Qing's second sister-in-law had just drunk was sprayed out directly. She hurriedly wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, her face full of disbelief, as if she had heard some fairy tale.
The room suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of people gasping for air. The atmosphere instantly changed from warm and happy to subtle stagnation.
Old Madam Lu slammed her chopsticks on the table with a thud, causing the dishes to jump. Her weather-beaten eyes were now burning with rage: "What kind of art are you doing? Do you have too much money to burn? Just when things are starting to get better, you're already thinking about squandering it?!"
Shen Qiqi had expected the old lady to react this way, but she still didn't give up and hurriedly explained: "Mom, the art I'm talking about doesn't mean you have to spend a lot of money on those fancy things. I want our home to have a more cultural atmosphere. Life should also be elegant! Just like what I do at the cultural center, let our family life become more colorful! And it doesn't cost money, I can just teach you."
"What? No money? Are you kidding me? What good things can you expect without spending money?" Old Mrs. Lu didn't buy her nonsense at all. She frowned tightly, and the wrinkles on her face seemed to deepen a little. "Don't try to fool me. I'm telling you, don't even think about doing these messy things at home. We country people have to be down-to-earth and work hard!"
Shen Qiqi looked at the old lady's flushed face and felt like she was splashed with a basin of cold water, and her heart instantly sank.
She opened her mouth and wanted to explain a few more words, but was rudely interrupted by the old lady: "Stop talking nonsense! I don't agree! No one can do anything tricky under my nose!" After that, she snorted heavily, threw down her chopsticks, stood up, and walked away angrily.
The temperature in the whole room seemed to have dropped to freezing point. Everyone was intimidated by the old lady's aura and didn't even dare to breathe.
Lu Qing looked at Shen Qiqi's aggrieved look, wanting to say something but stopping himself, and finally could only sigh helplessly.
My eldest uncle's wife slowly sipped her porridge, her eyes sizing up an out-of-place decoration, her tone tinged with sarcasm. "Qiqi, I'm not saying anything harsh on you, but art and the like might be treasures in the eyes of those cultured people in the city, but in our countryside, it's just useless. If you can't harvest the crops, how can art be used to make a living? Instead of wasting your time on these empty things, you should think more about how to live a good life."
Shen Qiqi was like an eggplant hit by frost—wilted.
Her eyes, which had been shining, were now covered with a layer of dust, and her heart felt blocked, as if she had swallowed a fly.
She originally thought that she could let her family feel the charm of art and improve their interest in life, but now it seems that she was overthinking it.
It feels like a passionate speaker shouting to the audience, but they are all dozing off. How embarrassing.
The air in the room seemed to freeze, and a depressing atmosphere spread, making it hard to breathe.
She was isolated and felt like a lone traveler in the desert, surrounded by indifference and confusion.
Just when Shen Qiqi was feeling discouraged, a warm big hand wrapped around her hand.
Lu Qing's voice was low and firm. "Mom, sister-in-law, I think what Qiqi said makes sense. Art doesn't have to be something high-end; it can also be the little beautiful things in life. Even though we are from the countryside, we can't stay so rustic forever, right? Why not give it a try?"
Lu Qing's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the dull room.
Everyone's eyes turned to him, even the usually strong Mrs. Lu was stunned. She didn't expect that her always honest third son would stand up and speak for Shen Qiqi.
A warm current surged in Shen Qiqi's heart. She raised her head and looked at Lu Qing gratefully, with a sparkling light in her eyes.
Lu Qing gave her an encouraging look in return and gently squeezed her hand, silently conveying strength.
"Try it? How? How do you plan to try it?" The eldest uncle's wife broke the silence first, with a hint of questioning and provocation in her tone.
Lu Qing took a deep breath and looked at everyone with a determined look...
Lu Qing looked at Shen Qiqi gently, "that look was warmer than the warm sun in winter, and instantly melted the ice and snow in Shen Qiqi's heart.
A warm current flowed through her heart, dispelling the previous grievances and losses.
She held Lu Qing's hand back, feeling the warmth of his palm, and her heart was filled with strength.
This wave of dog food came so suddenly that the air was filled with a sweet smell.
My uncle's wife curled her lips and rolled her eyes, as if to say, "This is so corny, it makes my teeth so sour!"
At this moment, Lu Qing's son, who had been eating silently, suddenly raised his head and asked in a baby voice: "Art? Is it fun? If it is fun, I will try it." When these words came out, the whole audience was shocked!
This sudden divine assist made Shen Qiqi feel as if she saw the dawn of hope.
She originally thought that her son would have no interest in art like the old lady and her uncle and aunt, but she didn't expect that he would be interested in "fun" things.
A hint of curiosity arose in Shen Qiqi's heart. This little guy usually likes to play in the mud. Could it be that he also has a unique understanding of art?
Is this the legendary artistic talent?
She felt like she had grabbed a life-saving straw, as if she saw a ray of light in the darkness.
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