Today is the exhibition of Chinese painting master Zhang Qianyi. As Su Ling's last disciple, he naturally cannot be absent.

Early in the morning, he drove an off-road vehicle with the trunk filled with rice and Yulu tea to the JSK Convention and Exhibition Center.

The exhibition opened at nine in the morning, so he set out two hours early. As soon as he drove into the parking lot of the convention center, his cell phone rang.

"Hello, is this Junior Brother?" He answered the phone while turning off the car.

"Where have you been?" asked the junior brother.

"We just arrived at the parking lot of the convention center. How about you, brother? Have you arrived yet?" Su Ling unbuckled his seat belt and opened the driver's door.

"Look to the left, I'm five meters away from you." The junior brother said with a smile.

Su Ling turned around and saw a handsome man in fashionable clothes waving at him. It was his junior apprentice Zhang Qingyun, who was 39 years old this year. He was known as the Little Master and was good at painting ladies.

Putting away his phone, Su Ling walked up to him and they hugged each other.

"Junior brother, you've been doing very well lately. You've even become an internet celebrity." Zhang Qingyun teased.

"I didn't intend to do this, but I didn't know it would become so popular for no reason." Su Ling said, "You came at the right time, help me move the things."

"What is it?" Zhang Qingyun was puzzled.

Su Ling opened the trunk of his car and patted the rice and tea leaves stacked together. "These are gifts for the teacher and several fellow students."

Zhang Qingyun looked at the rice, then at Su Ling. After a while, he reached out and rubbed Su Ling's head. "Amazing, Junior Brother! You've only been in the countryside for a few months, and you already know how to deliver local specialties? Haha, I'll get a few people to come over and move them."

Su Ling quickly dodged his clutches to prevent her hairdo, which she had spent more than half an hour styling, from being messed up.

Zhang Qingyun made a phone call and called four or five staff members. In less than ten minutes, they moved the rice and tea into an office in the convention center and piled them in the corner.

"What are these?"

"Who brought it?"

"Rain Mist Tea? Wow, all of them are special quality! So many boxes, it must have cost a lot of money, right?"

"What about rice?"

The staff moved all the items and left, leaving behind a few well-dressed middle-aged men discussing the rice and tea in confusion.

Su Ling and Zhang Qingyun stood in front of the gallery, feeling the scent of ink in the air and admiring the various traditional Chinese paintings on the wall, including ink paintings, heavy color paintings, meticulous paintings and freehand paintings. The subjects covered were wide-ranging, including figures, landscapes, flowers and birds. Each painting was lifelike and exquisitely crafted.

These paintings are the works of Zhang Qianyi, and each one is very valuable. In order to prevent theft, a layer of isolation glass is installed outside the display wall. Visitors who want to appreciate the paintings can only look but not touch them.

The two came to a display wall. Zhang Qingyun used her fingerprints to operate a few times on the table next to her, and the isolation glass wall slowly retracted to the ground. Su Ling carefully hung the two paintings he brought on the specially empty space on the wall.

Taking a step back, he nodded contentedly.

“Finally, I have something to show off.”

After going to Shixi Village, he was inspired and painted five or six paintings, of which the most satisfying were the Spring Farming and Brocade Carp Playing with Lotus. He brought these two paintings to the teacher's art exhibition this time, and they were hung among the paintings of his fellow students, and they were no less impressive.

Zhang Qingyun put the glass wall back and stood next to Su Ling, with his hands behind his back, admiring his paintings carefully.

The little junior brother is indeed the most talented one among his fellow apprentices. He is young but has already shown his talent. The painting of spring ploughing shows his skills, while the painting of koi playing with lotus is even more spiritual. The fat carp in the painting is arrogant but cute, which makes people smile knowingly.

At his age, I am still a novice and can only rub around!

After hanging the paintings, the two went to the office together. As soon as they entered the office, they were greeted warmly by the senior brothers.

"Junior brother is here!"

"Where have you been in seclusion recently, Junior Brother? Qingyun forwarded your painting to me and I saw it. The golden fish is so vivid and lifelike, it's amazing!"

"Did you bring these rice and tea?"

"Recently, my granddaughter has become obsessed with a host. I heard his voice and it sounded familiar, so I went over to take a look. Oh, my goodness, it turned out to be my junior fellow student!"

"Isn't it? My daughter bought a large box of cucumbers and tomatoes online some time ago. They were the agricultural products that my junior brother was selling on his live broadcast."

"Young people are full of energy and are willing to go to the countryside to do charity work. That's good, that's good."

The senior brothers praised him generously, but Su Ling remained calm. Anyone would be used to being praised after five or six years.

When they had praised him enough, he smiled and said, "These rice and tea leaves are a token of my appreciation. I hope you fellow brothers will not object."

"How could I be disgusted? I am too happy to even have time." The fourth brother said with emotion, "Xiao Ling is so capable that he even knows how to plant a field. Thinking of my son who is idle all day long, I wish I could just pick up a broom and chase him out to fend for himself."

"Your son is an e-sports player, how can he be considered idle? My son doesn't even have a job and hangs out with other people all day long, that's the real idleness." The fifth brother shook his head and sighed.

Seeing that the brothers were about to start chatting, Su Ling changed the subject in time: "Where's the teacher? Hasn't he come yet?"

"The teacher is meeting guests." The second senior brother pointed to the wall. "Master Bai from Country M came to the exhibition earlier. The teacher is entertaining him in the living room next door."

Master Bai? He came back from Country M. Could it be that——

Su Ling asked hurriedly: "Is it Master Bai Jincheng?"

Zhang Qingyun asked in surprise: "Junior brother, do you know him?"

Su Ling nodded: "Yes, I know him. He and my second grandfather are old friends."

He briefly mentioned the story of Bai Jincheng and the second grandfather, and the others sighed as they listened.

"What a coincidence!" The eldest senior brother stroked his beard and suggested, "Xiao Ling, why don't you go take a look next door?"

"Okay." Su Ling replied.

At this time, in the living room next door, a spirited white-haired old man was sitting on a rattan chair, chatting happily with an old man in a Tang suit next to him. When they talked about interesting topics, they laughed happily. Although his face was full of wrinkles, his eyes were still bright.

Wen Xi sat obediently on the other side, holding a teacup in both hands, quietly watching her grandfather chatting with Master Zhang Qianyi.

Bai Jincheng said, "Two years ago, I took a picture of the master's galloping horse at an auction in Country R. It is now kept at my home in Country M."

Zhang Qianyi smiled and said, "The Galloping Horse is a work of mine from my early years. If it weren't for my bad luck, I would have been reluctant to sell it. Later, I wanted to buy it back, but there was no news of it in the domestic market. I didn't expect it to be sold abroad and collected by Mr. Bai. It's really fate!"

Bai Jincheng pondered and said, "If Master Zhang wants to take back the Junma Painting, I can have someone send it back to the country and return it to its original owner."

Zhang Qianyi waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no! Since Mr. Bai is its owner, why should I take it back?"

Bai Jincheng saw that he was determined, so he didn't mention it any more. Master Zhang's paintings are worth collecting. This picture of a galloping horse is majestic and full of the youthful vigor.

This is why an artist only paints a picture once in his lifetime.

Wimsey finished his tea and put down the cup. He was so nervous about what his grandfather had said that he almost crushed the cup.

How can the painting of galloping horses, which the grandfather spent 200 million yuan on at an auction, be returned to the owner for nothing? Even if Master Zhang Qianyi is the original artist, the work that has entered the market has been given monetary value and is no longer an ordinary painting, but a mature commodity.

“Knock knock—”

Su Ling knocked on the door, heard a response from inside, and politely walked in.

"Teacher." He called respectfully.

Zhang Qianyi was delighted when he saw him and waved to him cheerfully: "Xiao Ling is here? Come and meet Mr. Bai."

Su Ling walked over and politely saluted Bai Jincheng. "Master Bai, we meet again."

Bai Jincheng looked at him in surprise. "You are Master Zhang's disciple?"

Su Ling said: "I am the teacher's last disciple, and I have been his disciple for seven years."

Zhang Qianyi asked doubtfully, "Do you know each other?"

"We met last month." Su Ling explained, "Grandpa Bai and my second grandfather are old friends."

"Not bad." Bai Jincheng looked sad. "This time I came back to visit my relatives, mainly to meet Xiao Su's grandfather. Unfortunately, I came a step late and missed it. Alas——"

When I first saw Su Ling's cursive calligraphy hanging in his study, I knew that this boy was extremely talented. I never thought that he was actually Master Zhang's last disciple. It was really unexpected.

However, only Master Zhang's disciples could write such elegant cursive calligraphy.

Zhang Qianyi patted his shoulder soothingly. "My condolences."

Bai Jincheng took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes. "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."

Zhang Qianyi said generously: "At our age, we need to be more open-minded about many things so that we can live a more comfortable life."

Bai Jincheng nodded, looked at the polite Su Ling, and said to Zhang Qianyi with joy: "It's a pity that Xiao Su has already worshipped you as his master, otherwise I really want to pass on my teachings to him."

Su Ling said humbly: "Thank you for your kindness, Master Bai. I still have many shortcomings."

If Mr. Bai continued to speak, his back would be seen through by someone.

Ever since he entered the living room, Wen Xi couldn't hide the jealousy in his eyes, especially when he learned that Su Ling was the last disciple of Zhang Qianyi, the top Chinese painting master in Country Z. He was so jealous that he was burning with jealousy.

Why are some people so lucky that they have all the benefits?

Every time he meets Su Ling, he has to refresh his understanding of him. Each time he meets Su Ling, he is more surprised than the last time, which arouses the destructive desire hidden deep in his heart.

Since childhood, Wenxi has been praised as a favored child of heaven and grew up in countless praises, which has made him arrogant and conceited. When someone surpasses him in everything, he can't stand the torment of jealousy and does some unreasonable things.

In Country M, he was a genius who was the center of attention. But when he came to Country Z, he was always outshined by Su Ling and he was almost unable to endure it anymore.

He dropped his eyelids and clenched his fists.

Being rejected by Su Ling again, Bai Jincheng said with regret: "Your grandfather and I are like brothers. If you don't want to inherit my property, then you can't refuse my collection, Su."

Wen Xi raised his head suddenly, his eyes wide in disbelief. Grandpa's collections were innumerable, all exquisite and priceless, some of which were rare and one-of-a-kind pieces, and he was actually giving them away to a completely unrelated person for free?

Su Ling was shocked and said, "This... this is not right!"

Zhang Qianyi stroked his beard slowly, his half-closed eyes gleaming with brilliance. Is this Mr. Bai and his young apprentice's grandfather just old friends?

Bai Jincheng looked sad and whispered, "Is it possible... that I don't even have a chance to make up for it?"

He and Su Lan missed each other all their lives and had never missed each other. Now that he sees Su Ling, he loves him so much that he wants to give him the best things in the world, so that he can reunite with Su Lan in the underworld and have an explanation.

Now that Su Ling had rejected him again and again, he couldn't help but feel sad, with tears in his eyes.

During this time, lying on the bed where Su Lan once slept, he would feel regret every night when he recalled the happiness of his youth. If he had not followed his father to Country M, would the ending of him and Su Lan be different?

Su Ling looked at the teacher for help. Zhang Qianyi remained calm and did not join in. Instead, he glanced vaguely at Wen Xi.

Wen Xi was immersed in his own thoughts, how could he feel his grandfather's emotions?

Seeing that the teacher would not help him, Su Ling had no choice but to retreat and gently comfort Bai Jincheng: "I appreciate Master Bai's kindness. If Second Master knew about this, he would definitely not want to see Master Bai worry about him."

Bai Jincheng didn't force himself, but he had made up his mind.

“Knock knock knock—”

Zhang Qingyun knocked on the door, pushed it in and said, "Teacher, the exhibition is about to start, and many masters are outside and want to see you."

Zhang Qianyi stood up and said, "Mr. Bai, please come with me. I will introduce you to some good friends."

The group left the living room, and Su Ling and Wen Xi walked side by side, following quietly behind them.

Wen Xi walked silently, and his pace gradually slowed down. Su Ling knew that he had something to say to him, so he matched his pace and put a long distance between himself and the person in front of him.

"You..." Wen Xi turned his head and stared at Su Ling gloomily.

"What?" Su Ling raised his eyebrows indifferently.

Wen Xi said sharply: "Don't even think about inheriting any of my grandfather's property!"

Su Ling was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Really? Do you care a lot?"

Wen Xi approached him and lowered his voice: "Do you know how much my grandfather is worth?"

Su Ling moved aside to avoid his pressing gaze and shrugged, "Not interested."

No matter how high her net worth is, can it be higher than her husband's?

Wen Xi pursed her lips and threatened coldly: "In short, you'd better stay away from my grandfather! And don't covet things that don't belong to you."

Su Ling smiled and said, "It doesn't seem to belong to you, does it?"

Grandpa Bai is still alive, but someone has already set his sights on his inheritance. It's better not to have such a grandson than to want him to be healthy and live a long life.

Originally, Su Ling didn't quite understand why Wen Xi always targeted him, but after hearing his tone today and mentioning Master Bai's property, he finally understood.

It turns out that all this is for money!

It's really a sudden disaster, and I can't explain it clearly.

He and Grandpa Bai were not related, so how could he really inherit his future inheritance? Grandpa Bai was just feeling guilty about Second Grandpa, so he was thinking of ways to make up for his regrets and gain peace of mind.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the exhibition officially began. The convention center was crowded with tourists. Zhang Qianyi was surrounded by his disciples and brought many friends to appreciate the paintings. When he came to the wall displaying the disciples' works, he was full of pride.

The eight disciples were all extremely talented, and each of them showed a tendency to surpass their teacher, which won them high praise from the public.

"Hey, this painting of brocade carp playing with lotus is so vivid!"

Someone exclaimed.

"Which disciple of Master Zhang painted this?"

Zhang Qianyi pulled Su Ling to stand beside him and introduced with a smile: "It is the work of my last disciple, Su Ling."

Being the focus of everyone's attention, Su Ling remained calm and composed, fully displaying the demeanor of a master and his disciple.

"The young are truly to be feared!"

"As expected of Master Zhang's last disciple, he has such superb painting skills at such a young age. Congratulations!"

"Master Zhang has a unique vision, and all his disciples are outstanding!"

"Why am I not so lucky? I am so jealous!"

"I think it's jealousy? Hahahaha——"

Wen Xi stood outside the crowd, looking at the ink painting on the wall, listening to the words of praise around him, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails were about to dig into his palms. When his eyes fell on his grandfather and saw his excited expression, his heart sank little by little until he fell into the abyss.

The exhibition ended and the tourists left one after another. Su Ling's two paintings received great recognition from the industry, which invisibly improved his status in the Chinese painting world. If his works were to be sold at auction houses in the future, the prices would double.

At the midnight bar, Wen Xi sat in front of the bar and ordered five beers in a row. He listened to the loud music and drank one after another.

Li Ting came out of the dance floor sweating profusely and sat down next to Wen Xi. Seeing the three empty cups on the bar, he frowned and asked, "What's wrong? Are you worried?"

Wenxi stopped drinking half of his beer, burped, shook his head, and said bitterly, "It's still that Su Ling!"

Li Ting put his arm around his shoulders, leaned closer to him and said, "What happened to Su Ling?"

Wen Xi recalled the shock and frustration she had felt when she went to the art exhibition with her grandfather today, and gritted her teeth and said, "If there was someone who was better than you in every way, what would you do?"

Li Ting said nonchalantly: "Just...avoid it. Why do you have to argue with others?"

There are so many people who are better than me. If I compare myself with them all, won’t I be exhausted to death?

However, Wen Xi was not satisfied with his answer. He drank the remaining beer in the glass, wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "I won't accept it!"

Li Ting touched the back of his head and tried to help his brother. "What do you want to do?"

As for Su Ling, although he has severed his relationship with the Su family, he has the Lai Group behind him, so most people don't dare to touch him.

Wen Xi turned her head, pressed her lips against Li Ting, and said angrily: "Brother Ting... I feel sad."

Li Ting's ears became hot, and he blurted out, "As long as my brother can do it, I will definitely help you!"

Under the dim light, Wen Xi smiled sweetly. "Thank you, Brother Ting."

Li Ting's fingers started to move dishonestly downwards. Wen Xi frowned in disdain but did not push him away. There is always a price to pay when asking someone to do something for you, right?

He didn't mind taking a small loss if it meant making Su Ling disappear.

Shen Wei came out of the dance floor and saw Li Ting and Wen Xi whispering to each other. He licked his lips, walked over, sat on the other side of Wen Xi, and naturally put his arm around his slender waist. He asked curiously, "What are you talking about? You look very happy. Can you share it with me?"

Wen Xi drank five large glasses of beer, and the alcohol made him a little confused. Shen Wei was so close to him, he moved closer and smiled seductively: "Do you want to join in too?"

"Participate in what?" Shen Wei tightened his arms, and Wen Xi almost stuck to his arms.

Li Ting saw this and rushed over and grabbed Shen Wei by the collar. "Brother, this is not good, is it?"

Shen Wei said: "What's wrong with that? Since we are brothers, we should share the hardships and happiness together."

Li Ting's eyes flashed, and after a while, he let go of Shen Wei's collar and fell silent.

Wen Xi was drowsy and didn't know what he was facing.

The author has something to say: PS: Well, Wenxi is about to go offline ~ don’t worry!

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