Gu Qingcheng was also confused.
How talented must this little tyrant be?
She was confused, so Lu Shiyan showed Gu Qingcheng all the paintings that Lu Xinian had drawn in the past few days.
The corner of Gu Qingcheng's mouth twitched violently!
When I was in college, my roommate was from the Academy of Fine Arts.
Although she can't draw, she at least has the ability to appreciate it.
Lu Shiyan knew nothing about these paintings.
"Wife, do you understand what Nian Nian painted? I really don't understand it at all. Isn't it just a bunch of horizontal lines that make up a painting? I don't think it has any aesthetic appeal."
"Why did the painting master say that he can no longer guide Nian Nian? Could he have done it on purpose?"
Lu Shiyan thought about it and felt that it was very likely. The old man was old now and might want to retire.
"If it doesn't work, I'll teach Nian Nian. I might even draw better than him."
Gu Qingcheng rolled his eyes: "Lu Shiyan, you don't know where you stand."
"Let me tell you, if you were to instruct Nian Nian, the child would roll his eyes to the sky. Do you believe it? Aren't you just an amateur instructing an expert?"
Lu Shiyan perked up, walked to Gu Qingcheng's side, and looked at her curiously.
"Wife, do you know what is painted every year?"
Gu Qingcheng nodded slightly as she looked at one of the paintings.
There are only a few strokes on it, and it looks like just a bunch of lines.
But Gu Qingcheng could roughly make out that he was an old man in his seventies or eighties.
The old man slowly squatted down, holding a book in his hand, his eyes revealing loneliness, as if the whole world had abandoned him.
Loneliness that penetrates deep into the bone.
When Gu Qingcheng saw it, goose bumps appeared all over his body.
Seeing his wife watching so seriously, Lu Shiyan couldn't help but ask.
"Wife, how do you see it?"
Gu Qingcheng held his breath and made no comment.
I also think that in this era, not only is literature severely suppressed, but art is also not supported.
If you are too eye-catching, you may even be caught and demoted.
Gu Qingcheng pursed her lips and said, "Nian Nian's paintings must not be spread out. No matter who asks, you can't tell them, let alone show them to others."
"Also, we need to educate the old man who guides Niannian, and we need to go and say hello to him so that he knows what to say and what not to say."
Lu Shiyan immediately understood what his wife meant. These paintings had extraordinary significance.
The man nodded heavily.
"Wife, leave this matter to me. I will go and talk to them tomorrow."
Gu Qingcheng hummed softly, frowning.
If I remember correctly, China's art industry only began to put things right in 1979.
It was not until the 1980s that the art industry gradually began to develop and ushered in its spring.
By then, there will be many collectors who love art and collect some abstract style paintings.
Paintings of Lu Xinian’s quality will surely be snapped up by the market.
Gu Qingcheng also believed that with the help of herself and Lu Shiyan, Lu Xinian would definitely become famous at a young age.
However, before the 1980s arrived, the most urgent task was to keep all these secrets hidden.
Don't let anyone know.
Gu Qingcheng stroked the paintings gently, and Lu Shiyan looked at him sideways with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.
He asked.
"Wife, how do you know that these paintings are so meaningful every year?"
The magnetic and deep voice instantly pulled Gu Qingcheng out of his thoughts.
Her eyes suddenly widened and she stammered, "I...I...I picked up discarded books when I was a kid and happened to have a painting in the same style as Nian Nian's. I glanced at it and remembered it."
"Besides," she paused, "I don't really understand these paintings by Nian Nian, but I think they should be quite unique."
Lu Shiyan looked at Gu Qingcheng silently.
After about half a minute, he nodded.
"So that's how it is."
"Yeah, that's right." Gu Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief.
Lu Shiyan didn't bother to get to the bottom of the matter and placed his bony fingers on Gu Qingcheng's abdomen.
"Did you have morning sickness today?"
If we didn’t talk about this, Gu Qingcheng would have forgotten about it.
She thought about it today.
There was really no morning sickness this whole day!
Not only did I not have morning sickness, but I also felt very energetic and refreshed all over.
Is this the effect of the pregnancy-preserving medicine made from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth?
The effect is really quite good, this dog system is quite useful.
"No." Gu Qingcheng shook his head.
Lu Shiyan breathed a sigh of relief.
"It seems the child is very well behaved."
"right."
"Okay, wife, it's getting late, let's go to bed." Lu Shiyan said softly, then supported the bed with his right arm and moved to the bench.
This is strange, he is so proactive today.
Gu Qingcheng blinked at the man.
"What's going on? The sun rises from the west today? Can you be so self-aware?"
Lu Shiyan coughed uncomfortably and shifted his gaze away.
Thinking of what happened last night, the man's handsome face turned red involuntarily.
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