Chapter 63 Ning Heng's "Little Duck"

While people in Lijia Village were celebrating Christmas, Ning Heng flew to France.

As soon as Xu Qiulai sat down, a waiter came over and said, "Someone is looking for you. He claims to be your son's friend. His last name is Ning."

Xu Qiulai guessed it was Ning Heng, but shouldn’t he still be in Lijia Village recording the show together?

"I'll go and meet him." Xu Qiu said and walked to the reception room.

I was shocked when I saw it.

The young man sitting in the living room was wearing a dirty leather jacket with black, white, and gray spots all over it. There was a bulge under the jacket, and no one knew what was hidden inside.

It looked as if he had just been beaten up after buying something for zero yuan and then ran over here.

"Why are you here?" Xu Qiulai frowned and asked, "Were you robbed?"

Ning Heng raised her head, revealing a pair of shining eyes: "Auntie! I brought my artwork to the exhibition!"

Ning Heng said with a bitter face: "My parents refused to believe me, saying that I must have drawn a naked man again, and asked me to keep my art away from them, because it was too disgusting..."

"So you came to see me because..."

"Auntie! You are a great figure in the art world! Please take me to the exhibition with you!"

After all, he is his son's friend, and the Ning family and the Sheng family have a good relationship. Xu Qiulai said tactfully: "Isn't it easy for you to participate in the exhibition?"

"I know what you mean, the kind of exhibitions where you can go by paying money, or the kind of exhibitions where I am happily welcomed to go because of my parents, or because of my cousin. Those exhibitions are not formal! Anyone can go, I don't want them!" Ning Heng was firm.

Xu Qiulai: "..."

You want to go to a formal school, but the formal school doesn't want you to go.

Ning Heng was still talking to herself: "Auntie, I know that the Louvre has recently organized a big exhibition. As a special guest, you are qualified to recommend works... Take a look at mine, take a look!"

As he spoke, he suddenly opened his leather jacket like an exhibitionist on the street.

The corner of Xu Qiulai's mouth twitched, and he was about to turn his head, but his gaze suddenly froze.

"This thing... is it you who made it?"

"Yes Auntie! No sleep, no technique, all emotion!"

"You have good skills too. Which teacher did your father hire for you?"

"Dai Yufan and Chen Zao."

"They are all top masters." Xu Qiulai stood up, "Come with me. ...By the way, what is the name of your work?"

"The Duckling."

"What?" Xu Qiulai was stunned.

“It’s called ‘The Little Duck’.”

“The name and the work… don’t seem to be related.”

“But it’s the artist’s freedom to choose a name, right?”

"...Yes." Xu Qiulai nodded gently, "Go take a shower first."

Ning Heng was touched: "Auntie, you are my biological mother!" Then she happily followed Xu Qiu to the suite.

The waiter at the back couldn't help but mutter, "It's really Master Ning! He almost treated me like a psychopath and kicked me out..."

The next day, an international art exhibition called "lively" was held at the Louvre.

Also exhibited at the same event are paintings by Vermeer and Monet, which represent retro style.

Among the emerging artists, Xu Qiulai is the leader.

Many famous works by famous artists attracted the attention of many art lovers, and even the media flocked to the event.

Ning Heng was a pure newcomer among them, and even met her teacher when she entered the exhibition hall.

When the teacher saw him, he instinctively pretended not to know him and walked away without thinking.

Xu Qiulai asked in confusion: "Aren't they your teachers?"

Ning Heng said without feeling embarrassed: "Oh, they told me not to say I'm their student when I go out. They can't afford to lose face."

Xu Qiulai: "..." "How bad were your previous works?"

“Are you, are you okay?”

Xu Qiulai was really nice to Ning Heng, she gave the C position in her booth to Ning Heng.

Such abnormal behavior quickly attracted a lot of attention.

First, the media came over and tried to find out the reason for this anomaly.

Then Ning Heng's teacher came over.

Ning Heng's teacher can be said to be a world-class artist, and they gathered around because they didn't want Ning Heng to embarrass them. But as soon as they moved, the media followed suit.

Why did the two teachers go there?

What's so strange there?

More and more people gathered.

——Ning Heng became an instant hit at the art exhibition.

By the third day of the art exhibition, Ning Heng's works had been sold for 10 million US dollars.

It is of course a great honor for a young Chinese artist to receive such high attention in the Louvre exhibition. When the news spread back to China, it immediately became a hot topic.

At this time, Ning Heng should have stayed in France to accept media interviews, but he suddenly flew back to China.

"I can't be the only one to hear the good news."

"Well, it's time to go back and tell your parents."

"No, no, don't tell them. I want to go to Lijia Village!"

Xu Qiulai thought about it. Could the relationship between her son and Ning Heng be so deep?

It shouldn't.

Xu Qiulai thought about it and said, "Little Duck, is it Li Xiaoya?"

Ning Heng turned back in surprise: "You knew?"

It’s true.

"Your inspiration..."

"It comes from her!" Ning Heng said in a loud voice.

Xu Qiulai tilted his head and suddenly wanted to meet Li Xiaoya as well.

"I'll go to Lijia Village with you."

"What?" Now it was Ning Heng's turn to be shocked.

At this time, Wei Lin had just finished dealing with the matters at hand.

Wei Xuanming was a very old-fashioned person. After he fell ill, he returned to China because he wanted to go back to his roots. But his ancestors left the country early, so now they have to trace their roots to find out where their ancestors were buried.

Wei Lin said that he was going to look for his ancestors, and then he left temporarily.

The stretched Lincoln and Rolls-Royce drove into the small county town.

Before entering Lijia Village, Wei Lin went to meet the local police.

At the same time, Xu Qiulai and the Ning family's car were also on the road.

"Sir, why are there other luxury cars on the road?" Wei Lin's assistant asked in confusion.

Wei Lin frowned and sighed, "Such a shabby place has really become a popular place. Our young lady is really capable!"

The assistant didn't dare to respond after hearing this.

Lijia Village was once again in a state of excitement.

The villagers watched in amazement as several luxury cars drove towards Li Xiaoya's home...

"Why is there someone here again?"

“Why are there so many rich people?”

"Brother Song, Brother Song, do you know what's going on?"

"Also, look, that's the county's car in the back."

"There's a police car. Are they here to arrest someone again?"

Arrest someone?

Li Song's eyes lit up, he became interested, and immediately strode forward.

The crowd was rushing towards that direction, sighing as they walked: "Oh my, this road is so crowded. There was a day when there was not enough space for luxury cars to park in our village..."

What is Li Xiaoya doing at this time?

She sat by the fire and warmed herself.

The rich second generation were helping to carry manure with bitter faces to prevent the manure pit from freezing.

After watering the land, someone suddenly thought, "Damn it, don't we have money? Can't we just pay the villagers here to help Li Xiaoya water the land?"

“…”

"Okay, but Brother Sheng said that the villagers here are not very good. They used to bully Li Xiaoya. Even if I have money, I can't give them to them."

"If we can't hire local villagers, we can hire people from the next village!"

"Oh my god, what you said makes so much sense! Why didn't you think of it earlier?"

"Isn't this a frozen numbness in the brain?"

"How did Li Xiaoya spend her time here in previous years? When it gets below zero, I feel like my brain can't function properly."

The rich second generation bowed their heads and sniffed the smell on their bodies in despair.

[The young master who even had to use the special tableware provided by the royal family to eat actually helped to carry the manure obediently. ]

[I am dying of laughter. This show should be renamed Happy Comedians as soon as possible. ]

[Thank you, I can stop hating the rich for a while today]

As we were talking, we heard the sound of a car approaching.

The policeman walked down first, ran quickly to Li Xiaoya, and whispered: "Li Xiaoya, right? Your relatives are here to see you!"

The policeman paused and said in a deep voice: "According to your relatives' description, your mother was most likely trafficked to Lijia Village. Now we will strictly supervise this case!"

[What the hell?]

[The police have confirmed it! It is really abduction and trafficking! ]

The villagers came closer and just happened to hear these words.

Li Song's expression suddenly became particularly strange.