“I’ll think about it some more. If my creative inspiration continues to flow like a spring for the next week, then let’s move the exhibition to October.”
Song Ziqing was filled with wonderful anticipation and excitement for the upcoming art exhibition in Hong Kong.
She eagerly anticipates using this opportunity to showcase her meticulously crafted artwork to a wide Chinese community.
She longs for every visitor to deeply feel the Chinese people's passionate love and unwavering pursuit of art.
In her imagination, the art exhibition would be as dreamlike and colorful as a star in the night sky, with each painting exuding a captivating charm.
Audiences will immerse themselves in the vast ocean of art, carefully experiencing the emotions and stories conveyed by each stroke and line.
She herself would stand quietly to the side, watching people appreciate her work with a smile on her face.
Perhaps some people will stop and linger, exchanging their feelings and understanding about a particular painting with her; perhaps others will be deeply moved by these works, thus igniting a strong interest and passion for art within themselves.
Song Ziqing knows that this art exhibition is not only a stage to showcase personal talent, but also a bridge to inherit Chinese culture and promote national spirit.
She hopes that through her unremitting efforts, more people will understand and fall in love with the Chinese art style and appreciate the wisdom and power it contains.
At the same time, it also allows the world to witness the unwavering steps of Chinese artists in their pursuit of excellence.
Lin Chengyu was also a clever and intelligent person. Seeing Song Ziqing's expression, he guessed what she was thinking. He looked at his watch and realized that it was already 11 p.m.
He quickly said, "Honey, let's go back to our room and rest. It's getting late. We can think about anything we want to draw tomorrow!"
However, at this moment, Song Ziqing was unwilling to move her feet and leave the studio. Her inspiration was like a volcano erupting, and she only wanted to take advantage of this creative surge to finish the painting in one go.
However, Lin Chengyu remained unmoved.
He strode forward like an arrow released from a bow, his arms wrapped tightly around Song Ziqing like iron clamps, forming a princess carry, and effortlessly lifted her from the ground.
The paintbrush she was holding was snatched away in an instant and thrown into a bucket of water as if it were a discarded shoe.
Seeing that Song Ziqing still seemed to be struggling and resisting, Lin Chengyu decisively leaned down and pressed his lips against her cherry-like, luscious lips like a storm, nipping her complaints in the bud.
At first, Song Ziqing tried to explain something, but in no time, all her words were swallowed up by Lin Chengyu's passionate and affectionate kiss.
Her body gradually went limp and weak, as if her spine had been removed, and her consciousness began to blur...
Shortly after, the two walked hand in hand into the bathroom.
Here, they indulged in each other's warmth and love, as if time had stood still.
Finally, they slowly walked out of the bathroom and returned to their bed in the bedroom.
At this moment, the room was filled with an atmosphere of romance and passion, and a new round of intense intimacy spread like wildfire...
The next day, Song Ziqing woke up from her sweet dream and looked at the bed in a daze. She was surprised to find that her husband was still lying in bed. This was really against his usual style. In the past, when she got up, her husband had already gotten up to exercise.
At this moment, the man in front of her was wearing a silk nightgown, the collar slightly open, the disheveled state adding to his sexiness. His alluring collarbone was faintly visible, attracting Song Ziqing's gaze like a magnet, making her heart flutter like a startled deer.
Lin Chengyu slowly woke up and immediately saw Song Ziqing's infatuated expression. He couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Darling, do you want to stay in bed longer, or get up and get some exercise?"
Lin Chengyu's eyes, seemingly both angry and pleased, were full of affection, captivating Song Ziqing's heart.
However, the sunlight streaming in through the window indicated that it was already bright, and she was even more eager to get up early to exercise.
Over the years, unless there are special circumstances, whether she goes to the United States or other places, she will get up early with Lin Chengyu whenever she has the opportunity to enjoy the joy of exercise.
"Of course, it's time to get up!" Song Ziqing smiled at Lin Chengyu, then got out of bed, washed up quickly, and changed into a set of light sportswear.
She stretched, opened the window, and a breath of fresh air rushed in.
The couple walked hand in hand towards a nearby park.
The sunlight shone on them, reflecting a glow of happiness.
They strolled along the mountainside path, enjoying the tranquility and beauty of the early morning.
Along the way, Song Ziqing and Lin Chengyu chatted and laughed, sharing interesting anecdotes from their lives.
Before they knew it, they had arrived at the top of a mountain. Song Ziqing suggested that they practice Tai Chi, and Lin Chengyu readily agreed.
So they stood facing each other, their figures light and graceful, their movements fluid and natural, like flowing clouds and running water.
Between each move, their minds were also nourished and relaxed.
At that moment, Hong Kong Governor David Chor stood on the roof of the largest villa at the top of Mid-Levels and saw a young couple not far away.
He looked at his adjutant and asked, "Who are those two people? I've been in Hong Kong for a year, and I always see them practicing boxing at the Peak. Their light and leisurely boxing style is something only old men and women would like, isn't it?"
For the past year, Dai Zhi had been very busy getting familiar with Hong Kong's political affairs, especially since Hong Kong had been in turmoil in recent years due to the economic crisis and the water crisis.
As the newly arrived Governor of Hong Kong, Dai Zhi was extremely busy. He was a man with political ambitions and wanted to govern Hong Kong well and collect more taxes. This was his biggest task in Hong Kong.
The adjutant was also a thoughtful person; he had investigated Lin Chengyu and Song Ziqing's family a year ago and was quite familiar with their situation.
He then spoke with the governor about the family's situation, and finally mentioned that Soong Tse-ching was a descendant of the Soong family.
Song Ziqing has recently gained considerable fame around the world, making her one of the youngest female painters.
Upon hearing Song Ziqing's identity, Dai Zhi's eyes flashed with astonishment.
"So she's a descendant of the Song family. That's really unexpected. To achieve such remarkable success at such a young age is truly exceptional," he murmured thoughtfully.
Seeing this, the adjutant seized the opportunity to speak up: "Your Excellency, Miss Song's international reputation is at its zenith. If we could work together with her, it might greatly benefit your political achievements."
Dai Zhi nodded slightly, signaling his adjutant to continue his statement.
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