The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 511 Lotus

The guests took their seats one after another. The lights in the corner were dimmed, and no one noticed the two people sitting in the corner.

A noble lady walked in under the guidance of the waiter and sat in the middle of the second row.

"Mrs. Song, that is, Song Sheng's stepmother, tsk tsk, her husband's most estranged illegitimate child has an accident, and she almost writes gloating on her face. These rich wives from a wealthy family have no style at all."

"The woman with the most twisted waist, who can't wait to look at people with her nostrils, is your godson's aunt, the young lady of the Bai family. Her love affairs are more exciting than the scripts. She was nicknamed Jingzhou Yizhihua."

Zheng Qing is very fond of every famous lady who comes in, and even remembers how old his first love was when he stole a few erasers.

Ming Jing said helplessly, "I don't want to know."

"It's okay, it will be used sooner or later anyway."

"Here, that woman with a long face and a mean face is the eldest wife of the Bo family, that is, Dr. Bo's sister-in-law. This woman has a good life. The old lady Bo is a strange woman with both ability and integrity. But it's a different pattern, look at Mrs. Bo's frightened look, you can tell that her mother-in-law has never given her a hard time at home, and being a woman for her role is considered complete."

Among the noble ladies in Jingzhou, the most enviable one is Ji Rouen.

Ming Jing raised his eyes and took a look.

Ji Rouen was surrounded by a group of women, she was guarded in the middle, smiling and proud.

Bo Lianye was with Mao Nana, and Bai Weining was with Qin Qiuxi. They comforted each other, and sat in the south and the north, separated by rows of seats, for fear that they would fight again if they disagreed.

"Yezi, is your sister-in-law seriously ill? I called her a few times but she didn't answer. Is there something she's hiding from me?" Mao Nana asked suspiciously.

Bo Lianye helped her to sit down, and said softly, "Sister Nana, don't worry, my sister-in-law is fine."

Mao Nana rolled her eyes: "Is there something wrong with her relationship with Professor Liu? Did Professor Liu do something wrong to her?"

Bo Lianye smiled bitterly and said, "Sister Nana, you really misunderstood, the relationship between my sister and Professor Liu is good."

On the other side, Bai Weining was also comforting Qin Qiuxi: "Sister-in-law, Miss Mao has that kind of temper, don't care about her like her."

Qin Qiuxi glanced at her, with a half-smile: "You have a good relationship with that little girl from the Bo family."

Bai Weining smiled shyly: "Ye Zi treats me very well, and I also treat her sincerely."

"That's right, it's better to be young." Qin Qiuxi patted the back of Bai Weining's hand with meaningful eyes.

The smile on Bai Weining's face was even more subtle and eager.

"I remember you are a star now, right? I seem to have seen you on the Spring Festival Gala this year." Qin Qiuxi stared at the young and tender face in front of her.

Bai Weining smiled shyly, like a lily in bud, fresh and soft.

"It's just a small fight. There were so many people on the show at that time, it's rare that my sister-in-law still remembers me."

"You sing very well, perform well, and come to sister-in-law if you have any difficulties in the future."

"Thank you sister-in-law."

Qin Qiuxi looked away, and saw Qu Lanting and his group came in and sat down in the first row.

Bai Weining next to her suddenly became agitated, although she tried her best to suppress it, she still caught it.

Qin Qiuxi followed her gaze and saw that the young man was slender and straight, with a stern face, like a sharpened sword about to be unsheathed.

It is human nature to admire Ai when young.

Before Qin Qiuxi could sigh, she was attracted by the cold jade-like figure.

Time changes and stars change, as if going back to the year when I was sixteen, one glance missed my whole life.

She once read such a sentence in a book, saying, don't meet someone who is too amazing when you are young, otherwise you will not be able to spend the rest of your life in peace.

The little deer back then lost its way in the torrent of time, struggled, gave up, and sank.

But when the little deer pushed through the clouds and saw him again, it would still fall in love with him again.

Going around and around, everything is predestined.

You live only once, go crazy or die.

"Hiss..." Bai Weining gasped, the pain in her hand made her wake up from the surprise for a short time.

It turned out that Qin Qiuxi pinched her unknowingly. Bai Weining looked at Qin Qiuxi, but saw that she was staring at a person in a daze, her eyes were straight, and there was something boiling in the depths of her eyes, which was disturbing.

Bai Weining followed her gaze, it was Uncle Bo.

Bai Weining suddenly remembered what Mao Nana said just now, it turned out to be true.

For a while, she didn't dare to make a sound, and could only endure it, but the appearance of Qu Feitai calmed her anxiety.

She looked at the back of Qu Feitai's head and smiled foolishly, why do some people even have such a good-looking back of the head?

Ji Rouen said in surprise: "Mr. Qu is here too, why didn't your father tell us?"

Bo Lianye took a look and looked away, "Father has his own considerations when he does things, so we don't have to worry about it."

Immediately afterwards, a woman in a camel coat and sunglasses walked in. The moment she appeared, Qu Lanting and Bo Yujian stood up at the same time.

The woman walked up to Qu Lanting and reached out to take off her sunglasses. The woman was very tall, standing in front of Qu Lanting who was about 1.8 meters tall, almost at eye level with him.

"Master Wen, I have admired your name for a long time." Qu Lanting smiled and held out his hand.

Ji Rouen was still muttering about how this woman is so arrogant and dared to let Qu Lanting and his husband greet her, but when she heard the word "Master Wen", she almost subconsciously blurted out: "So she is Wen Ruo."

In the silent venue, this sentence was particularly harsh.

Bo Lianye frowned and looked at Ji Rouen, Ji Rouen suddenly stood up, rushed towards the woman, and said enthusiastically: "Master Wen, I have admired your name for a long time."

Bo Lianye supported her forehead, and sighed from the bottom of her heart.

Wen Ruo raised his eyebrows and looked at the woman who suddenly appeared in front of him. His eyes were cold and sharp, which made people nervous for no reason.

"Who are you?"

Bo Yujian took a deep breath, walked over and pulled Ji Rouen behind her, and said with an apologetic face: "I'm sorry, Master Wen, she is my wife, she doesn't understand etiquette, I made you laugh."

Ji Rouen came out from behind Bo Yujian: "Master Wen, I am the eldest wife of the Bo family. Do you know Mrs. Bo? It is Mrs. Bo, a great writer who donated copper to write history. She is my mother-in-law."

Wen Ruo's eyes softened a little, and he said with a smile: "So it's the family of the senior sister, so I'm sorry and disrespectful."

Ji Rouen was overjoyed, and immediately pulled Bo Lianye: "This is my daughter Lianye, she is very smart, she has won many competition awards since she was a child, and she is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting..."

Bo Yujian couldn't bear it anymore, and growled at her: "Enough."

Ji Rouen was startled, and flinched a bit.

Bo Lianye took a step forward and said generously: "Master, my name is Bo Lianye, you can call me Ye Zi, my mother didn't mean any harm, and if she was rude, I will apologize to you on her behalf."

The girl in front of her is neither humble nor overbearing, her eyes are gentle and firm, giving people a great impression.

Wen Ruo sized her up and nodded with a smile: "You are a good boy, the upbringing of the senior sister can't be wrong."

Wen Ruo changed the subject: "How is Senior Sister's health recently?"

Bo Lianye said softly: "Grandma is in good health, but her eyes are still a problem for many years. My father has sought many doctors over the years, but they can't be cured."

Wen Ruo sighed: "If I have time, I'll go to see my senior sister. It's getting late, everyone, please take your seats."

Bo Lianye nodded, and pulled Ji Rouen away.

Bo Yujian laughed and said, "Master, my wife is ignorant, so I made you laugh."

Wen Ruo smiled and said, "Mr. Bo, your daughter is very good."

There was a trace of pride on Bo Yujian's face, but she said modestly: "It was her grandmother who taught her well. This child has been sensible since she was a child, so don't worry about it."

Qu Lanting smiled, looked at Wen Ruo with a smile, and sat down in his seat.

After Bo Yujian sat down, she wiped her forehead carefully, sweating coldly.

"Master Wen Ruo?" Bai Weining frowned and thought for a long time: "Why is it so familiar?"

Qin Qiuxi admired her beautiful manicure, "The one who writes calligraphy."

Bai Weining suddenly realized, "It turned out to be her."

Wen Ruo is a famous calligrapher, she studied under Master Qi Yun, gathered the strengths of a hundred schools of thought, and created warm body. She has a high reputation and status in the world. I don't know how many people want to worship her as a teacher and inherit her mantle. However, up to now, Wen Ruo has not accepted a single disciple.

She has lived abroad all year round, and although she is famous internationally, she behaves in a low-key manner. Very few people have seen her in real life. This is the first time Bai Weining has seen her in person, and she did not expect that she is a very cool and temperamental sister.

Bo Lianye pressed Ji Rouen's hand that was about to move, and said in a low voice with suppressed anger, "Mom, you are too impulsive."

Ji Rouen was a little anxious: "I didn't want to seize the opportunity...."

Bo Lianye closed her eyes, and said helplessly, "Okay, don't talk, you will help me the most by keeping silent."

Ji Rouen's expression was a little hurt, she lowered her head and remained silent.

Zheng Qing yawned, dragging his chin with one hand, a little drowsy.

"I should have known it was this boring."

She stared at Liu Xiangyue's side face, the lights were blurred and dim, and with her drowsy consciousness, she seemed to fall into a gentle dreamland.

Chaotic, very chaotic, noisy music, wheezing panting, stirring soul...

The mottled fragments gradually put together a beautiful face in the torrent of memory.

Zheng Qing suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the side face that was close at hand with a little confusion in his eyes.

The man seemed to feel something, and suddenly turned his head to look over.

At that moment, it seemed that even the soul trembled suddenly, and something broke out from the soil of memory.

At this time, the auctioneer's plausible introduction came from the ear: "The first lot tonight is from the painting fairy Yan Zhongling's "Ai Lian Shuo". Yan Zhongling is a famous painter in the Yue Dynasty. Talented, he was sold into the palace as a slave by his money-hungry family, and later became a court painter by virtue of his skills. He is the originator of the Beijing School of landscape painting. The "light smoke" method created by later generations is called "light smoke". "It has a great influence on the landscape paintings of later generations."

"Although Yan Zhongling has made great achievements in landscape painting, does he have another nickname? Do you know what it is? Lay Ai Lian, the place where he lives is called Hanlu Garden, where the fragrance of Hanlu sells off the green leaves, and the west wind worries about the green waves. , This masterpiece handed down from generation to generation "Ai Lian Shuo" was completed in Master Yan's prime of life, using lotus flowers to sing his ambitions, coming out of the mud without being stained, washing the clear ripples without being demonic."

Wearing a pair of brand new white gloves, the auctioneer carefully opened a painting.

The painting is outlined in light ink, the lines are simple and smooth, the stream is soupy, the distant mountains are clear and clean, the lotus flower breaks through the water, the branches and pavilions are pure and elegant, each petal seems to have a soul, a small boat is hidden in the depth of the coupling, the woman on board The graceful back is looming, reflecting each other with the lotus.

For a while, there were exclamations all around.

Tasting paintings does not require much advanced artistic accomplishment and knowledge, as long as you have a pair of eyes that know how to discover beauty, you will be deeply impressed by the Qingyuan artistic conception in this painting.

Mao Nana whispered, "Is this the real thing?"

Bo Lianye said with a smile: "Of course it is authentic. The Handed down Ink Auction House only sells authentic works. It is rumored that the owner of this auction house is a big collector and holds an auction every three years. Each auction only sells original works. It doesn’t require a high price or a noble status to produce three works, find someone who is destined for them, and take them away.”

Mao Nana asked curiously, "What do you need?"

Bo Lianye stared at the painting, and said calmly: "All you need is a pair of eyes that know how to appreciate."

"So simple?"

"Sometimes things look simple, but they are very complicated." Bo Lianye said something ambiguous.

Mao Nana was confused and looked around, "Did I come to the wrong place?"

"Sister Nana, of course you have come to the right place. Every invitation letter sent by handed down ink and wash has its value. Why don't you think about it, Sister Nana, among your relatives and friends, is there any one in the art industry?" made contributions or sacrifices?

Mao Nana frowned and thought for a long time, then suddenly patted her thigh: "I'm a cousin, a famous painter, so that's it, it seems that I still have the honor of my cousin."

Bo Lianye smiled: "That's it."

Mao Nana sighed: "But I can't understand this painting either. It seems that I have no fate with him."

The auctioneer looked around and said with a smile: "Everyone finds something in this painting, and you can express your thoughts to your heart's content."

"We want to be clean people like lotus flowers, who come out of the mud without being stained, wash the lotus without demons, resist the temptation of this world, and stick to our original aspirations." A crisp voice sounded.

The auctioneer looked at the girl who spoke, and said with a smile, "Miss Bai is a pure person."

Bai Weining looked shy, and said shyly, "I made the teacher laugh."