The Queen of Desperate Movie Returns to the Entertainment Circle with the Defying System

"You have kept it hidden. When I sell my paintings for money in the future, I will take you to travel around the world? How about it? Are you not tempted?"

After Ye Yiyue's earnest words, coupled with temptation, and added sarcasm, she finally dispelled Grandma Wang's thoughts.

After sending the old man away, Ye Yiyue finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as she calmed down, she began to think about Jian Yi again.

Thinking about it, she wanted to do something, she dug out her tools from under the bed, sat on the balcony, and started her process of killing time.

I don't know how long it took before a painting was completed.

It was a place like a sea of ​​clouds in a dream. It was dreamy and peaceful, but the sudden appearance of an eye broke everything.

That eye, like the eye of an eagle, was full of admiration, sorrow, hesitation, pleading.

There seems to be something hidden in the clouds, which is unreal and unreal.

This painting kept Ye Yiyue silent for a long time. She felt that she was like the clouds in the painting, unable to escape the gaze of these eyes.

She stood up suddenly and shook off the paintbrush. The black paint was like a teardrop, sprinkled with these beautiful words.

The paint hangs down like tear streaks.

Will that person cry silently because of her leaving, as he does now?

Ye Yiyue felt that she was going crazy, and she was going crazy thinking about Jian Yi. She thought she should do something, otherwise she would drive herself to death.

Picking up the paintbrush and signing his name on the silent picture.

She likes to hide her name in her paintings. It was originally a game with her teacher to see who could find the other person's name first. Over time, it became a habit.

Her teacher is a master, and it is hard to find a painting, and she never buys the painting. Even if someone buys it, she will donate the money and don't keep a penny.

She used to imitate her teacher, donating part of the money from selling paintings, and keeping the rest for herself.

After all, she can't drink the northwest wind, she doesn't have the background like the teacher.

That's why I always feel that my paintings lack a little aura and have more copper smell.

She didn't plan to buy this painting, it was a rare painting that she was satisfied with.

Let it dry and frame it.

Ye Yiyue put the painting there and went back to sleep.

After getting used to the muddle-headed life, her whole routine became messy.

The next day, when Grandma Wang came, the kid from the Mi family also came, "Sister Yue, our school is going to hold an art exhibition, can I borrow some from you?"

Ye Yiyue was in a daze of sleep, "Well...there is one in that room, you can get it yourself, the frame of the watch must not be moved."

After she finished speaking, she fell asleep again.

Some of the paintings she used for practice were casually thrown in another room. Mi School sometimes had some events and came to borrow two paintings from her. Those paintings without signatures were sometimes bought away.

It's just that the price is not high, so Ye Yiyue just gave Xiaomi pocket money.

After all, Uncle Mi's family did not take care of her at all.

Through the door, Xiaomi heard it and asked him to get it by himself, keeping the watch frame still. This is an old rule, and he understands it.

The exhibition of paintings this time is very big, and I heard that there will be famous masters to visit, so he wants to choose a few better ones.

It's more face-saving to say it.

Xiaomi looked through the house and found that the paintings were all made half a year ago. These paintings are a bit old and dusty, but they are well preserved.

After choosing a few that he thought were good, he saw the uncollected drawing boards on the balcony when he went out.

The painting caught his eye immediately.

Looking at the painted eyes, his hairs stand up.

"Sister Yue's skills have improved too fast, ah, this painting."

When he came here before, elder sister Yue would often throw things away after finishing her paintings, and he would clean them up for her every time.

This time is no exception.

When leaving, Xiaomi also took the painting with him.

When Ye Yiyue woke up to drink water, she suddenly found that the painting was gone.

Suddenly remembered that Xiaomi had been here before.

"I'm so confused..."

At the same time, the painting was on display, and an old man stood in front of the painting, his eyes shining brightly.

After many years, he finally saw the familiar brushstrokes and signatures again.

"Whose painting is it?"

Today's art exhibition, most of the painters are here.

Xiaomi was pushed out, this painting was not drawn by him, so of course he can't pretend to claim it, "My sister's, she is a very good painter."

The old master stroked his beard and smiled, "It's really powerful."

"I bought it."

When the people left, Xiaomi was dumbfounded when he saw the amount in his mobile phone account.

Seven digits.

He was so scared that he hurriedly called Ye Yiyue, he thought he might have done something bad.

"Sister, the painting on your balcony was bought by someone. The seven figures, together with the other paintings I took away, were also bought."

Ye Yiyue's heart skipped a beat, she signed her name on the painting, and anyone who can buy a painting at this price is for her signature.

And found a few other paintings through brush strokes, it seems that they are people familiar with her paintings.

"come back!"

The painting has already been released, there is no reason to return it, this is the industry rule.

Unless the current owner of the painting is willing to sell it, she will buy it back.

Ye Yiyue was not such a person who was taken advantage of, so he hung up the phone, feeling a little uncomfortable.

That's Jane...

Time did not impress Ye Yiyue too much, and it was the first day of the new year.

On the evening of her thirties, she spent time with Uncle Mi's family at Grandma Wang's house.

Wang Gouzi brought his daughter-in-law Zhu Ying to fight the autumn wind, but Ye Yiyue kicked him out, and rewarded him with a meal of fried meat with a mop stick. It was a peaceful and beautiful year.

On the first day of the lunar new year, every family was celebrating the new year, Ye Yiyue had nowhere to go, so he just stayed at home and slept soundly. Last night, he kept vigil until midnight, sleepy.

In the early morning, a person came to the old house of Jian's family in Kyoto. This person is not common, or in other words, many families want to have friendship with him, but they can't reach him.

Because he is too lofty, indifferent to fame and fortune, and rarely diplomatic.

Jian Yi's mother, Ms. Mei, is in charge of the old house of Jian's family. She launched a campaign a few years ago.

To collect some inspiration for my summer clothing exhibition, cooperate with Peking University Academy of Fine Arts to solicit some paintings and incorporate them into clothing.

This is a win-win move for the students of Beijing University of Fine Arts and the already famous brand studios.

Ms. Mei never imagined that she would dare to be negligent when someone of the old master level came to present a painting in person.

"This is my student's. You can read it, maybe it can be used?"

Lin Qingye handed over the scroll and handed it to Ms. Mei.

"Look at what you said, how can you call me like this? I'm a junior, so you can call me Wanyun."

The moment she opened the painting, she was stunned, as if her son was standing in front of her.

He saw the appearance of his son when he came back that day, and his eyes were exactly the same as those above.

She asked, but neither of the two brothers said anything.