Jinghe looked at Xi Xinghe. Xi Xinghe’s face was slightly red, like clouds blended into the sunset glow.
Was he embarrassed because he had just hugged him, or did he drink the wrong drink on purpose?
Jing Heguang remembered that Xi Xinghe had taken the initiative to hold his hand and then hugged his waist to comfort him, and he suddenly understood in his heart — Xi Xinghe drank the wrong drink on purpose!
This also shows that Xi Xinghe really likes him.
Jing Heguang picked up the half-empty cup and took a sip through the straw, then looked at Xi Xinghe and smiled, “It seems sweeter than before?”
Xi Xinghe tried to be serious and explained, “The ice tastes more refreshing, so it’s a little sweeter.”
After Xi Xinghe finished speaking, he drank two more sips of grapefruit tea to reduce the flame.
Who knew that Jing Heguang, who had suffered from the generation gap, had learned to play the straight ball: “The cup you drank is sweeter.”
Xi Xinghe: …I feel that the speed of cooling down the fire is far from keeping up with Jing Heguang’s speed of igniting it!
Xi Xinghe lowered his head and simply picked up his phone with messages notification kept popping up on it, using it as a shield.
Seeing that he was blushing so much, Jing Heguang stopped teasing him and took out his new phone to play with it.
The new phone was already connected to the Internet. Jing Heguang searched around casually and was disappointed to find that the novels and comics he had been following were gone. However, many APPs in this world overlapped with those in the previous world.
Jing Heguang followed the memory, first downloaded the communication and social apps, and then logged into the original owner’s account.
As soon as the communication software is turned on, the ‘ding ding’ message rings non-stop.
Jing Heguang muted it, and then clicked the red dot compulsively.
Only then did he realize that many messages from strangers were insulting the original owner for writing fake content! From dog to shit, all kinds of languages are included.
Jing Heguang then opened the large-scale social software with the same name as the original world — Weibo, which was also the original owner’s main platform for contacting the outside world.
There are more insults from strangers on the Weibo platform, but after searching here, Jing Heguang immediately found the whole story.
After the original body became color blind, no more works appeared. In the few paintings he forced himself to make, all the colors were messed up. The lively colors that were originally praised by others became the biggest flaw and were also questioned.
At this time, someone jumped out on Weibo and said that all the original owner’s works were painted by him, and he also took out a new painting that was very much like the original owner’s style.
After public opinion arose, this person said on Weibo: He was the one who sold the paintings for him and then came out to speak out, which showed that he had no professionalism, but he could not bear to see the original owner’s fans being deceived. After saying this, the person deleted his account.
Some fans and passers-by stood up for justice and started to act violently. Most fans naturally refused to believe it and asked the original owner to speak out.
However, at this time, the original owner who was diagnosed with depression had his phone taken away by his family, so he missed all the voices seeking verification on the Internet, which were regarded as irrefutable admissions. Then a large number of fans turned against him, leading to more abusive voices.
Things took a turn for the worse three days later.
The person under that account was found out by the angry Jing Yongyan. He was a painter who imitated the original owner’s painting style. He was once a fan of the original owner and was paid to ruin the original owner’s reputation.
That man was sued, but those who had cursed him were long gone, leaving only the dirty words that Jing Heguang saw now.
Jing Heguang was very angry just by watching.
Those paintings, every stroke and every line, are the result of the original owner’s hard work!
The anger in the body was not the remaining emotions of the original body, but Jing Heguang was angry about injustice.
He first thought: to disclose the fact of color blindness on Weibo.
But in an instant, the thought disappeared. Showing weakness will not make everyone remember you; only shock and respect will do. In other words, only the strong have the right to speak, and only the voices have power!
As expected…he still has to inherit the family business!
Jing Heguang sighed, regretting that he could not produce work to prove the original body’s innocence. Powerful works are the best way to cleanse people’s impressions.
Xi Xinghe saw him sighing while looking at his phone, so he put down the phone and asked with concern, “What’s wrong?”
Xi Xinghe thought for a moment and asked, “Is it that because the black and white doesn’t look right? Why don’t you hold my hand and play with your phone?”
If Jing Heguang wanted to see the colors on the phone, he had to let Xi Xinghe hold the phone, so even holding the phone and playing with it had to use Xi Xinghe’s hand together.
When Jing Heguang thought of that scene, his heavy heart suddenly felt relaxed.
He smiled and said, “It’s another regret.”
Xi Xinghe asked, “What is it? Can you tell me?”
Jing Heguang thought for a moment and said, “It’s just that I may not be able to paint for a long time, so I can never produce works like the ones I used to. Thinking about this, I feel a little regretful.”
Jing Heguang can’t paint, so of course he has to slowly leave ‘painting’ in front of everyone.
No lie can last a lifetime. Love is not enough either. People who can be deceived for a lifetime are actually deceiving themselves, or they have already known it but don’t mind at all.
Jing Heguang spoke calmly, but Xi Xinghe was very worried about him.
Jing Heguang, a man who was willing to give up hundreds of billions of wealth for painting, actually said he was going to give up painting?
Xi Xinghe felt his heart ache so much. His naive wealthy husband was so pitiful! Because of color blind, he has to give up his dream. He must encourage Jing Heguang and let Jing Heguang light the lamp of his dream again.
Xi Xinghe took out the photos that Jing Yongyan sent him, turned to his favorite one, and then turned the phone to show Jing Heguang: “Look at this!”
“This is my favorite painting of yours, this little deer. I will never forget it. This is the charm of your work.”
“Don’t give up your dream. Many people are looking forward to your new work. Your eyes are getting better, so they will definitely recover soon!”
Xi Xinghe said, and suddenly drew inspiration from today’s straw incident: “And even now, you can paint, I can help you.”
“I’ll touch the palette with one hand and the drawing board with the other, and you’ll be able to see the colors and the painting you draw!”
Xi Xinghe looked at him with eyes full of expectation and encouragement.
Jing Heguang: …Baby, you don’t have to be so considerate, really.
Let’s not talk about whether it’s silly to touch the palette with one hand and the drawing board with the other. Jing Heguang just felt that he had it too difficult.
He can’t draw! If he could, he would draw a hundred pictures for Xi Xinghe on the spot!!
He will hold an art exhibition in the future, and all the works will be for Xi Xinghe!
Jing Heguang was just wondering what to say when the angel Peach’s voice came into their ears.
[Host, you can.]
[You only need to ‘review’ for two days, and you will be able to possess the original owner’s painting ability. Your talent is not lower than the original owner.]
Jing Heguang ‘s eyes changed, and they lit up. He smiled and nodded to Xi Xinghe: “Okay, I won’t give up.”
Xi Xinghe shouted happily and hugged Jing Heguang across the table: “People who stick to their dreams are the brightest!”
Jing Heguang was held in his arms and couldn’t think of what his dream was for a moment.
But he thought: as long as he could, he would work hard for what Xi Xinghe expected of him.
This thought came suddenly but was very firm, as if it was the voice coming from Jing Heguang’s heart.
Or maybe Little Yellow Peach is not a bad guy? Thinking of Little Yellow Peach’s righteous help, Jing Heguang began to doubt his previous guess.
However, none of these things were as important as Xi Xinghe in Jing Heguang’s arms. Jing Heguang happily enjoyed this embrace.
Unexpectedly, Xi Xinghe let him go quickly and asked excitedly: “Heguang, is there a studio at home? Take me to see it.”
Of course there is, Jing Heguang couldn’t lie to him. However, the nanny came to see them, so they went downstairs and had a ‘harmonious’ lunch with Jiang Shi and her son before going to the studio.
***
Jing Heguang, with a heart that ‘believes in Little Yellow Peach’, looked calm on the surface, but with a nervous heart, he took Xi Xinghe to the studio.
The original studio was also on the second floor, and at one end of the villa, with no third floor above. There is a small garden and swimming pool in front of the studio.
Xi Xinghe was attracted by the small garden at first sight, but he regained his thought and put it on Jing Heguang first, accompanying him into the studio.
The studio has good lighting, but the skylight is closed and the curtains are drawn, so it is pitch black when the lights are not on.
Jing Heguang turned on the light and the studio became bright.
The walls of the studio are hung with the original artist’s past works, which have been protected with high technology so that they can remain in their original state even after many years.
In a corner of the studio, easels of different sizes were placed in a mess, and a painting stool was kissing the green paint on the ground. Next to the stool was an broken palette, as well as oil brushes and other tools.
All in all, it was a mess. With just one glance, one can tell how out of control the studio owner’s emotions were.
On the canvas, a half-finished oil painting with strange colors was strangled by a big red X.
Xi Xinghe, who is holding Jing Heguang’s hand, couldn’t help but tighten his hold.
Jing Heguang smiled and said, “Let’s keep this painting. It also has special meaning.”
Xi Xinghe originally wanted to hide the painting because it clearly represented denial. However, Jing Heguang said he wanted to keep it, so Xi Xinghe nodded hesitantly and said, “Why don’t we put it away and deal with it first? Otherwise it will change color if it’s left there.”
“These pigments don’t change color so easily, but you’re right. I’ll find someone to frame it.”
Jing Heguang wanted to keep the painting and take it out to ‘slap himself’ in the future. He was very upset by the ghost drawings, fakes, shit, and trash in every word and sentence.
Following his memory, Jing Heguang made a phone call and asked someone to take the painting away and frame it. While waiting, Jing Heguang found new painting tools and spread out the canvas.
Let him try and see if it really works.
Seeing that he was willing to pick up the paintbrush, Xi Xinghe sat aside leisurely, touching the palette with one hand and the drawing board with the other.
He seemed to be doing something very interesting and asked repeatedly: “Can you see it? Is there color on the paint? Can you see the canvas?”
“It’s all good.” Jing Heguang remembered several colors he wanted and said, “You can put it down now. I will just paint a simple one today, using only one or two colors.”
“Really?” Xi Xinghe still didn’t let go.
Jing Heguang smiled and nodded: “Really.”
Xi Xinghe sat for a while, then felt thirsty again, so he went downstairs to drink some water and brought some for Jing Heguang.
Xi Xinghe rejected Jing Heguang’s request to go with him and went downstairs by himself.
Coming downstairs, Xi Xinghe exchanged greetings enthusiastically with the kitchen nanny, then picked up a pot of water and went upstairs.
Just as he was walking up the stairs, Jiang Shi came out of the room and called Xi Xinghe: “Xinghe, auntie has something to tell you, are you free?”
Xi Xinghe’s eyes lit up and he smiled innocently: “Yes, yes!”
