Chapter 335 Li Bala wants to fight Jiang Jiao

Jiang Jiao's arrival successfully angered Li Bala.

Originally, Su Mingzhe stayed in Dongshan Island for a long time, and Li Bala already felt it was unfair.

However, remembering that Su Mingzhe is still a high school student, Li Bala swallowed his anger.

Now my boyfriend finally comes to Yanjing to spend two days with me during the weekend, and this little girl dares to follow him. Isn't this obviously bullying me?
My uncle can tolerate it, but my aunt can’t.

That night, Li Bala was going to have a bitch-tearing competition with Jiang Jiao.

Li Bala asked his assistant to bring a lamb rib hot pot and a few boxes of beer, then grinned and said:

"Jiaojiao, we two sisters haven't seen each other for a long time. Let's not go home until we are drunk tonight."

Li Bala has been hanging out in bars since he was a child, and he can drink a lot, so ten or eight bottles is no big deal.

Jiang Jiao is a rich lady, and although she drinks, she can only drink three to five bottles at most.

Looking at the boxes of beer on the table, Jiang Jiao knew clearly that Li Bala just wanted to get her drunk to death, so she could only look at the man for help.

"We're all family, just be casual."

Su Mingzhe didn't dare let Jiang Jiao drink too much.

When people from the south first arrive in the north, they are prone to suffering from stomach upsets and other problems due to unfamiliar climate and water.

If he drank another bellyful of beer, Jiang Jiao would be half dead.

I know that Chen Jie has already hidden far away with her assistant, nanny, and bodyguards.

Su Mingzhe simply hugged both girlfriends in his arms and acted as a peacemaker.

Jiang Jiao was now under someone's roof and had to bow her head. Under the man's persuasion, she held back her anger, gave in and said a few nice words.

Only then was Li Bala calmed down.

Naturally, this drinking contest came to nothing.

the next day.

Jiang Jiao stuffed a strand of her hair into her boyfriend's nostrils, tickling the man until he woke up.

After Su Mingzhe woke up, he looked at the clock on the wall and it was just past five o'clock.

When she was on Dongshan Island, Jiang Jiao had already gotten up and started practicing her voice.

But it’s still very dark in Yanjing now.

Su Mingzhe reached out and locked her hands, preventing her from moving. "It's not until seven in Yanjing that day. There's no rush to practice today. Go get some sleep."

Jiang Jiao whispered something in her boyfriend's ear.

Su Mingzhe found it funny when he heard it, so he got up, found his clothes, and accompanied her to the bathroom.

Li Bala was woken up by the noise of the two people. When he saw them coming back, he had a bad look on his face:
"What did you two do?"

At this time, Su Mingzhe couldn't help but say something mean:
"I just accompanied Jiaojiao to the bathroom. Do you want me to go with you?"

"Okay."

Li Bala lifted the quilt, put on a down jacket, and let her boyfriend carry her out of bed.

When these two girlfriends are together, each one is more pretentious than the other.

Su Mingzhe began to regret getting the two women together.

When I came back from the bathroom, the bed was already cold.

However, with three people huddled together, it wasn't too cold.

In a daze, the three of them took another nap.

It was past seven o'clock before Li Bala and Jiang Jiao got up to practice.

In the entire courtyard, Su Mingzhe was the only one who slept until after eight o'clock.

While eating breakfast, Li Bala treated Jiang Jiao as a good sister again:
"Honey, Jiaojiao is in Yanjing for the first time, I want to take her out shopping."

"Okay, but you have to let Yingying and Sister Ru follow."

Lin Yingying is Li Bala's assistant, and Zhang Ru is her bodyguard and driver.

Ever since Li Bala participated in the Star Boulevard, the two of them always stay by her side whenever she goes out.

"understood."

Although Li Bala still felt a little resentful, he had gotten used to it.

Jiang Jiao would not say anything at all. She had been accompanied by a driver and bodyguard arranged by Jiang Daning since she was a child, and she was used to having people following her.

After the two women left, Su Mingzhe was alone in the courtyard. He was bored, so he walked out and started wandering around the streets.

In the previous worlds, Su Mingzhe lived in Yanjing for no less than a hundred years.

For him, walking through the streets is like revisiting an old place.

As he strolled leisurely, Su Mingzhe arrived at Nanluoguxiang without knowing when.

This is currently a famous commercial street in Yanjing, where all kinds of local snacks can be found.

Su Mingzhe walked and ate, and before he knew it, he arrived at a teahouse.

As soon as I sat down and ordered a pot of Longjing tea, a pretty female student came over quietly and handed me a flyer:
"Sir, our school is holding a traditional Chinese painting exhibition. All the paintings are by our students. Would you like to know more about it?"

"Chinese style painting exhibition?"

Su Mingzhe had nothing to do, and seeing that the female student was quite pretty, he took the flyer.

Seeing that Su Mingzhe seemed interested, the female student quickly began to explain:

"The venue for our Chinese style painting exhibition is not far away, just nearby..."

Seeing the female student chattering non-stop, Su Mingzhe smiled and asked her to sit down. Then he pointed to a picture on the flyer and said with a smile:
"Is this picture also drawn by your students?"

The female student was asked by Su Mingzhe, so she leaned over and looked down. This ink painting was obviously much more profound than other works. Her face turned red and she quickly explained:

"This one... is a painting by my teacher."

"hehe."

Seeing that the female student was quite honest, Su Mingzhe nodded slightly:
"If you are free, please have a cup of tea with me and take me to see it later."

"I'm free."

The female student was overjoyed when she saw that Su Mingzhe was really interested.

In traditional Chinese painting exhibitions like theirs where students paint, it is rare to find big customers to purchase the works.

She followed Su Mingzhe because she saw that he had an elegant temperament and well-dressed. She wanted to give it a try, but she didn't expect to get an unexpected gain.

Su Mingzhe waited for her to sit down before he asked gently, "What's your name?"

"Tang Yun."

"Tang Yun?!"

When Su Mingzhe heard the name, his head exploded and he almost jumped up. He quickly took a closer look at the girl with long hair.

This female student has a pretty face and sweet temperament, and she is indeed somewhat similar to Tang Yun in "I Am Yu Huanshui".

For a moment, Su Mingzhe became dazed, thinking that he was in a new dimension and met an old friend.

Back in the "Mr. Good" dimension, after he had Zou Yu, Luo Qian, Jiang Lai, and Qiu Yingying, he didn't want to continue to have affairs outside, so he lived a retired life, staying at home every day to practice his skills in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

The music teacher is his woman Luo Qian.

The Go teacher is Zou Yu.

Su Mingzhe taught himself calligraphy.

The painting teacher is Tang Yun.

Tang Yun taught Su Mingzhe painting for more than ten years. The two were together every day, and actually, an ambiguous relationship was born between them.

However, Su Mingzhe refrained from having sex with Tang Yun because he had sworn to the four women that he would no longer have affairs with other women.

Later, Tang Yun went abroad to settle down and cut off contact with Su Mingzhe.

What Su Mingzhe learned was that Tang Yun had been in love several times but remained unmarried throughout her life.

Looking back now, I realized that I was too cautious back then and ended up letting the beauty down.

When Su Mingzhe saw a girl who looked like Tang Yun at this moment, he couldn't help but feel confused.

Tang Yun did not expect that her name would cause such a big reaction in the man, so she asked cautiously:

"Have you heard of my name, sir?"

"Well, I used to have a friend named Tang Yun, who was also a painter."

Su Mingzhe's face looked a little uncertain. He was just about to take out his cell phone to search for any information about Yu Huanshui, Gan Hong and others in this world.

But Tang Yun said happily:

"Is it such a coincidence? My name is Tang from the Tang Dynasty, and my name is Yun from the grass radical, the same as your friend?"

"Really? That's different. Her word 'yun' means 'yinyun'."

After listening to Tang Yun's explanation, Su Mingzhe lamented that he had made a fuss out of nothing. He took a sip of tea to calm himself down.

No matter what, Su Mingzhe's eyes were softer when he looked at Tang Yun.

After drinking tea, the two walked to the traditional Chinese painting exhibition.

Under Tang Yun's guidance, Su Mingzhe read it through.

These ink paintings that can be exhibited by students are basically the best of the best.

However, in Su Mingzhe's opinion, the sense of hierarchy is still a bit confusing and fails to highlight a center of gravity.

The authors of these ink paintings actually want to create highlights, but when painting, they often create too many "highlights", so that the primary and secondary are reversed, and the center of gravity is instead obscured by other places.

Tang Yun accompanied Su Mingzhe around for a while, and saw the look of pity in Su Mingzhe's eyes. She couldn't help but get anxious. She didn't care about etiquette for a moment, and pulled Su Mingzhe to the painting she thought was the best, and introduced it:

"Sir, what do you think of this painting, "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains"?

"good."

Su Mingzhe has actually seen this painting "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" and can only say that the imitation is pretty good:

"It has some of the meaning of 'A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains'."

Tang Yun wanted to say a few more words, but when she heard Su Mingzhe's words, she immediately lowered her head in shame.

This "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" is a copy of the famous painting "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains".

Su Mingzhe pointed out the source of the original work right away, so Tang Yun didn't have much to explain.

The two walked around upstairs and downstairs, and Su Mingzhe couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Has this painting of 'Turbulent Waves' on the flyer been bought by someone?"

"This is not."

Seeing that Su Mingzhe finally mentioned the painting again, Tang Yun carefully looked around at the classmates who were introducing their works to clients, and then whispered:
"Mr. Su, this painting 'Turbulent Waves' was painted by my high school teacher. The works on display here are all students' own works. If you really want this painting, you can leave a contact number and we will contact each other later."

Su Mingzhe naturally didn't have to buy "Turbulent Waves". He just thought the painting was pretty good and wanted to buy it and hang it in his courtyard to decorate the house.

The two of them exchanged contact information and Su Mingzhe left.

After Tang Yun saw Su Mingzhe off, she came to the secluded second-floor balcony and made a phone call.

The call is connected.

"Hey."

The male voice on the other end of the phone made Tang Yun excited:
"Teacher Xia, it's me, Tang Yun."

"I remember your phone number, Tang Yun."

Teacher Xia's tone seemed weak and sick, and the two greeted each other for a few words.

Tang Yun then talked about the reason why she called:

"Teacher Xia, our school organized a traditional Chinese painting exhibition this time, and I hung your painting "Turbulent Waves" there."

After listening to this, Teacher Xia was silent for a while, and then he said slowly:
"Thank you, Tang Yun."

"Teacher, a customer wants to see your painting today," Tang Yun hesitated for a moment, then said, "I wonder if it would be convenient for you to mail the painting to me."

"Okay, give me the address."

Teacher Xia was silent for a moment, then agreed.

As for the price, neither of them discussed it.

After hanging up the phone, Xia Te, who was teaching his daughter to paint, had red eyes without him noticing.

Xia Te is just 40 years old this year. He has been learning painting since he was a child, and later studied under a master of Chinese painting for five years.

I worked as an art teacher for nearly twenty years.

Xia Te thought that he would remain unknown for the rest of his life.

Who would have thought that there are people who actually appreciate my paintings.

Who can keep the clouds clear and see the moonlight when there is no storm or heavy rain?

(End of this chapter)