I will still be a god in this life

Chapter 109 Fuxi and Nuwa

Zhou Fuxi, the "low man" who harassed Yao Huaiqing, actually knew that this man named Chen Hongqing was a painter. He couldn't get along in the country, so he criticized this and that, and later went to the ugly country.

I also held an art exhibition in Chou Country. No one saw it at all. I hung it up quietly, took it down quietly, spent my own money to transport it there, and then spent my own money to transport it back.

Whether it's renting a venue, hiring labor, or transporting paintings, the prices are not low. Chen Hongqing has no income, so she can only find women to make ends meet.

In desperation, he returned to China. At this time, there was a market for him. Under the tout and hype of a group of people with ulterior motives, he now has a certain net worth and influence.

In a place like Chou Country, there is no such opportunity to speak up. On the contrary, after returning to China, there are many opportunities to speak.

You can criticize everything, but you don’t criticize yourself. You can ask for reflection on everything, but you don’t reflect on yourself.

Zhou Fuxi frequently plays with his mobile phone and has also seen some videos of Chen Hongqing. People in the art world who are in their 60s and [-]s have basically the same speech techniques and ideas, so there is no need to go into details.

"Madam, after I met you last time, I saw your old photos. The scars on your face were so shocking that I couldn't sleep at night after I went back."

After Chen Hongqing stopped Yao Huaiqing's car outside the community, she looked at her excitedly, "I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Your face before and now appeared alternately in my mind. I thought, isn't this the rebirth of a phoenix? I The inspiration is surging, I want to paint for you, write about your beauty, and tell about your nirvana..."

"Wait a minute -" Zhou Fuxi interrupted his excited courtship speech:

"Ding Shaoguang said that you became famous with the "Tibetan Painting Series". Menarche was the climax, and you have not done it since then. You can't paint at all now. If you were still in New York, you would have no say at all, but in China, you can use The social system is an excuse to cover up your artistic incompetence, so China does not abandon you, but allows you to continue to rise verbally."

After Zhou Fuxi finished quoting, he looked at Chen Hongqing and smiled, "Master Chen, what do you think of Ding Shaoguang's words?"

Ding Shaoguang is a veteran Chinese artist. In the 90s, he was selected as the 14th among the top 29 art masters since the [-]th century at the Tokyo International Art Exhibition in Japan. He was the only Chinese artist selected.

Regardless of whether this list is fair or not, Ding Shaoguang is far from being comparable to Chen Hongqing in terms of status and achievements in the art world. Therefore, it can be said that Ding Shaoguang did not save any face for Chen Hongqing and gave Chen Hongqing naked comments.

Zhou Fuxi knows quite a few painters, such as Wu Daozi, but most of them are dead. He has heard of many famous contemporary painters, but has little impression of their works.

"Ding Shaoguang... what does he know? Does he know me very well? Just criticize me -" Chen Hongqing couldn't help but blush.

He never expected to meet such a ruthless fool who was familiar with the art world.

As the saying goes, hitting someone is not a slap in the face, and there is no grievance or enmity. How can someone stab someone in the mouth with a knife?
"Mr. Chen -" Yao Huaiqing couldn't help but get angry, with a trace of disdain on his face. Then he raised his hand to cover half of his face shyly, and looked at Chen Hongqing in disbelief, "Since it is known to everyone in the industry that you don't do anything, you Why do you come in front of me and act like you're pursuing me... How can you pursue someone like this when someone doesn't do it? It's really embarrassing."

"I didn't... what he said was... I wasn't..."

Before Chen Hongqing could rush and speak incoherently, Yao Huaiqing quickly started the car and left.

Yuan Dezhang's car followed, and he glanced at Chen Hongqing.

"It's just that you want to be my stepfather. Go home and make love to your mother." Yuan Dezhang sneered, ignored Chen Hongqing, and left directly with Yao Huaiqing's car.

He has been in and out of the Sheriff's Department frequently recently, feeling that he is on bad luck, and he doesn't want to cause any more trouble now.

Chen Hongqing was so angry that her chest almost exploded. Chinese young people just have no quality and are extremely vulgar. They neither understand art nor respect artists. But in ugly countries, a street youth will use street graffiti to express his love. The passion for art will make him full of respect for an extraordinary painter like him!

If it weren't for the development of art, enlightening people's wisdom, and broadening the horizons of the domestic art world, why would Chen Hongqing return to China?
He shook his head and decided to go back and paint for the lady, and then put it on display at the nearest art exhibition. Then everyone would pay attention to it. Which woman wouldn't have her vanity skyrocketed at this time?

When a woman's vanity is satisfied, she will also be willing to satisfy any man's request. If Chen Hongqing didn't understand women, how could she have survived the most difficult years in Chou Country?
...

...Yao Huaiqing drove for a short distance and then stopped.

"My aunt said that just now, mainly to leave a bad image for him so that he will have no interest in pestering her anymore." Yao Huaiqing explained a little embarrassedly, "Don't imitate me, my aunt is not usually so vulgar, right?"

"Yeah." Zhou Fuxi smiled and nodded.

"Why are you laughing?" Yao Huaiqing raised his hand and hit him angrily, "Don't take what those art people say to heart. They are used to using the organs of men and women as metaphors to make fun of them. It’s style, personality, etc. In fact, vulgarity is vulgarity, they are more or less gangsters, we are serious businessmen, don’t get involved with these well-known old artists.”

"I think, since you know their nature, aunt, you should know that what you just said is useless. These people are shameless and don't know what is enough. Especially if you say he doesn't do anything, then he must be thinking in his heart, I must let you know how powerful he is." Zhou Fuxi shook his head, of course men understand men better than women.

Especially Lao Se Pi, it is even easier to understand.

Yao Huaiqing had not thought of this and couldn't help but feel a little worried, but since these words were spoken by his nephew, he felt somewhat ashamed.

So Yao Huaiqing's pink and delicate cheeks were flushed, and the mature woman's watery eyes looked charming because of her shyness.

She was breathless and pressed her chest tightly against the steering wheel. She raised her hand and wanted to hit Zhou Fuxi a few times. She felt that what he said actually made sense, so she gave him a sideways look and stamped her feet.

"However, don't worry too much. It's hard for this kind of person to get to this point. As long as you clearly refuse, he won't think that you are playing with him and then do some extreme behavior. "With that said, Zhou Fuxi took out an amulet, tied it with a red string, and handed it to Yao Huaiqing.

"I got this from the old god when I bought ointment last time. You can carry it with you. It is very effective in avoiding disasters and ensuring safety."

The scars on Yao Huaiqing's face disappeared thanks to the old fairy's ointment. It can be said that he indirectly gave Yao Huaiqing a new life. This old fairy's amulet was naturally very weighty. Yao Huaiqing tied it around his neck immediately, but the red rope was a bit For a long time, she had no choice but to bury the amulet.

"I feel more relieved." Yao Huaiqing smiled at Zhou Fuxi, and he was still heartwarming. She just saw Yuan Dezhang's car passing by, and she was in a hurry and didn't know what to do. She was busy every day, and she might as well give birth at home. children playing.

Fortunately, she was accompanied by Zhou Fuxi. Yao Huaiqing shook the back of Zhou Fuxi's hand and felt many emotions in his heart. His sister and brother-in-law were really deceived by lard.

Zhou Fuxi also smiled. Yao Huaiqing's tone was like coaxing a child. She moved her body and continued driving. Her skirt fell sideways, revealing a pair of dazzling white long legs. Zhou Fuxi turned her head and looked ahead as if nothing had happened. traffic lights.

"Fuxi, it suddenly occurred to me today that your name sounds similar to our ancestor Fuxi..." Yao Huaiqing seemed to mention it casually.

"It's almost the same, so in the future you can go to places like Fuxi Temple to pray and shout Fuxi or Fuxi." Zhou Fuxi gave advice as a professional.

"Bah, bah, bah, it's childish words." Yao Huaiqing stopped the car quickly, clasped his hands and muttered, confessing to the top boss no matter which version of myth, legend or historical record.

She finished praying by herself, and then grabbed Zhou Fuxi's hands to pray. Zhou Fuxi wanted to laugh a little. She really didn't learn any experience and lessons. She had to ask him to worship Emperor Wenchang the night before, and something went wrong.

Yao Huaiqing's hands were white and soft, and she held Zhou Fuxi's hands tightly. She thought about it but did not force Zhou Fuxi to bow. She just said some words of apology, and then let out a long breath, as if she had been forgiven for Zhou Fuxi. .

"I just remembered some fairy tales. Didn't Fuxi have a sister named Nuwa?" Yao Huaiqing continued.

"The origins of Empress Nuwa are actually not what the myths say. She is inextricably linked to Empress Houtu, but in fact no god can really determine..."

"Who told you that? Listen to me." Yao Huaiqing is not interested in the version of the story that does not meet her needs. "Later, in order to continue the human bloodline, didn't Fuxi marry Nuwa, and the two of them would reproduce? Every time I hear this I will be very moved by the story. Isn’t it great that they resolutely combine for the sake of inheritance and for their own responsibilities and obligations?”

Yao Huaiqing is not ready to ask Zhou Fuxi to chase Yao Jing'an right now. She is worried that this will be counterproductive, so she should adopt a quiet way to moisturize things - that is, she blows the air from time to time, and uses stories to reflect and hint from time to time. Over time, Zhou Fuxi It will give birth to a kind of soul imprint: I should marry Yao Jing'an!

"I don't think it's great. Isn't this just nonsense? I have never seen anyone who is as moved as you are by listening to the story of Fuxi and Nuwa. Auntie, is there something wrong with you?" Zhou Fuxi looked at Yao Huaiqing suspiciously and asked directly road.

(End of this chapter)