Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat-Chapter 59 - 056 Master Mus Painting
Chapter 59: Chapter 056: Master Mu’s Painting
Chapter 59 -056: Master Mu’s Painting
Whenever Jiang Lao Da thought of Shu Wan, he couldn’t help but remember what she said to him during their divorce. She told him that people like him should never get married or have children. They should just stick with their parents and siblings.
Why get married and make others miserable?
She said he never considered her or their child; neither were ever in his sight or heart.
Not at all?
Jiang Lao Da asked himself; there definitely was care, but he thought Shu Wan was educated and had a salary, so she didn’t need his help. And with Shu Wan taking care of Jiang Yan, he didn’t need to spend money on him either.
Of course, the main issue was the lack of money; back in the old home, there was always a myriad of things to attend to. His parents wanted to tear down the old house to build a new one, and his younger brothers needed money for their newborns. He was always supplementing here and there. He hardly dared to buy a decent pack of cigarettes for himself, yet the money was still never enough.
Even so, he never asked Shu Wan for a penny.
Mainly because she took care of the household and child expenses, he was too embarrassed to ask.
If that’s not caring, then what is?
Women are never satisfied. Their first step to controlling men is to get their hands on the men’s paychecks.
Ha, materialism!
“No need to pick him up, since his mom wants to take care of him, let her do it.”
Jiang Lao Da thought, regardless of everything, Shu Wan was a university professor, and Jiang Yan would be better off with her than in the countryside with his grandparents. His grades were mediocre, and it was doubtful he could get into a university from the countryside, but with Shu Wan, he could at least get into an average one, couldn’t he? If he made something of himself in the future, he might even be able to look after his cousins.
This was perhaps a better path.
Although his ideas differed from those of Jiang Lao Tai, their goals were aligned!
Upon hearing this response, Uncle Jiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He never planned to pick up Jiang Yan in the first place. Regardless of whether Jiang Lao Da agreed, he wouldn’t do it.
The only reason he mentioned it was to coax money out of Jiang Lao Da.
He was unwilling to give money to his brothers, but surely he had to be willing to spend on his own son.
Jiang Yan didn’t hear this; if he had, he would have died laughing. Uncle Jiang was really too modest, underestimating his status in his older brother’s heart.
However, Jiang Lao Da, as if he did not understand his brother’s words, changed the subject after talking about Jiang Yan and started discussing trivial household matters, with no hint of bringing up money.
As visiting hours were about to end, Uncle Jiang became anxious.
All these repeated trips here, weren’t they costing him in travel expenses? He couldn’t be expected to waste both his time and money every time, after all.
Finally, he steeled himself and went straight to the point, “Big brother….”
He looked around sneakily as he spoke, noticing that the armed guards weren’t looking their way, and then whispered, “Where did you… where did you hide your money outside?”
Jiang Lao Da: “???”
He didn’t understand his younger brother’s words at first. Money hidden outside? He had money hidden somewhere?
When did that happen? Why didn’t he know about it?
“What money hidden outside? Where did you hear that?”
Uncle Jiang was stunned, “No?”
Jiang Lao Da laughed in frustration, “What nonsense are you talking about, there’s nothing!”
Uncle Jiang was disheartened, “Then why did you….”
This made Jiang Lao Da fall quiet as well. It wasn’t as if he was innocent, but the charges weren’t severe enough to merit a decade in prison either.
But the problem was that he couldn’t tell the truth. And he dared not!
In the end, he could only feign an explanation to Uncle Jiang, “I took someone’s house, but it’s long since been returned. There’s no money.”
What?
Uncle Jiang was dumbfounded. No money? If there was no money, then his trip had been for nothing.
Visiting hours were over, and Uncle Jiang came out dejectedly, looking up at the gray sky that threatened rain. He wiped his face, sighed, and walked away.
……
Meanwhile, at school, Jiang Yan was still unaware that his own father and grandmother had pushed him off on his mother, let alone that in his Uncle’s eyes, he had become a descendant who would blow at least a hundred a week.
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But, had he known, he probably would have been pleased.
It suited him just fine to be pushed away; he had been looking for an excuse to sever ties with them, and now he was spared the trouble of finding one.
As for his mother, of course, he wouldn’t seek her out. Their mother-son bond was thin; better not to disturb one another, let each be well!
On April 26th, the provincial painting competition began.
Jiang Yan rested his left hand on the table, his fingers idly tapping on the surface. He tilted his head slightly, watching Song Jiawen, thinking it was a pity that this fellow wasn’t participating in the competition; he would have made an instant sensation.
That Deng Tao had been taking leave under their control of public opinion. Although Song Jiawen didn’t care about apologies, they still felt stifled.
It was damn too easy on her.
Teacher Fang had already taken Xu Yan to the competition, and Jiang Yan knew that Deng Tao’s family would take her as well.
Indeed, at that moment, Deng Tao was painting at the competition site in the provincial city.
She had a solid foundation, but both technique and inspiration were mediocre. Teacher Fang glanced in her direction, then indifferently withdrew his gaze, focusing intently on Xu Yan.
Deng Tao’s father was also in the audience. He naturally knew Teacher Fang, but since the latter had no intention of greeting him, he saw no need to embarrass himself by approaching.
After all, just an ordinary high school art teacher was not worth his attention.
The competition concluded, and the participating students, along with their parents or teachers, orderly headed for the exit.
“Didn’t you mention wanting to visit the gallery at Beicheng University? We have time now. Do you want to go?”
These days, Deng Tao could be said to have worked hard. She had to practice painting and attend private tutoring sessions without wasting a second.
Her father, Mr. Deng, felt sorry for her and wished to let her relax a bit, taking advantage of the competition.
Of course, complete relaxation wasn’t possible until after the college entrance exams.
The College of Art at Beicheng University was a sanctuary in the hearts of many art students. Every painting displayed in its gallery could be considered a masterpiece, rivaling even those at Beijing University College of Art.
That was why so many students were eager to enroll in the competition—mostly aiming for a place at this college.
However, Deng Tao’s first choice wasn’t here; she had not given up on Beijing University and traditional Chinese painting—it was her lifelong dream and goal.
At this moment, like Deng Tao, there were many others visiting the gallery. She and Mr. Deng followed the crowd inside, stopping to closely observe and discuss each painting they passed.
When they came across works by renowned painters and professors, Deng Tao would stand before them for a long time, carefully contemplating and trying hard to imprint the images in her mind.
These were paintings not seen outside, highly valuable for reference.
“A drawing by Master Mu? Sketching, huh? Master Mu does sketches too.”
Someone nearby whispered, and Deng Tao, who was examining a traditional Chinese painting, turned her head to look at the speaker.
It was two female students who had participated in the competition with her, both very skilled with strong painting techniques.
At the moment, they stood in front of a sketch, eyes shining with excitement as if they had discovered something remarkable.
Deng Tao followed their gaze toward the sketch…
