"What's the matter?" I was still awake, and my voice was hoarse.

The egg yolk fell asleep at his feet for some reason, and now he opened his eyes alertly when he heard the movement.

Shang Muxiao hugged my waist, buried his face in my abdomen, moved his body, and showed signs of soberness.

"That's it..." Yang Haiyang pondered for a moment and explained the ins and outs of the matter.

The foundation that manages Mei Zixun's works, while maintaining and inventorying the paintings, accidentally discovered a new oil painting that has never been published and unknown after an original oil painting.

Since the content of the oil painting involves the privacy of the merchants, whether it can be exhibited or not, and how to deal with it in the future, we need to negotiate together, so... The president of the foundation invited three merchants to come to the location of the foundation at one o'clock in the afternoon to discuss the future of this painting together.

Chapter 76 Sleep Well, Little Baby

The word filial piety is a very typical Confucian philosophy, and most Western philosophers consider it an outdated product. Russell even said that filial piety hinders the development of public spirit, and giving more rights to the elderly will lead to the raging of the old forces.

This view is not unreasonable, but it is undeniable that "filial piety" still has its positive meaning.

Modern research on filial piety tends to be an innate characteristic of human beings, but it needs to be triggered in a timely manner. one.

In other words, everyone is born with a strong dependence on "family", "ethnic group" and "parents".

This kind of dependence is guided and developed, and it becomes "filial piety". It drives us to strive to be the glory of our family, to yearn for family approval, and to be afraid to challenge the patriarchal structure. . . .

And because of its congenital nature, even if people leave the "home" environment in the end, it will not disappear. It is extremely complex and extremely fragile, and it has become a major anxiety in modern society.

It can be said that the nightmare is it, and the sweet dream is also it.

From the bottom of his heart, Shang Muxiao couldn't forgive his parents and hated the "violence" they imposed on him, but once he heard about the new discovery of the Mei Zixun Foundation, he still couldn't be indifferent.

He didn't speak for a long time, neither speaking nor not speaking, and rarely went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.

Sometimes silence itself is an answer.

In the end I made the decision for him.

"Let's go." I took the car keys and stood by the door to greet him.

He looked at me for a moment, walked towards me, cigarette in his mouth, and took the car keys from my hand.

On the way, he was very worried, and he opened the window and smoked two cigarettes in succession. I understood his unspeakable mood and didn't stop him, but when it came to the third one, I couldn't help but hold his hand.

"All right."

He pursed his lips, retracted his hand, and raised the window.

The traffic began to move, it was too quiet, I turned on the radio, and a gentle female voice was introducing the life of the famous German composer Brahms and playing his works one by one.

In the soothing music, we arrived at the office where the foundation is located - a secluded and quaint little villa of the last century.

Beside the small black iron gate, the white wall is covered with green vines, blooming with red trumpet-shaped flowers.

Ringing the electronic bell, knowing our intention, a male staff member came out soon to open the door for us.

"My surname is An, just call me Xiao An. Please, our president is waiting for you in the reception room."

"Has everyone else arrived?" Shang Muxiao asked.

"Mr. Shang has arrived, and Miss Shang is on her way. She said she will be there soon."

It was said that Cao Cao Cao arrived, and before reaching the door of the villa, the ringtone sounded again, and faintly I heard Yang Haiyang's voice.

Xiao An asked us for a while, and he opened the door. As soon as the door opened, it was Shang Yunrou Yang Haiyang.

The sister and brother looked at each other, and said nothing, and bowed their heads and walked in.

Yang Haiyang and I gradually fell behind and began to whisper.

"Beishang, do you know that ... the business of Shang Lu and his little wife?" Yang Haiyang lowered his voice and was conservative.

As soon as I heard it, I immediately knew that Shang Yunrou confessed Fang Qinian with him.

"Know."

Yang Haiyang almost didn't control the volume: "I fuck, do you know?"

The villa was silent and empty, and he could have an echo again. I erected my index finger in front of my lips and let him lightly.

He covered his mouth and spoke vaguely: "You know why you don't tell me? I'm going to be too exciting. When Yunrou told me, I was numb. I really never thought of Shanglu ... I can marry a man. "

I glanced at him, he pushed his hand to sew, and immediately added: "Without the meaning of discriminating against your group, I just feel that this is too much to play too much."

Talking, soon in front of a tall white wooden door. Xiao An blocked the door for us. After we all entered the room, we gently closed the door and entered the room.

The guest room is full of clean and bright white, and there are various forms of chairs and sofas. I roughly calculated it.

Shang Lu was holding a British black tea cup and sat in a high -back chair. He was obliquely opposite a middle -aged woman with white hair but could not see a specific age. Before we came in, the two seemed to be chatting, so when Shang Lu turned to us, the corners of his lips were even rare.

But soon, when he saw Shang Muyu, he even said that when he saw Shang Mu's stinky face, his smile faded.

"Just now I am still talking about you with your dad." White -haired women got up and greeted us.

"It's been a long time, Chairman Tan." Shang Yun's polite and business -lined up with a smile, shook hands with the other party, "What do we say? Shouldn't we say bad things about us?"

President Tan laughed: "You are all big, you have found the goals of your life. If Zixun can see it, you will be happy for you."