Shang Yunrou didn't say much, but Shang Muyao smiled coldly.

President Tan may be accustomed to the attitude of Shang Mu's, knowing how difficult he is, and he was not angry by him, but he just looked at him helplessly.

Shang Muyi smiled at her: "Nothing, just feel ... you really can talk."

I sneaked down his back waist, and he was hissing painfully, and he didn't dare to look at me, as if I had done a few days of anger.

"Talk well." His mouth was severe, but his hand was still rubbed for him before being screwed with.

His face was slightly slow, and he took a deep breath. President Chong Tan apologized vaguely, and then pulled me to sit on the long sofa on the side.

Yang Haiyang helped Shang Yunrou and sat on another sofa.

Everyone was sitting, and President Tan rushed into Xiaobian: "Trouble you take the painting over."

The other party was headed and went to the other side of the guest room. There is a small door there, which seems to lead another space.

President Tan introduced: "We found it when we cleaned the paintings and found it in a routine replacement. It was hidden behind another oil painting and did not finish it. I guess that Zixun may try to try After painting it, but not successful ... "

After a while, Xiao An, wearing white gloves, appeared in front of everyone holding a pair of oil paintings in A3. A white cloth covered on the oil painting, making people unable to see the above content.

The three of the merchants sat upright in the same way, and it was nervous to visible to the naked eye.

Yang Haiyang might want his wife to relax, hug Shang Yunrou's shoulder from the back, holding her left hand on her knees stiffly.

With a tight hand, I looked down, and Shang Muyu held my hand.

"It's it." President Tan slowly went to the painting, his fingers squeezed the white cloth gently, and said, "I have never seen such a warm color, although it is not completed, but I think this is a masterpiece that can be comparable to "Garden View". I personally hope that you can agree with us to display it, but ... I know, this mainly depends on your wishes. "

As President Tan said, this painting is very warm, not only color, but also the theme it expresses. It depicts a "home", a warm, warm, warm home.

The young woman with her pregnant belly sat on an armchair, and the little girl wearing a red dot dress was curious to stick her ears on her belly, and listened carefully to the movement inside. The woman stroked her head lovingly, pressed the other hand on her stomach, and the man stood on the back, stood aside, gently staring at them with gently.

The woman is undoubtedly Mei Zixun, the little girl is Shang Yunrou, the man is the Shang Lu when he was young.

After watching this painting, it is impossible to ignore the glory of Mei Zi's mother's mother.

It attracted my eyes to fall unconsciously on her soft eyebrows, and couldn't help but want to be happy to become a mother again and smile from sincerity.

"Oh my god ..." Shang Yun covered her mouth tremblingly, crying out of her voice, "She didn't destroy it ... she hid it ... I thought she destroyed it ..."

She was completely out of control, trembling and crying. I have never seen her rushing like this. Even if my brother brought a man home on New Year's Eve, she could treat the guests without changing the color. Now, she was knocked down by a painting. Steel shell crying like a little girl.

Fearing Shang Yunrou's crying, President Tan asked Xiaoan to take the painting quickly.

The guest room echoed Shang Yunrou's sobbing, Shang Muyu looked down, and there was no expression on his face. Shang Lu put the tea cup onto the coffee table and sighed tiredly.

"This painting we ... Yun Rou and I knew, but we thought it had been destroyed by Zixun." Shang Lu rubbed the temples, "This was drawn from her five or six months of pregnancy. Later She ... she was sick and couldn't continue. The situation became bad. She would not allow us to ask what was painted, otherwise it would be very excited. Before she died, she burned all her paintings in those two years. I I didn't expect she would keep it. "

President Tan found a chair and sat down, saying: "I don't know if you have noticed it just now that there are a few very obtrusive gray in the corner of the painting, which was added later, so I would say ... she might may Try to finish it, but it is not successful. "

Shang Muyi suddenly stood up at this time.

"This painting has nothing to do with me. You should decide whether you want to display it. I'll go first." Then he turned back and reached me.

I stunned, and looked at the merchant father and daughter who did not say anything, holding the business of Mu Mu's hand and stood up.

On the way back, Shang Muyu became more silent. This kind of "silence" is not as simple as not talking. It is accompanied by low pressure and bad temper.

In the broadcast, the introduction of Brahms' work continues.

"... Next, what brings you the most familiar work of Brahms -F -tune lullaby. Because of the beautiful melody, it is often used as a retention song for concerts by major singers."

The thick and high -end women's treble slowly sounded in the background: "Lullaby and Good Night ... with roses bedight ... with lilies bedecked is baby" swee body ... "

"Sleep, little baby, you sleep sweetly, sleep in the quilt of the rose ..."

"Turn off."

Shang Mu's voice was mixed in it, and I did not respond for the first time.

"Close !!" After a while, he yelled loudly, as if he couldn't stand the existence of this song for a second.

I quickly put the radio agency, and at the same time he quickly leaned the car aside.

After pulling up the handbrake, he stepped back, stayed away from the steering wheel, wiped his face, and his expression was extremely frustrated.

"sorry……"

His eyes were red and his voice trembled. I even suspected that he left the foundation as soon as he was. He didn't want Shang Lu and Yang Haiyang to see his tears.