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Chapter 37

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Aunt Wang squeezed the paper in her hand, rubbed it a few times, but did not answer.

Liang Sheng continued on his own: "Then, the direction of wind reviews and the media's selective reports are all controlled by my father."

"There are also plagiarism, foster care, and chaotic private life... These black materials against the old man were all fabricated by my father."

"Because the old man has a certain status in the oil painting industry, and he has been advocating against me, and obstructing many of my promotional activities, my father has always felt that the old man is in the way.

"This incident, one is to use the opportunity to help me hype it up, and the other is to ruin the old man once and for all."

"Am I right?"

Her last question was so soft that it had no power, and there was no trace of questioning.

Liang Sheng was wearing that cotton-white nightdress. Fresh florals were spread on the pure white fabric, and the sun lit up the hem of the skirt, making him look gentle and non-aggressive.

It was as if she was just a young lady, simply trying to understand one thing.

Aunt Wang was silent for a long time.

The atmosphere remained so tense.

In the end, Aunt Wang cleared her throat, opened her mouth, and said, "I don't know much about these twists and turns, but Mr. Liang has always been worried about you. Don't think he doesn't usually come to see you. In fact, I was worried about your matter in private."

Aunt Wang paused, and then said in a good voice: "There are some arrangements, maybe you feel aggrieved now, but Liang is always for your own good, and he is very worried about any disturbance in your body. "

"Recently, he is afraid that you will think too much due to the interference of some public opinion, and he keeps asking me to pay more attention to your recent situation."

"You don't need to pay too much attention to those miscellaneous remarks outside, as long as you concentrate on painting, Liang will always help you deal with it."

The thrush in the cage jumped a few times, even shaking the cage, and the shadow of the cage fence danced and swayed across Liang Sheng's cheek.

"I know." Liang Sheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his voice was unusually soft.

But in the direction that Aunt Wang couldn't see, there was no warmth in her gaze.

The fingertips of the left hand scratched across the edge of the board, and the gaze slowly shifted from the drawing paper to mid-air.

Liang Sheng continued to say softly: "I have always known that my father cared about me, and I have always been very grateful. It's just that Mr. He is involved this time..."

Pausing for a second, he said again: "You know, I have always respected Mr. He, so I overreacted. After all, Mr. He is an outsider, and I wouldn't fight my father for him."

"Aunt Wang, I've already figured it out. You can tell father that he doesn't have to worry. I will try my best to cooperate with him in all his arrangements."

Aunt Wang's expression softened completely: "It's great that you can think this way. You have been in an abnormal mood before. Although the impact is not big, it also makes Mr. Liang feel cold. After all, he is doing it for your own good."

Liang Sheng said blankly: "I was ignorant before, but I will apologize to my father myself at other times."

Aunt Wang nodded in satisfaction. Although Liang Sheng had his back to her and she couldn't see Liang Sheng's expression clearly, Aunt Wang was used to Liang Sheng's concessions.

In the past, Liang Sheng would resist a little every once in a while, but as long as he applied a little pressure, he could suppress it.

Same thing this time, there won't be any difference.

"By the way, I almost forgot to mention that there will be a fan meeting in two days, you should prepare." Aunt Wang approached and handed a piece of paper in front of Liang Sheng, "This is the speech, you should read it first."

Liang Sheng put down the charcoal pen, took the speech, and lowered his eyes to read, his eyelashes covering all his emotions.

Aunt Wang's task was completed, but she was not in a hurry to leave, her eyes fell on the sketch paper on the drawing board.

"Eh? Shengsheng, why don't you paint oil paintings and start sketching, who is the girl in this painting?"

As Aunt Wang asked, she wanted to pick it up and admire it.

Liang Sheng was concentrating on reading the speech.

But when Aunt Wang touched the sketch paper, Liang Sheng raised his head abruptly and separated Aunt Wang's hand.

"What's wrong?" Aunt Wang asked strangely.

Liang Sheng's eyes were a little cold, she pondered for a few seconds, and then made up an excuse, saying: "There are some detailed textures on it, and it's easy to get scratched if you touch it with your hands."

"Okay, then I won't bother you, just call me if you have anything to do." Aunt Wang didn't think too much, and patted her shoulder affectionately.

Liang Sheng's shoulders were a little stiff, but he didn't avoid it.

"Well, go get busy, see you, Aunt Wang."

"Goodbye, Shengsheng, be careful not to think too much."

"Okay." Liang Sheng replied softly.

Next, Aunt Wang left the bedroom and gently closed the door behind her.

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Now that Xiao Ji can touch the three-dimensional, it is easy to make noises.

So when Aunt Wang was there just now, Xiao Ji was very afraid that Aunt Wang would find out if she made any noise, so she stood obediently in one place without moving.

After Aunt Wang left, Xiao Ji heaved a sigh of relief, went to the author's side, and glanced at the drawing board.

On the sketch paper of the drawing board, there is a girl drawn, no matter how she looks like herself.

Xiao Ji gritted his teeth.

This big pig's trotter really kept his promise.

Xiao Ji resisted the urge to tear the painting, and walked from behind the author to the side.

Liang Sheng was still reading that manuscript.

Seeing Xiao Ji approaching, Liang Sheng laid the manuscript on his knees so that Xiao Ji could see the words on the paper clearly.

The paper reads ----

"...Mr. He Yuhe is my senior. I have always admired the old man's painting skills... At the summit, I was denied by the old man. I was sad for a long time, and my mental state was not stable, so I have not come forward to respond... ...I know that I have many deficiencies, and I am grateful to everyone who denies me on the road of life, making me face up to my incompleteness..."

Curiosity overcame anger, Xiao Ji quickly forgot the original intention of tearing pig's trotters by hand, and carefully studied the contents of the manuscript.

"I feel that the writing is okay. I didn't say anything bad about Mr. He at all. Isn't that good?" Xiao Ji rubbed his head and asked.

Liang Sheng laughed softly, and the laughter was a little cold.

After a while, Liang Sheng suppressed his smile, turned his body slightly, and stretched out his slender fingers.The sun shines on the transparent nails, and the hands are slender and elegant.

Liang Sheng pointed to the text on the manuscript and said, "When we human beings talk, we like to hide several meanings in a sentence. For example, this sentence, I have been sad for a long time, and my mental state is not stable, implying that Mr. He made my depression worse ."

"Here, face up to my own disability, implying that Mr. He once ridiculed my disability."

"and also……"

After Liang Sheng analyzed each sentence, Xiao Ji half-understood, unable to get into the conversation at all.

"When I finish saying this in front of the media, various interpretations will soon appear to further discredit the old man." Liang Sheng said.

Xiao Ji rubbed his bald head.

Although she didn't quite understand the specific logic, she also vaguely knew that this speech was not good for Mr. He.

She tilted her head to look at the author, then opened her eyes wide and bit her nails, and asked, "Then will you read it like this then?"

A few wisps of damp wind emerged from the sun, and it was chilly, blowing past Xiao Ji's bald head.

The thrush cleared its throat and called a few times.

Liang Sheng didn't speak, he just raised his head and looked at Xiao Ji.

It was the kind of gaze that seemed to be holding onto something, straight, firmly, tightly, begging for an answer.

Xiao Ji licked his lips and took a step back unconsciously.

Then there was ten long seconds of silence.

Liang Sheng's gaze fell lightly on the white window edge.

Long-term endurance makes me very transparent, and I am very used to it. I am so used to it that I get tired of it, but I don't want to make changes.