Before he finished speaking, Ling Ziyi was already laughing: "Later." ”

Later, I got angry and wrote an essay saying that Xiu Se is not allowed to eat, and that she should be hungry or hungry. ”

"What did you teachers say?"

The teacher gave a comment. Yang Dingtian looked depressed: "You can't teach your son." ”

"Ahh Ling Ziyi burst out laughing.

Some women look okay, but they can't laugh, it's extremely ugly to smile, but Ling Ziyi is very good at laughing, the happier she laughs, the better she looks.

Just like flowers, the brighter they bloom, the more beautiful they are.

"But I know now that the Chinese teacher was right. Yang Dingtian looked at Ling Ziyi: "Xiuse, it's really delicious." ”

"Really?" Ling Ziyi smiled: "Then why don't I let you watch it for a day and see if you will be hungry?"

"Definitely not. Yang Dingtian shook his head resolutely.

Ling Ziyi burst out laughing again, but suddenly stroked her stomach and said, "Ah, your stomach hurts to laugh." ”

Yang Dingtian sighed softly: "You don't laugh and hurt, you haven't eaten normally, and your stomach is a little sick." ”

"Oh, I forgot that you can heal with qigong. ”

When he said this, Ling Ziyi shouted: "I do have a little problem with my stomach, you can cure me." ”

"Good. Yang Dingtian nodded: "Don't worry, you eat something now, and after resting for an hour, I'll treat you again, it's easy." ”

Speaking of this, he hesitated for a moment and said, "Sister Ling, are you very difficult now?"

"Yes. Ling Ziyi didn't hesitate: "The money I brought was spent, and I had no other ability to make a living, so I had to work on the streets, but fortunately, I could barely survive." ”

She is a little embarrassed, but still very open, which is the temperament of a true artist.

"Your painting is very good, don't the French have a vision?" asked Yang Dingtian.

"Art is the purest thing, but to sell it, it's not so pure. ”

Ling Ziyi poured herself a glass of wine, and there was some helplessness in her eyes: "It needs fame, time, and opportunities, but more importantly, it needs to operate." ”

Yang Dingtian immediately understood: "Therefore, Van Gogh was penniless during his lifetime, and only became a world-class painter after his death. ”

"yes. Ling Ziyi sighed softly and took a sip of wine: "Art is to endure loneliness, loneliness, and poverty. ”

She was stunned for a while, looked at the sun and the sky, and smiled bitterly: "But to be honest, I'm about to lose it, it's just that I really don't know anything except painting, so I just have to hold on." ”

This is Ling Ziyi, a kind of frank and clear.

With her beauty, she doesn't need to know anything at all, as long as she throws a flattering eye casually, she is afraid that there will not be a lot of powerful people who will fall under her pomegranate skirt, but she would rather be poor, and would rather face the sun and the sky, admitting that she can't eat, but she will never sell her soul and abandon her original intention.

Yang Dingtian didn't know what to say, he was now more and more good at coaxing women, but in the face of a woman like Ling Ziyi, he really didn't know what to say.

He could only raise a glass of salute.

Ling Ziyi also raised his glass, took a sip of wine, and said, "Tell me about you, how are you doing, why did you suddenly come to France?"

Before the words fell, her phone rang.

She gestured to Yang Dingtian, put down the cup, took the mobile phone, looked at it, connected it, and said, "Tiantian, what's the matter...... What?Picture of a child fighting cricket...... I'll come right over. ”

She put down her phone and said to Yang Dingtian: "I'm sorry, I'm in a bit of a hurry, thank you Yang Dingtian today." ”

She stood up, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Why don't you come with me......?" There is no money for a ride. ”

Such a woman, Yang Ding naïve didn't know what kind of feeling was in his heart, he nodded without hesitation: "Okay, I'm fine anyway, let's go together, what's the matter?"

Said as he walked. ”

Ling Ziyi walked out as she spoke, and Yang Dingtian found out for the first time that she was still an impatient, and then she thought about it, isn't it? She told Duan Hongwei that she would divorce, and she dragged the box and left that day, without a little mud and water.

Yang Dingtian settled the bill, took a taxi, and when he got to the car, Ling Ziyi told him that an auction house was going to auction a painting called Fighting Crickets, which was once her grandfather's collection, but was seized during the Cultural Revolution and later exiled overseas.

"Before my grandfather died, he repeatedly told my father that as long as he had the opportunity, he would definitely get it back. ”

Ling Ziyi clenched his fists lightly: "One of the important reasons why I came to France is to look for it, and fortunately it finally appeared." ”

"So she came to France for this purpose. Yang Dingtian nodded secretly, looking at her face with persistence in excitement, and secretly determined to help her fulfill this wish.

This is an extremely beautiful woman, but Yang Dingtian is facing her, not more of a lust heart, but a respect.

The car drove for more than 20 minutes, and when it came to the front of a building, a girl was waiting outside, and when she saw Ling Ziyi, she immediately greeted her.

This girl is twenty-seven or eighteen years old, medium height, round face, and middle-to-high appearance, but has a pair of deep dimples, which gives people a very cute feeling.

Ling Ziyi shouted, "Tian Tian, are you sure it's a cricket diagram?"

"Look. ”

This girl named Tian Tian handed Ling Ziyi a magazine-like thing, Yang Dingtian knew that this was the brochure of the auction house, the last time she helped Ma Jingjing buy Go in Hong Kong, she saw exactly the same, a very large album, very good coated paper, and the auction house was very willing to spend money in this regard.

Ling Ziyi opened the brochure, and there was a photo of a painting in the middle, which was an ancient Chinese painting, and several children were fighting crickets, which looked vivid, childlike and cute.

Yang Dingtian is an earthen hat, and he doesn't have much appreciation, but he also thinks that the painting is very good and vivid.

Ling Ziyi's eyes lit up as soon as he saw it: "It's a cricket map, that's it, let's go in." ”

"But it's so expensive. The girl named Tian Tian frowned: "The price tag is 80,000 euros, and there will definitely be people who will compete for it." ”

Hearing her words, Ling Ziyi's brows also furrowed, she thought for a while, and said, "Let's go in and talk about it, by the way, I'll introduce you, this is my friend, Yang Dingtian, this is Tang Tian, my friend who shares a house with me." ”

"Hello. Yang Dingtian shook Tang Tian's hand, Ling Ziyi was anxious, and said, "Let's go in quickly." ”

"It's really an acute one. Yang Dingtian smiled secretly.

Tang Tian said: "It's useless to just go in, if you want to participate in the bidding, you have to pay the deposit first." ”

Ling Ziyi was stunned for a moment: "Do you still have any money?"

"I'm only a little over a hundred euros. Tang Tian had a bitter face: "The deposit is five thousand euros." ”

"I still have some money here. Yang Dingtian took the initiative to speak: "I'll go and pay the deposit." ”