Since the director met Feng Ximin, the director opened the door for her first, so she and her husband went to the exhibition first.

The director accompanied them to walk in the museum. He had seen Wen Yuan before, but he didn't know the relationship between Manman and Wen Yuan, and said, "This college student's paintings are good, and it can be seen that he has some basic skills."

Jiang Yan looked at his wife's face, and his wife looked calm. He asked the director: "Since that's the case, as long as they look at this exhibition, they will know which female painter is slightly better."

"In theory, it is easy to distinguish. However, I remember Teacher Zhuang said that he would hire some experts to see it. The expert comments are somewhat different from those of laymen. Some things cannot be seen by laymen, but only insiders can see them."

"Director, you are an insider. What do you think?"

The director "Haha", kept it a secret, looked at Mr. Jiang interestingly, and said, "Aren't you and her husband and wife? If you ask me this, if I sweep her face in person, aren't you afraid that she will annoy you?"

"My wife is not petty, right, Manman?" Jiang Yan put in his wife's ear and blew.

Manman patted him and stared at him: Don’t look at the occasion.

While teasing his wife, Jiang Yan continued to smile with the director, and didn't seem to mind at all, meaningfully saying: "The director is a kind-hearted teacher. How could he be willing to criticize the junior in person?"

"Yes." The director started to fight back, "It depends on what the situation is. If the junior did something wrong or something worth improving, of course I have to criticize it in person."

In the middle, the director was called out. Jiang Yan accompanied his wife and stood in front of a sketch by Wen Yuan.

Manman looked at Wen Yuan's painting very seriously.

Putting his hand on her shoulder to comfort her, Jiang Yan said, "What are you thinking? I know you won't lose to her."

"I never thought of comparing with her." Manman frowned gently and said softly, "It's not that she is worth comparing if she is worth comparing. It was when I was a child, she stood beside me and watched. She was so small at that time--" Manman compared Wen Yuan's height, roughly to her knees, and then she didn't say anything anymore as if her memory was stuck.

Jiang Yan looked back and looked at the sketch Wen Yuan painted, which was a vase and a cat. Wen Yuan's skills are indeed very good. Judging from the eyes of some experts who have learned to paint, both lines, composition, and light and shadow processing are quite distinctive.

Hanging face to face with Wen Yuan was a painting of ink by Manman, which was a tree in the small yard and a lotus bed under the tree. To be honest, Manman's painting was a bit freehand, without the neat composition and ink that was carefully selected. In terms of material selection, Manman did not have the innovative characteristics that Manman has always been good at.

What his wife wanted to express? He looked at it for a long time but couldn't see it.

At this time, footsteps came from the door. The couple looked back and saw that it was Commander Lu who took the lead and brought Jun Ye and others in to support his daughter.

"Dad." Manman said, and when he saw his father appear, he was a little helpless.

"How is it? I heard from the director that he said that his strength was equal." Commander Lu laughed at his daughter. When it comes to art, he is not a professional painter and doesn't understand it very well. But no matter what others say, he must be supporting his daughter.

Manman lowered her head, looked at her toes, and said, "There is no real saying of victory or defeat in art."

As for his daughter's words, Commander Lu felt a strange feeling in his heart. At this moment, Jun Ye, Yao Ye and others were already wandering around the museum and watching the paintings. They were not professionals, so there was no way to evaluate them.

Manman thought they shouldn't see it, after all, her husband couldn't see it.

Gao Dashuai directly wiped his chin and said, "It's so bad. No matter how I look at it, it's almost the same as the dog hoof I drew."

Without surprise, his head was immediately hit by several people.

"Dad, you and brother, watch it slowly." Manman said, "Ayan and I have something to do to leave first."

He glanced at his daughter's strange expression with a meaningful look. Commander Lu expressed his permission to his son-in-law: "Okay, you go."

The couple then walked out of the exhibition hall. Jiang Yan was almost dragged away by his wife.

When he arrived outside the door, Mr. Jiang asked his wife: "What's wrong?"

"My dad and I made an appointment to meet again." Manman avoided the important things and said lightly.

Jiang Yan looked back at Lu's father in the exhibition hall, and then realized that his wife was talking about Wen's father, so he turned around.

It was because he felt that his sister and son-in-law's car had left. Jun Ye held his hands and stopped in front of the ink painting of the yard painted by his sister, slamming his feet.

After slipping behind the master, Gao Dashang was good at making funny things and said, "June, are you listening to music? Where did you listen to it? From the painting?"

Jun Ye glanced at him: "Don't you know that beating a person is like playing a drum?"

The tall and handsome man stopped in a depressed voice: I am not listening to music, but I am obviously in a bad mood.

Mr. Yao looked at the painting for a while and suddenly remembered something, blinked his evil eyes and said, "I think I've seen this scene somewhere?"

"There is not just a tree in the former residence of the Wen family. It is said that every household there used to be a lotus." Jun Ye revealed his sister's background without mercy.

The director of the art gallery, at some point, walked behind them, and listened to their words, and raised his chin thoughtfully: "So that's it."

"What's that true?" Commander Lu heard the expert's speech to his daughter's paintings and hurried over to listen.

"It's nothing." The director quickly withdrew his tongue and smiled, "When everyone else has finished watching, Teacher Zhuang said that a discussion meeting will be held, and everyone will listen together."

Judging from the director's opinion, it seemed that his daughter's painting was not bad. Commander Lu's eyes were shiny and he nodded anxiously.

The Beetle drove all the way on the Traffic Avenue, and the trees outside the car window were walking backwards. Manman couldn't come back from her memories for a while, and she had the illusion that she was like a dream. The car drove halfway and stopped at a pancake shop. Manman asked her husband to wait for her in the car for a while, and she entered the pancake shop by herself.

Jiang Yan, holding the steering wheel, remembered what his wife said last time she bought bread for Wen Shixuan. She felt sad for her childhood again.

Manman walked back and held a long bread in his arms, looking like a girl selling bread on TV. Jiang Yan opened the car door for her and asked, "Why did you buy one? Is it enough?"

"If I buy too much, my dad will say I'm wasting it." Manman said.

Wen Shixuan’s habit is to only buy more things for his daughter. If his daughter buys more things for himself, it will not work.

It is important to be thrifty in the family, which is what Wen Shixuan often teaches his daughter.

The car drove to Zhou Yu's house. Zhou Yu was not here. Wen Shixuan was very happy to see them coming, and said, "Your uncle wants to go to see your art exhibition, but Jiajing doesn't accompany him. He feels unhappy and is in a state of trouble here."

Manman changed into indoor slippers, walked in and saw Lin Wencai who was drinking morning tea, and shouted, "My uncle."

"Yeah—" Lin Wencai let out a long voice.

"What's wrong, uncle, who made you angry?" Jiang Yan walked in and sat next to Lin Wencai, as if he was a psychological counselor.

When Lin Wencai saw Mr. Jiang, he felt much better. He turned around and said to Mr. Jiang: "Those tricks of massage you last time were really good. Let's teach me."

"This is not simple." Jiang Yan agreed.

Lin Wencai then watched Manman pull Wen Shixuan to the kitchen and smiled: "It's still like a child who never grows up, dependent on her father." After saying that, he curled his mouth and thought of his daughter: "It's not like my daughter, her wings are hard. She is obviously several years younger than Manman and has not graduated."

When Jiang Yan heard this, he knew that Lin Wencai was reluctant to let his daughter grow up, so he hooked up on Lin Wencai's shoulder and said, "Don't mention it. Look at my daughter, I only recognize her uncle all day long. How old she is, she is less than half a year old, and she doesn't want her biological father."

"Hahaha." Lin Wencai was amused by Mr. Jiang's words, but knowing that Mr. Jiang was not joking, this big-tempered princess was indeed different from other children.

Manman and Wen Shixuan were in the kitchen, and they used to move chairs and sat there. She tore the bread sticks for Wen Shixuan, then handed Wen Shixuan a cup of boiling water, and said, "Dad, try this new French whole wheat bread."

Wen Shixuan took the bread sticks she tore, tasted them a few bites, and nodded while chewing them: "No, this taste. Speaking of this Western-style toast bread, one day, we will also buy a toaster and try it."

"Dad. I bought it for you to eat, but I didn't ask you to toast for me." Manman said in displeasure.

"I know." Wen Shixuan smiled on his honest face, then he choked and asked her carefully, "You cousin, have you told you?"

"About the art exhibition, is it?" Manman lowered her head.

Wen Shixuan looked at her lovingly and said, "I didn't blame you for agreeing to hold an art exhibition with Yuanyuan. Moreover, even if your father doesn't have to go and see it, he knows that you definitely don't really want to compete with Yuanyuan."

"Dad?" Manman raised her eyebrows.

"Dad knows that Yuanyuan has been competitive since she was a child. Unlike you, you didn't like to compete with others since she was a child, so she doesn't like to compete." Wen Shixuan said, "It's just that your mother, it's not right. She is not your mother now. She is too much. She ran to me and said, and I was worried whether they will embarrass you."

After all, her father was more worried about her than Wen Yuan, and she was afraid that she would lose money by taking Wen Yuan's muteness.

Manman felt warm and said, "Dad, although she is not my biological sister, she is the one I grew up watching. Do you think I might be angry with her? Since she doesn't want to be angry with her, how could she suffer her losses?"

After hearing what she said, Wen Shixuan felt relieved and was happy. He reached out and said to her, "I want to eat the bread you bought again."

Manman continued to tear bread sticks for her father with a smile.

When he leaned over, he saw his wife like this, he wanted to stay here all day today. Jiang Yan called back to the Lu family and told his mother-in-law that they would not go back to have lunch and dinner today.

After hearing this, Mrs. Lu looked at the little baby dumped by her parents at home and spread her hands: "Nan Nan, Xixi, parents won't go home today."

Both babies seemed to have expected it, and they didn't raise their heads. They lowered their heads and kneaded the little yellow duck bought by their new grandfather with their hands, and had a lot of fun. Who said that only parents were allowed to go out to play, they could play themselves.

While eating the bread given to her daughter, Wen Shixuan picked up her daughter's cell phone and flipped through the album of the two little babies in the cell phone. While looking at it, he couldn't stop smiling: "Look at how elves your two children are, there are more people like you."

"Is that?" Manman disagreed and stuffed tea into the kettle, saying, "Now my son can laugh at me as a computer idiot. It's a completely replica of his father, but he's proud of his father. As for Nannan, she has never looked like anyone since she was a child."

"Eyes. Eyes are the window of the soul." Wen Shixuan touched the baby on the screen with his fingers. When he touched his two small eyes, he narrowed his eyes, remembering the past when he was his two little daughters. He said with a smile, "Your eyes were like them, but they were lit."

Manman smiled and pursed her lips, stood by the stove, lowered her head, and could see her father immersed in happiness, so she did not disturb her.

Lin Wencai was also complaining to Mr. Jiang in the living room, complaining about how hard he, a father, had a lot of hardships that involved the child.

"Jiajing is a student and is far away from marriage." Mr. Jiang comforted him.

"Don't you know that college students can get married now?" Lin Wen said angrily, "I don't know who issued the policy."

Jiang Yan laughed hard and forgot about this. Fan Shenyuan didn't need to worry about Chen Xiaoyi, who was a soldier, and wanted to marry Lin Jiajing, but there was no obstacle at all.

That being said, it is not necessarily true that Lin Jiajing would forget her father if she really married Fan Shenyuan. Lin Wencai knew that her daughter wanted to marry out early because she wanted to reduce the burden for him. Those who study art need to burn money. It can be said that she would throw a lot of money into the stove. Lin Jiajing would take four years to complete her studies, and after four years, she would also need funds to become famous. If these were just Lin Wencai, not to mention whether she could afford it, it would be a question whether she could afford it. Lin Jiajing had been considered carefully. Lin Wencai was only worried now that her daughter was not forced to be with someone she didn't like because of life.

Jiang Yan thought Lin Wen was too worried and said, "If she doesn't like it, I believe she won't force it. She is arrogant and will never allow it to be insulted. Everyone can see this. To be honest, my uncle, I used to have some opinions about your daughter, but she is too introverted. Now she is willing to try to change, but I think it's a good thing."

"Are you sure she won't force herself?"

"You little uncle, you must have heard that before, my wife's family's second young master in the Yao family liked your daughter, but your daughter refused."

Lin Wencai had heard of Yao Zibao a little. Now, when he heard Mr. Jiang talk about it, he was silent. It turned out that his daughter had grown up unknowingly, no longer as she thought, but was a child who only needed protection.

Manman and her adoptive father heard the conversation in the living room intermittently in the kitchen. After listening, Wen Shixuan expressed his feelings: "Shenyuan is actually good. Your uncle knows it yourself, but he just can't bear to leave Jiajing in his heart."

Fan Shenyuan's character was a good person. In the past, Manman thought that he was good, but he was afraid that he might be young, not mature enough, and not be able to take on Lin Jiajing's backing. It is hard to say whether he would change his mind. After all, a pride like Fan Shenyuan may have never encountered setbacks.

"Shenyuan has suffered a lot of torture in his heart recently. I heard Jiajing say it." Wen Shixuan said.

Manman remembered it. When it started, Fan Shenyuan looked at her, as if she was filled with a deep guilt. Later, she heard Fan Shenyuan confess that it was because of the video tape that she felt guilty about her father's affairs. However, it should have been clear now, otherwise she would not have been in and out with Lin Jiajing. What happened back then?
To be continued...