Seeing Mu Qian and Huo Jinxi leave, Rong Qingzi looked at Mr. Huo and asked lightly: "What's wrong?"

Mr. Huo was originally happy to watch the two of them go out together. When he heard this, he slowly lowered his smile and looked at Rong Qingzi.

After a moment of quietness, Mr. Huo asked his aunt to take the aggrieved Huo Qiran away first, and then said to Rong Qingzi: "It's not me who said to you. Qianqian was by your side in those years. You didn't even know anything about her having children and having children died so old. How did you, a mother?"

"She is old enough to have children, and I don't care about those things." Rong Qingzi replied calmly, "Everyone is a free individual, and there is no provision to stipulate what should be between parents and children."

After hearing this, Mr. Huo suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed his chest.

Seeing this, Rong Qingzi hurriedly stepped forward and supported him, "How are you? I just said one thing, are you so excited?"

"You know what I don't like to listen to, so just be less angry with me." Mr. Huo said, "You don't feel sorry for me if you suffer!"

Rong Qingzi obeyed Mr. Huo and just said, "Aren't I learning to change? You blamed me for the past... Besides, she now has your grandson to care for her. What are we people?"

After hearing this, Mr. Huo couldn't help but sigh again: "I just hope Qianqian is really happy."

After hearing this, Rong Qingzi stopped talking.

...

Mu Qian was pulled out by Huo Jinxi. After getting in the car, the driver drove the car to the city center.

"Hey, don't think about going to a jewelry store to buy a ring and put it on my hand and even proposing." Mu Qian turned to look at Huo Jinxi, "I don't accept it if I'm so insincere!"

Huo Jinxi turned to look at her, "What should we do to be sincere?"

Mu Qian touched her chin and thought for a while, then stretched out her two fingers with her eyes glowing: "How about two Yunshan villas?"

Yunshan Villa is almost the highest-end residential community in Tongcheng in the eyes of ordinary people. It is indeed slightly inferior to private residences like the Huo Family Mansion designed by Huo Jinxi himself, but it is amazing that nearly 100 million yuan was sold in an earlier transaction.

When Huo Jinxi heard this, he only glanced at her coldly.

This arrogant expression probably felt that that kind of house was no problem at all, so Mu Qian was ready to go, "Will we go see the house now?"

Huo Jinxi ignored her.

The car did not drive towards Yunshan Villa, but drove to the exhibition road with the most artistic atmosphere in the city center.

This is an old-style building in the oldest city of Tongcheng. It has been completely preserved and has become a street with the strongest artistic atmosphere in Tongcheng. Tongcheng Museum, Tongcheng Concert Hall, several auction houses, and various art museums opened by many cultural elites.

The car stopped at the entrance of one of the quaint gray buildings. Mu Qian poked his head out and looked at it, then turned to ask Huo Jinxi: "Is the house here valuable?"

Huo Jinxi glanced at her, "Only rent it, not sell it."

Mu Qian was a little unhappy, "Then what are we doing?"

Huo Jinxi got out of the car directly, then came forward and opened the door of her side, reaching out to her.

He has always been self-centered, and it is not easy to show such gentlemanly demeanor. Mu Qian stared at his hand for a few seconds, and finally handed his hand over with a smile.

Huo Jinxi held Mu Qian's hand and walked forward. Someone responsible for management had already come up. After saying hello, he opened the door for the two of them.

Unlike the quaint appearance of the building, as soon as you walk in, you will find an atmospheric high-rise space. It is surrounded by spiral stairs distributed along the line of the house. It is uniquely decorated with green bamboo elements to create a very Chinese-style spatial artistic conception.

A picture frame is hung on the most conspicuous position in the entrance. On the walls along the stairs, there are also carefully arranged picture frames of different sizes.

Although the frames are covered with cloth, Mu Qian still realized that this place should be a gallery, and from the perspective of style, it is a Chinese painting gallery.

She was stunned at the door for a moment, but her heart jumped wildly, uncontrollably.

Mu Qian walked up the stairs at the door, took down the canvas covered on the first painting, and saw a landscape picture with extremely familiar brushwork.

Mu Qian quickly lowered his head to look at the signature, and indeed saw the extremely familiar title and seal - Mu Huaian.

She was stunned for a moment, continued to walk upwards, uncovering the next painting.

It was a picture of flowers and birds, not big, but extremely vivid and detailed, and the signature was also from Mu Huaian.

Later, Mu Qian uncovered the canvas one by one, and saw that what she had seen and had never seen before were all landscape pictures, pine and crane pictures, pine and crane pictures, horde pictures, and four gentlemen pictures written by Mu Huaian.

She walked around in this strange space, but was completely immersed in the familiar style and artistic conception, almost unable to extricate herself.

Huo Jinxi always stood at the entrance, quietly watching Mu Qian wandering indoors.

Mu Qian carefully read the paintings arranged in sequence from beginning to end, and from end to end, and then suddenly came back to his senses.

She slowly walked to Huo Jinxi and looked up at him, "How did you do it?"

Huo Jinxi did not answer, but looked at the unrevealed painting at the entrance.

Mu Qian looked at him along his gaze, then turned around and carefully uncovered the last painting.

The canvas slowly fell, she saw her hair, her forehead, her eyes... Finally, she saw herself.

That was the last painting created by Mu Huaian. It was freehand and had simple brushwork. It almost only relies on smudges to make a painting. With just a few strokes, the girl’s bright and smiling appearance was outlined.

That was when she was ten years old, and she was under her father's brush.

She has seen this painting, and she has owned it.

She had seen most of the paintings here, but they were eventually scattered in the crowd.

Not long after Mu Huaian's death, Rong Qingzi sold all his paintings, including the portrait of her when she was ten years old, and they all didn't know where she was wandering.

But at this moment, these paintings reappeared in front of her in such an incredible way.

"How did you do it?" She spoke again, her voice was already dull, but she was still repeating the previous question, "How did you do it?"

She knew the answer, but all this was too much like a dream. She couldn't believe that there would be such a dreamy ending in reality.

Huo Jinxi did not answer her question, but said: "From New Year's Day, a three-month art exhibition will be held here. Three months later, it will be renamed Huaian Painting Hall, and you will manage it."
Chapter completed!