Seeing that Zhao Bin didn't speak, Ruling continued proudly:
"His name is Tan Lang. It's not Qin Shihuang's Qin. It's Tan whose surname goes to the word next to the words. This word is not common, and many people don't know it. They think they also read Tan! He is not only a different surname, but also a person. Not so much. A genius, he won a world-class award without going to elementary school, graduated from high school and went to study in France with a master's degree. He is five years older than me, and his artistic accomplishments are much better than mine. He is now preparing his own The exhibition is not small in scale. If you return to Bincheng in the near future, I can take you to visit it."
Speaking of Tan Lang Ruling, he was eloquent, and his praise was beyond words, but Zhao Bin was not moved, and his expression was a little disdainful.
"Studying in France! The Chinese students studying in countries like the UK, France, and Italy are all children of rich families. They just have a diploma, and they don't have real talents, especially art. It's not worth mentioning .¡±
Ruling made no secret of her displeasure.
"To generalize, you have never seen him or his works, so how can you conclude that he is a pseudo-artist with a mixed degree? I major in design, and I have the most right to say whether he has talent or not."
Zhao Bin didn't want to make Ruling unhappy, so he immediately followed suit.
"Yes, I am a little subjective. In recent years, I have brought many Chinese groups in Italy, and received many parents who are looking for schools for their children. Apart from being rich, other aspects of quality are really not flattering, so As far as empiricism is concerned, preconceived ideas come first. Lingling, you are an artist in my mother¡¯s heart! Design a dress for me sometime, let me also How should I put it, huh! Yes, just with friends Take a breath."
Ruling was very cheerful.
"I'll measure your size when I get back later. It's a gift from me. What style do you like? Chinese style or European and American style? Retro or avant-garde?"
Zhao Bin was very excited.
"Really? You keep your word, baby! What style? Lingling's style! As long as it's your style, mom likes it."
"Thank you for your trust. Don't worry, I will not let you down, and I will definitely be able to embarrass you in front of your friends!"
Zhao Bin gave a thumbs up to praise Ling Ling, and his heart gradually became more at ease. As a well-informed woman, it is not difficult for a little transparent like Ru Ling to figure it out. She is more and more confident in pulling such a lovely daughter back to her side. Besides, she still has so many useless trump cards. If she really uses them, how can she, a little girl with little experience in the world, resist it!
After kelly's evening class, he followed the professor to participate in a small music salon. During the period, kelly gave a performance, and colleagues exchanged ideas with each other. It was very enjoyable. When I returned to the dormitory, it was almost 12 o'clock.
She tiptoedly pushed open the door, and the room was pitch black. Kelly was afraid of disturbing the sleeping Shan Lixia, so she turned off the headlights and slowly moved towards the bedside, trying to turn on the bedside lamp for illumination. At a distance, Shan Lixia's bedside lamp turned on.
"If you don't come back, I will call the police."
The light was very warm, Kelly laughed and teased.
"Is it very late? It's not even twelve o'clock! You came back a few times at Lao Tan's place, and I didn't call the police."
An ordinary joke made Shan Lixia shudder.
"I Am I really that much?"
Kelly changed her clothes, and sat down beside Shan Lixia.
"That's too much! But it doesn't matter, the relationship between you two is there, I don't worry."
Kelly spoke very naturally, and didn't notice that Shan Lixia had changed color.
"IIkelly, youto be honest, not kidding, seriously, in your eyes, what is the relationship between me and oldTan Lang?"
"Seriously, then I have to think about it Let me be honest, you won't turn your back on me, will you?"
Shan Lixia's voice began to tremble.
"Then that is, you think I have that kind of relationship with him?"
"It's not who thought, dear, it's the relationship between you two. Why did you think of discussing this with me? Are you asking for my opinion? I don't hesitate, it's suitable, you two are very suitable."
As soon as Kelly finished speaking, her hand was suddenly grabbed by Shan Lixia. It was a pair of cold hands, and Kelly was startled by the ice. Only then did she realize that Shan Lixia, who had been sitting leaning against the wall, had disheveled hair, a pale face, and red and swollen eyes filled with tears.
"You what happened to you?"
Looking at Kelly's concerned eyes, Shan Lixia couldn't help crying.??, what are you asking? how to ask? Even if she, Shan Lixia, really has feelings for Tan Lang, can she still choose after Wang Ruling?
the answer is negative. Many things in the past can be forgotten, but can you forget the grace of saving your life? At the beginning of her life, if it weren't for those warm little hands that held her tightly, would she have everything she has today?
When she first arrived at Wang's house, Shan Lixia seemed to be fine on the surface, but she actually suffered from insomnia every night, and when she finally fell asleep, she would be woken up by nightmares. When he woke up, he faced an inescapable darkness.
Fear, insurmountable, pain, hard to shake off, Shan Lixia's tears flowed uncontrollably, but before they flowed to her lips, a fleshy little hand stopped them.
"Sister, did you dream about a monster? Don't be afraid, Lingling is here, and Lingling will help you defeat it!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com