sbdcsierra Chapter 79 My Mom Was a Literary Master in the 1990s
Chapter 79 My Mom Was a Literary Master in the 1990s
"Si Yan, what nonsense are you talking about? How are you going to prove it? Are you going to paint on the spot? Teacher Liu is in a hurry to leave."
Yang Cuihua glared fiercely at Si Yan, thinking, "Trying to fool me? Bah!"
I've checked it myself; there's no name on the painting, and no obvious markings.
"If you can't paint, you can at least talk about the inspiration for your paintings."
Hearing Si Yan's words, Yang Cuihua was overjoyed.
The source of inspiration—wasn't this something his son, Wang Shi, had already prepared?
“Sure, let my Wang Shi speak first, so you have more time to make up stories.”
"please."
Si Yan smiled faintly and reached out her hand.
"I was taking a walk in the village when I happened to see a beautiful sunset, so I just sketched it."
Wang Shi spoke with great confidence because the village in that sunset painting was Wangjia Village.
I have the time and place all of that.
After saying that, Wang Shi gave Gu Xiuyuan a smug look.
"Okay, now that you've finished speaking, it's our turn."
"However, our inspiration comes from seeing, not talking."
"Teacher Liu, is that painting of the sunset beside you?"
Seeing this, Teacher Liu nodded and bent down to take it out of the car.
"Comrade, I wonder how you intend to prove it."
After hearing this, Si Yan took out two more paintings from her cloth bag.
"Teacher Liu, let's open the painting together, and you'll understand."
Teacher Liu opened the painting with some skepticism.
After just one glance, Teacher Liu's expression turned ugly.
The painting in the woman's hand and the one in mine were clearly made by the same person.
Even things that I used to find confusing have now become clear.
These three paintings form a series, complementing each other; only when combined can they bring out their full potential.
“Wang Shi’s mother, your behavior is really despicable. No matter how good or bad the painting is, you should not steal other people’s paintings and claim them as your own.”
Yang Cuihua panicked. She didn't understand why Teacher Liu saw through the truth after Si Yan only showed her two paintings.
“Teacher Liu, this painting looks similar. This painting was painted by my son, Wang Shi.”
Seeing Yang Cuihua's stubborn denial, Teacher Liu gave her a disgusted look.
“Mother Wang Shi, I’m not stupid. I can see right from wrong clearly. You don’t need to say anything more. This opportunity is void!”
After saying that, Teacher Liu ignored Yang Cuihua and walked straight towards Si Yan and the others.
"Comrade, I'm sorry I didn't verify it at the time. Firstly, I didn't expect anyone to use this to deceive people. After all, if I went to the city, I would be painting with my other students."
Si Yan knew that in his previous life, Wang Shi had used his sweet talk to get close to another big shot after going to the city, and then lied that he had injured his hand, thus fooling people away from the matter.
In reality, Wang Shi was using Teacher Liu as a stepping stone.
For some reason, Teacher Liu's face turned awkward.
"Comrade, I'm so sorry, I have to leave today because of an urgent matter. Your son is also in this school, right? You wrote his name and class in this notebook. I'll come back to Yun County to find you after I'm done with this."
Si Yan nodded, took the notebook, and began to write.
In fact, Si Yan knew that Teacher Liu might not come. After all, no one is not afraid of trouble, and it involved plagiarism and substitution. Teacher Liu was probably also having doubts.
After taking the notebook back, Teacher Liu drove away, completely ignoring Yang Cuihua and her daughter who were standing to the side looking disheveled.
"Si Yan, are you satisfied now? No one will have another chance. You said your son can't live without you, so why not give this opportunity to my son?"
Yang Cuihua raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed. She never imagined that something that seemed certain could develop like this.
I should have just stolen all the paintings from the drawer myself.
"Yang Cuihua, you're ugly, but you're dreaming. Let me tell you, even if my son doesn't want the opportunity, we won't give it to your son."
"Also, everyone knows that Wang Shi has been noticed by artists. I just saw his school's teachers in the crowd. Let's see how you handle this."
Having successfully sabotaged the whole affair, Si Yan now planned to leave with Gu Xiuyuan.
Although Xiuyuan really wanted to go to the city to study, he had other plans, and that artist didn't seem very reliable.
If you're looking for a teacher, why not look in a big city?
As long as the newspaper sells well, the dividends I receive are enough to cover my living expenses in the city.
On the way back, Si Yan discussed this matter with Gu Xiuyuan.
"Xiuyuan, although you prevented Wang Shi from going to the city this time, you also didn't get the chance to enter the city. Are you sad?"
"No, I know my own limitations. Painting is my hobby, and my paintings are far from being famous. I need to take more time to mature. I believe that gold will always shine."
Gu Xiuyuan's eyes lit up as he spoke, believing that one day his paintings would be seen by more people.
“Our Xiuyuan is quite good, he talks like a little adult.”
Si Yan ruffled Gu Xiuyuan's hair. He was clearly just a little kid, but when he started to reason, he could come up with a whole set of logical points.
"Come on, Xiuyuan, let Mom take you to the place where I submit my work."
As she spoke, Si Yan led Gu Xiuyuan toward the Morning Light Story Club.
After walking for more than twenty minutes, Si Yan didn't dare to go in when she arrived at the door.
Not only has the main gate changed, but there are also many more people coming and going inside.
But before she could ask, Zhao Yu saw her.
"Sister Siyan, this must be your son. He's a very handsome young man. Come with me, my office isn't here."
"Zhao Yu is impressive! How come the company has so many more people after only a few days?"
Si Yan said jokingly.
"This is all thanks to Sister Siyan. Now the whole Yun County is talking about the stories you wrote, and the newspapers are in high demand. So I brought back all the old employees."
At this point, Zhao Yu stopped and looked around.
"Now, we've added three more printing plants to our partnerships, and distributors from other regions are even coming to talk to me about collaborations. Maybe next year, our Morning Light Storytelling newspaper will be selling in the provincial capital."
"We've arrived. This is my new office."
Si Yan went inside and took a look; the decoration was quite nice.
"Then I wish Mr. Zhao all the best in his business in advance."
"Same to you, same to you. Sister Siyan, we've already used up the remaining manuscripts for the latest issue. I wonder how many you brought this time?"
"Don't worry, I wrote more this time, a total of more than 50,000 words."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yu's eyes crinkled into crescent moons with laughter.
"Sis, it's all thanks to you. I won't have to worry for the next two weeks."
"Oh, right, wait a minute, I'll give you your payment for this article."
Zhao Yu opened the office safe, took out five hundred yuan, and handed it to Si Yan.
After receiving her payment for the manuscript, Si Yan took Gu Xiuyuan home.
Little did they know, Yang Cuihua and her son had already come into contact with that pervert, just like in their previous life. Now, he had already gone to the village, waiting for Gu Xiuyuan to be alone.
To achieve her goal, Yang Cuihua spent a full fifty yuan.