Author: Thirteen pure onesMachine Translation
She barely managed to cope with it. She was half dead from exhaustion, and she looked much more haggard.
Wang Yue fell ill not long after.
Ruan Xue sent the child to the hospital, and she was so anxious that she cried.
Wang Yuhua rushed back in a hurry, but the result was that his stomach was out of whack.
He overbrewed the milk powder.
There were four people in the Wang family. Father Wang was in the hospital taking care of mother Wang, and now even Wang Yue was in the hospital.
Wang Yuhua practically treated the hospital as his home. Every day, the company, his family, and the hospital collapsed.
In the hospital, he did not feel it when he was rich before, but now, his money was a little tight. That person was inside, spending money every day.
Wang Yuhua hired a nurse to take good care of Wang Yue. Then, he brought mother Wang back from the hospital.
Mother Wang had a stroke and could not move half of her body, but she was still restless and had big thoughts.
Ruan Xue quarreled with her every day. Accompanied by the child’s crying, the family was restless every day.
Things were not going well at home. Wang Yuhua was also having a hard time in the company.
Because he was too tired, he had been making mistakes in the matters at hand recently. He had been pointed out by the head office several times.
If this continued, he would not be able to sit firmly as the general manager of Lin city.
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The money that was awarded by the court gradually came into Xia Ling’s hands.
Father Mu and mother Tang were not too clear about how Xia Ling and Wang Yuhua got divorced.
However, seeing Xia Ling go to the spa once a day and then go out and drive back a black Mercedes, it was obvious that she was very extravagant.
They knew in their hearts that Mu Qing had money.
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Xia Ling would appear in the calligraphy and painting association whenever she had nothing to do and participate in activities.
She was beautiful, and her hands were also beautiful in traditional Chinese painting. Gradually, she showed her face in the calligraphy and Painting Association, and with the help of the seniors, she began to advance to other activities.
In the low-level Art Circle, it was simply a matter of popularity.
Everyone praised each other at the same level and compared who praised the other better.
However, if you really had the ability, you would attract the attention of those who had the ability.
They would attract you as a confidant and interact with them, so your status in the art circle would naturally be higher.
Of course, at this time, the spiritual energy and foundation of painting became even more important.
At this level, as long as you didn’t get lost, you could sell your painting for a good price
The better you paint, the more knowledgeable people would be willing to collect your paintings.
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This was a step-by-step process.
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Xia Ling had experienced three or four worlds before, so it wasn’t difficult at all for her to become a top-tier fortune-teller in the art circle.
At first, she started from the calligraphy and Painting Association, and then she made a name for herself with fine-brush Chinese paintings.
She named herself ‘mountain rock loose cultivator’ .
People who lived between mountains and rocks freely had a willful attitude.
Similarly, her paintings were the same.
Her strokes were willful, but if someone attacked her, she would occasionally use her paintings to mock and fight back.
She had fused many of the insights of the world.
When she was painting, Xia Ling was the best at calming her heart. Her photographic memory allowed her to recreate every detail in her paintings.
Fine-brush Chinese painting was displayed to the extreme in her hands.
She was painting happily. In the circle, other than some people who wore the skin of art, there were also many old seniors who were both virtuous and artistic.
In the middle, there was an old senior who liked her painting “Kingfisher. “.
She brought him along and brought her into the circle of painting and calligraphy in the capital.
Xia Ling’s fame grew with each passing day.
When she entered the painting and Calligraphy Association and her paintings were exhibited, the first level of the small pyramid lit up.
When she represented the city’s painting and Calligraphy Association to participate in the painting and calligraphy exhibition held in the capital.
When her paintings were framed, that meticulous figure was full of vigor. In the end, after a few days, the people who saw her paintings were used to touching the wood in the lower right corner. They even touched the framed painting until the color faded.
Xia Ling was also famous because of this.
