Novel Bin Chapter 307 – “Hoho, Huohuohuohuo, would you like some coffee?” (1)
Chapter 307 – “Hoho, Huohuohuohuo, would you like some coffee?” (1)
It was the effect of her Lady Meng Jiang!
Her artwork that has emotions associated with it!
Her original thought was to use a painting about mother and son love to strike up Boss Huo’s mother’s conscience.
But then she vetoed that idea herself. What was the point of her being moved by another mother’s story?
Would that really make her realize her own mistake?
It had been so many years already. Even if she had a shred of love for him, would she have never talked to him once? Would she really realize where she was a wrong about abandoning her own child?
She didn’t think painting the stories of Mencius’s Mother Cuts the Cloth to Teach Him a Lesson or Mencius’s Mother Moving Three Times for Her Son would have that effect on her!
Lady Meng Jiang, on the other hand, looked like it was about a wife who mourned the loss of her husband at first glance but it was, in reality, about the society back then that overexploited their people and making life unbearable for them.
Those who died from working on the Great Wall, from exhaustion, from overworked... there was, however, not one version that Lady Meng Jiang’s husband died because of her curse.
She hoped that this would be able to wake Boss Huo’s mother up!
Who would predict which would come first, tomorrow or an accident?
Who could guarantee that one would live to 100 years old?
So why blame another person’s life and death on another individual? There was certainly no cause and effect between the two!
Gu Shishi sighed.
Gu Shishi was so angry when she painted the painting that she didn’t even use her regular hard pen calligraphy for its caption. The proper and soft style would not be able to convey her indignation and her strong urge to pry open Boss Huo’s mother’s brain. Instead, she opted for a raging cursive style calligraphy all the way to the end and that finally made her feel better!
“Now that I received fondness from it. Did that mean it was successful?”
She was perturbed as she looked at the system’s interface.
That being side, whether she did successfully pry open Boss Huo’s Mother’s brain or not, she had no intention to interact with them for the time being.
Of the Huo’s, with the exception that Huo ChuChu was a genuine person, the others.... Meh.
Even Huo Wencheng, whom original owner was fond of, was one who was unable to think clearly or have questionable behavioral issues.
Even if he was still young at the time it all happened and didn’t know better. But he should figure out by now how ridiculously superstitious this cursing talk was in this day and age.
His mind was even as clear as his younger sister Huo ChuChu. Another braindead product of the author... no wonder he would fall for Gu Wushuang. She figured all it took was some whining form Gu Wushuang and he could no longer tell left from right.
Those two were match made in heaven for sure!
Gu Shishi shook her head.
“Never mind that. My job is done as long as I’ve taught them a lesson.”
She refocused herself and went back to her class.
At this very moment, was like a circus over at the Chen’s.
Mother Huo suddenly broke down and started to bawl. Then it was Grandma Huo, who put on her bifocal lens, studied the painting carefully, and also started to cry.
Both of these women had lost their husbands.
The sadness of the painting reminded them of their own fates.
They could both relate to the painting at that very moment.
They completely blended into the role of Lady Meng Jiang and only wished that their tears could somehow brought their husbands back.
Standing in front of the painting, they all felt that this Ink Painting Guru was simply incredible.
Her painting style was mature and flawless and, as though she could completely relate to their pain that they had experienced, each of the strokes perfectly conveyed their pain of losing their husbands.
“This painter must have experienced losing a loved one or witnessed it happening to someone that she is close to.”
Vice President Huang Chuan lamented.
As such, more and more people walked over to the painting.
After all, Old Mrs. Chen was up there in age and many of those that she had invited were her age and a few of them, inevitably, had lost their spouses.
Even when one passed away in one’s golden years, it would still sadden their loved ones.
As such, nobody was able to comfort Mother Huo and Grandma Huo who were still crying in front of the painting.
Finally, more and more people started crying in front of it.