Chapter 7 (7)

On Monday afternoon, Co Quan Dao was scheduled to teach at the Institute of Fine Arts. Because he hasn't slept well for a long time, he often wakes up late in the morning, usually having to eat breakfast and lunch before going to school. The number of times I've been to an art gallery in the morning like today is truly extremely small. Co Quan Da was holding a cup and drinking black coffee, staring at his brother for a long time before reacting.

Co Quan Dao frowned and said, "Aren't you afraid that your stomach won't be able to handle drinking so much black coffee? If you're too sleepy, go back to sleep." "The painting exhibition is about to open. There are so many things that need to be done. It was very difficult to convince my father to bring out the works he painted over the past few years. I can't let this exhibition fail." Co Quan Da found a cup of tea for his brother and said, "Yesterday I went to Van Van bar. I hadn't been here for a long time so I came back a little late and didn't sleep until after three o'clock in the morning. Today my eyes are all swollen, it's true." regret". Co Quan Dao looked at her with a funny look, "He's 30 years old but he still feels like he's only 3 years old. I'm worried for A Thich. Later, when his wife calls his child to cry, he doesn't know how he will live. This afternoon, I make an appointment." Let's go eat together, and by the way, discuss the wedding." Co Quan Da shook his head repeatedly and said: "A Thich and I have agreed. If you haven't gotten married yet, we won't get married either. If you love me and don't want me to become an old woman, then find a sister-in-law for me." you go". Co Quan Dao took a sip of tea, silently staring at a calligraphy on the office wall: "Wild Dou Nhan Chau Tu Truong". There was no signature but he could recognize that it was his mother's handwriting, elegant and soft, the words were like people. His mother didn't leave behind many paintings and drawings, all of which he kept carefully in the drawing room. But this was the first time he had seen this calligraphy. "I brought here some of the works for this exhibition." Co Quan Da said softly, "This gallery is my mother's passion. I want to keep one of her works here. Later, I will tell someone to hang it up in your office." "I don't come here often, just hang it out here. When did mom write this calligraphy?" Co Quan Dao asked. In the last few years, my mother was depressed and hardly touched her pen, but through the style of writing, we can see that this is a work from a later period. "I asked dad but he didn't say." Co Quan Da secretly glanced at his brother. The typical work "Tru Chau Tay Simple" by the Tang Dynasty poet Vi Ung Vu wrote: "I only love the grass that lives by the creek, on the tree there are golden birds singing. Spring tide brings late spring rain, the wharf is deserted with no ferrymen horizontal rotation". The whole poem borrows scenes from love scenes, one can feel the poet's indifference to fame and fortune and his sad mood. However, when writing this sentence, what is your mother's feeling?

On Monday afternoon, Co Quan Dao was scheduled to teach at the Institute of Fine Arts. Because he hasn't slept well for a long time, he often wakes up late in the morning, usually having to eat breakfast and lunch before going to school. The number of times I've been to an art gallery in the morning like today is truly extremely small. Co Quan Da was holding a cup and drinking black coffee, staring at his brother for a long time before reacting. Co Quan Dao frowned and said, "Aren't you afraid that your stomach won't be able to handle drinking so much black coffee? If you're too sleepy, go back to sleep." "The painting exhibition is about to open. There are so many things that need to be done. It was very difficult to convince my father to bring out the works he painted over the past few years. I can't let this exhibition fail." Co Quan Da found a cup of tea for his brother and said, "Yesterday I went to Van Van bar. I hadn't been here for a long time so I came back a little late and didn't sleep until after three o'clock in the morning. Today my eyes are all swollen, it's true." regret". Co Quan Dao looked at her with a funny look, "He's 30 years old but he still feels like he's only 3 years old. I'm worried for A Thich. Later, when his wife calls his child to cry, he doesn't know how he will live. This afternoon, I make an appointment." Let's go eat together, and by the way, discuss the wedding." Co Quan Da shook his head repeatedly and said: "A Thich and I have agreed. If you haven't gotten married yet, we won't get married either. If you love me and don't want me to become an old woman, then find a sister-in-law for me." you go". Co Quan Dao took a sip of tea, silently staring at a calligraphy on the office wall: "Wild Dou Nhan Chau Tu Truong". There was no signature but he could recognize that it was his mother's handwriting, elegant and soft, the words were like people. His mother didn't leave behind many paintings and drawings, all of which he kept carefully in the drawing room. But this was the first time he had seen this calligraphy. "I brought here some of the works for this exhibition." Co Quan Da said softly, "This gallery is my mother's passion. I want to keep one of her works here. Later, I will tell someone to hang it up in your office." "I don't come here often, just hang it out here. When did mom write this calligraphy?" Co Quan Dao asked. In the last few years, my mother was depressed and hardly touched her pen, but through the style of writing, we can see that this is a work from a later period. "I asked dad but he didn't say." Co Quan Da secretly glanced at his brother. The typical work "Tru Chau Tay Simple" by the Tang Dynasty poet Vi Ung Vu wrote: "I only love the grass that lives by the creek, on the tree there are golden birds singing. Spring tide brings late spring rain, the wharf is deserted with no ferrymen horizontal rotation". The whole poem borrows scenes from love scenes, one can feel the poet's indifference to fame and fortune and his sad mood. However, when writing this sentence, what is your mother's feeling?