meet you and light

In the early stage of getting in the car, I connected to Chu Yanchen's call.

"Why are you running around with your injuries?!"

As soon as the call was connected, a roar came from the receiver.

I settled down: "Mr. Chu, thank you very much for taking care of my patient for one night, but I'm fine now."

"So? Leave a note of thanks?"

I scratched my hair: "How about treating you to dinner another day?"

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.

"By the way, I have already paid for the medical expenses. Let me put it this way first, I still have something to do."

Before Chu Yanchen could reply, I immediately cut off the line.

Feng Duoduo, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had already let out a sigh of "tsk tsk". Seeing me getting into the car, she smiled and said, "Rescue people in the fire scene, and stay in bed late at night. May I ask Director Zhou what kind of plot is this?"

"Now is not the time for jokes."

"I'm serious," Feng Duoduo elbowed me down, "Is this a good prelude?"

Thinking of what Chu Yandong said at the event, I shook my head: "Who knows."

"Alright, let Chu Yanchen know that not all the women in the world want to marry him, so show him some color."

"Okay, let's go." I glanced at the time, "The reporter's side, the content of the interview must be released at a certain time."

"clear."

After the words fell, Feng Duoduo stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.

The car was speeding all the way, and soon arrived at the art museum. After yesterday's incident, the outside of the museum was blocked by a seal. A few reporters squatted at the door to guard, probably because they were afraid of the Han family's despotic power and did not dare to do anything else .

I winked at Feng Duoduo, and the car bypassed the back door.

After confirming that there were no reporters, the two of us sneaked into the museum. Unexpectedly, as soon as we entered the door, a question sounded beside our ears, which scared the two of us to death.

Looking up, it was none other than Han Yichuan's assistant.

When the assistant saw us, he ran over like a savior: "Miss Zhou, it's a pleasure to meet you. I knew you must be worried about this place. Hurry up and persuade Teacher Han."

I looked the entire exhibition hall up and down. Fortunately, except for the severe burn marks in the storage room, other places are intact-if you ignore the ornaments and decorations that were crushed by people fleeing.

It seems that the fire was extinguished in time.

"If it's such a mess, didn't you get someone to clean it up?"

The assistant gave me a depressed look and said, "I also mean the same thing, but if Teacher Han doesn't nod, none of us dare to be the master."

Han Yichuan has always loved painting like his life, how could he allow these beloved things to lie in the filth?

"Miss Zhou, don't you know that Mr. Han's favorite paintings were burned to ashes in the fire last night," the assistant said in a low voice, "Because of this, Mr. Han has been taking a bite from last night until now." I didn't even drink any water, so I sat alone in the storage room, and I couldn't persuade him no matter how hard I tried."

I looked at the storage room in astonishment: "You mean, Han Yichuan is in there now."

The assistant nodded affirmatively.

God, everyone knows that the smoke is the most poisonous after a fire. In many fires, fewer people were burned to death and more people were smoked to death. Han Yichuan was desperate.

"Miss Zhou, you can go over and persuade Teacher Han."

I glanced at the storage room and asked, "Didn't you call Mrs. Han?"

The assistant gave me a cautious look, but hesitated to speak.

"what happened?"

"Miss Zhou, teacher... He and his wife are already going through divorce procedures."

I opened my mouth in surprise.

"I was responsible for this matter alone. The teacher refused to tell others. In addition, my wife came twice, but she couldn't persuade her at all."

This assistant is really interesting, something that Zhou Changhuan can't persuade, but here he embarrasses me.

I'm just here to find out the truth, okay?
Forget it, I happen to owe him Han Yichuan a few favors, and no one would want something like this happening in the house on fire, so he can't just let him be smoked to death.

"Has the circuit been overhauled?"

"The fire department has already confirmed that the burning area is not large, and those online are all fuss."

I responded and walked towards the storage room.

Before getting close to the door frame, a thick layer of ash was already on the feet. Looking into the room, someone was leaning against the black wall and "reflecting".

Taking a closer look, Han Yichuan's eyes were bloodshot, probably because of his anger and not sleeping all night.

If he suffers like this, everyone will suffer.

Han Yichuan was still holding the burned frame of the painting with only one corner left in his hand.

As far as I know, the ones in the storage room are all his darlings. It is not easy to create, and I can understand this heartache.

"Ahem..." I cleared my throat and said, "Why are you here?"

The man in the corner was motionless.

When I was nervous, I walked forward quickly, tugged Han Yichuan's arm, and said, "Are you okay?"

Only then did Han Yichuan come back to his senses. When he saw me, he looked sad and bit his lips tightly.

I know he is patient.

"I'm sorry, if only I found out sooner..."

With wet eyes, Han Yichuan shook his head and said, "This is intentional, it's useless."

"I heard from the assistant that you haven't slept all night, why don't you go back and rest first?"

Han Yichuan shook his head again: "The paintings are gone, what's the point of my life?"

I looked at the man in front of me in a panic, and said consolingly, "You can paint again when the painting is gone. There will be a long time to come, and you will definitely be able to draw more wonderful works."

Han Yichuan slowly raised his head, looked at me, choked up and said, ""Avenue of Xinghua", it's gone."

Avenue of Xinghua is Han Yichuan's first award-winning work, and it is also the "work of love" between the two of us back then.

"So what, what is more precious than it, haven't we all lost it?"

The innocence, enthusiasm, and recklessness of youth, the courage and attitude of only wishing to be with one person in a lifetime, have gradually disappeared with age.

"One word awakens the dreamer," Han Yichuan grinned and smiled bitterly: "I lost more than that."

Seeing that Han Yichuan was sitting still, I simply sat down and said, "Yichuan, I know you are sad now, but there is one more important thing we need to do."

"Have it?"

"Yes," I said firmly, "find the person who set the fire and bring him to justice."

Han Yichuan sighed: "So what if we are brought to justice, my painting will never come back."

"Don't you want to know who is so vicious?" I said earnestly and kindly: "Who is it, who entered this storage room so easily, and why, he must burn the paintings here."

Han Yichuan had a puzzled look on his face.

"This is what I think, there is always a reason for a person to do something," I continued to persuade, "If this person chooses to deliberately set fire, there must be his reason. For the museum, for that person, I think We must seek an explanation from the person who set the fire."

Han Yichuan clenched his fists.

"how do you want to do it?"

I smiled: "First of all, you have to wash up first, let's discuss in the long run."

"Go out first, it's not safe here." Han Yichuan immediately got up and said, "If you need anything, just ask."

I immediately got up, looked seriously at the decadent man in front of me, and said, "There are surveillance cameras installed in every corner of the art museum, and these surveillance cameras are uploaded to the space at regular intervals. I need these."

There were 200 exhibitors. If I guessed correctly, the arsonists must have destroyed the surveillance cameras in the storage room in advance.

But it doesn't matter, the progress and exhibitions are monitored, as long as we compare them one by one, we can find the uninvited person.

At that time, everything will have its own answer.