Old Xu used the method of keeping a dog to fall in love

Xu Wenhua sat on a painting table in his home, and there were several paintings on it, but none of the portraits had faces.

"What kind of posture do you like?" Xu Wenhua chuckled lightly, scanning the paintings on the table with his fingers: "Which place of yours is the best?"

Each one is a picture of a horrible dead body pose.

After a long time, Xu Wenhua took a fancy to a painting and painted a face with a smile.

This face is Jiang Liren's.

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Hello everyone, my name is Jiang Liren.I've been a little confused lately.

Let me recall it for everyone.

I lost my memory not long ago, and then I got a [bag] that I don't know if it was me.

After opening the bag, I found a stack of paintings inside the bag.Here comes the important point: this is a pile of murder paintings.

Later, my dad, my brother-in-law got a case.Here comes the point: this homicide is exactly the same as the painting in the black bag.

OKNow the most important point is: Is the owner of those portraits me?Did I do the murder?

In the evening, after discussing the plot with my father and brother-in-law, I went back to my rental house by myself.

I am now squatting in the toilet sadly, really very sad.

Well, let me continue to sort out what I should do in the future.

My purpose is: to verify whether I am the owner of the portrait.

Step [-]: Recall previous memories.

Mark ×, this is a test of my European spirit.I don't know how to restore my memory, and the doctor just told me to rest, and didn't tell me how to recall it.

Method [-]: Find the owner of the portrait.

Hit X, the premise of this is that I am not the owner of the portrait.If I am the owner of the portrait myself, then my practice is a joke.

Sudden!I had an epiphany!

The artistry of this painting is very good, so it can be painted lifelike.I just need to know if I can draw or not.Ha ha ha ha.

Method [-]: Find evidence of whether I can draw or not.Hit √.

At the beginning, I searched all over my little house, but I didn't find a single picture.

I thought about it, and it's normal.If I were a murderer, I wouldn't release my criminal evidence so easily. It must be in a place where I can't find it and can only find it through certain codes, passwords and the like.

It's a pity that I have amnesia now, and I don't remember the hidden compartments in my house.

On weekends, I went to my parents again.Only my mother and sister are here today.Probably father and brother-in-law went to investigate the case again.

I say hello as soon as I walk in the door.

My sister brought my eldest nephew to me, and said, "Take it with me, I will help my mother make dumplings."

I nodded.

I ran around the house with my little nephew to see if I could find my old things.

In the end, I searched all over the obvious place but couldn't find it, so the eldest nephew in my arms just yelled "Yi Yi Ya Ya" in a foolish way.

"Gulu, Gulu." Suddenly the eldest nephew heard a familiar voice—the sound of spitting milk.

I stared at him with wide eyes.He opened his mouth wide, and then... he smiled, but didn't spit.

"Little bastard, you scared your old uncle to death." I patted my eldest nephew pretendingly.

Suddenly, my sister's voice came in: "What kind of old uncle are you, don't you have ACD in your heart? You are just his little uncle."

I stopped and said, "Why not? I'm older than him, so I'm old; then I'm on his mother's side, so I'm my uncle?" I think I'm very right, I'm my old uncle.

The old lady rolled her eyes and said: "My old uncle also means uncle, but people mean more of a person who says 'virtuous and respected'. What does it matter to you?" Then the old lady continued: "And this is the Wu dialect on the other side of the Yangtze River. Here you go. Your brother-in-law said it’s okay, tell me, why do you have the face to speak Wu dialect?”

I was silent for a while, the old lady's poisonous tongue is indeed vicious.

Then, the elder sister hugged the eldest nephew from my hand.

Mom was also tidying up at this time, and came over wiping her hands with her apron. When she saw me, she asked, "I just saw you poking your butt, what are you looking for?"

I scratched my head, and pretended to say: "I really want to remember something."

Sister, my mother asked me at the same time: "What memories do you have? What memories have you recovered?"

I said: "I remember, I seem to have painted in the past." Look at me to paraphrase their words.

I can't dig out my little house, so I'll see if I can find it in my parents' place.

I judge from the painters of those murder paintings that they must not have been trained in a day or two, but have worked hard.And it is impossible for me to teach myself such a powerful painter without telling my family.so!My parents will definitely be able to find evidence of whether I have learned to draw or not.

If my mother said that I didn't learn it, then the murder painting must not be mine, and I will be a witness to help my father solve the case.

If my mother said that I have learned it, then I will take a look at the painting and compare it to know whether the murder painting is mine.

Hee hee hee, I'm such a clever little ghost.

"Yes, you used to learn to paint." Mom said.

The old lady was surprised at the side: "Your brain is like Alzheimer's now. You can't remember in the near future, but you always remember the past memories."

... Old lady, are you scolding me?

I straightened up, and kept my inner excitement about the answer from showing, I asked, "I want to see my drawing." Oh yeah, I'm almost getting my answer.

"Are you stupid? It's all said that it happened in the past. After you moved out, we threw away your paintings. Your paintings take up space and are messy." The old lady directly complained.

? ? ?What's the meaning? ? ?

My mother explained: "Don't say that, you used to draw really well."

"No, are there no paintings left?" I asked again nervously.

The old lady shook her head: "Who will keep your painting like that ghost? You thought you were a painter, you want to frame it?"

My mother disagreed and said: "Don't say that, your brother has been learning to draw since the fifth grade of elementary school. The teachers in the Academy of Fine Arts even praised your brother for his lifelike paintings."

Wait a minute, I didn't catch that, when did I learn it?Do I have so much time to learn to paint?And what does it mean to be lifelike?Is it as lifelike as I describe those murder paintings? ! !

I was about to cry and said, "Am I so good at painting?"

I don't have a single painting on hand now, so I can't compare the murder pictures.But according to my mother's description, my drawing is still very realistic, isn't it similar to a murder picture?

"It's that strong. Back then, you were allowed to enter the Academy of Fine Arts when you took the college entrance examination. But you were not bad in cultural subjects, so I didn't let you go to academic subjects." My mother affirmed my painter.

It's dying.

I left my parents' room in a daze, and it was drizzling outside.

Oh... the cold icy rain slapped my face indiscriminately, making my heart die in brilliance.

I went to the supermarket downstairs, bought a bottle of soy sauce and went back to my parents' house.

As soon as I entered the house, my mother said to me: "Call your father and ask when he will be back."

I nodded painfully.

"Dad, when are you coming back?" I called my dad.

There was a lot of noise on my dad's side, and my dad said loudly to me: "I didn't hear what you said clearly."

I repeat aloud.

Dad said: "Probably not coming back, I'm outside." Before I could speak, Dad hung up on me directly.

???

Why did dad go out to work?But thinking about it, today was originally the weekend, so I should have worked overtime on my own and went to the field.Dad and brother-in-law are also working hard.

I went back and told my mother about it, and my mother didn't respond but said lightly: "Got it."

I am obediently sitting on the sofa, next to my eldest nephew.We are watching early education film.

I don't think my brain has degenerated into a child's state. I protested a bit, but my elder sister said: "What do you think is the difference between you and my son now? No memory, no ideas, only eating and drinking Go and watch it with my son!"

KO

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee."

"Oh, I see." I replied.In fact, I don't know anything, I don't understand anything.

"Puda puda" the eldest nephew is playing with my purse.

I glanced at my eldest nephew and then at my purse.Then I kissed my eldest nephew.

Hey, the eldest nephew saw that your old uncle is alone now, his heart is surging, his thoughts are too much, so he mentioned his old uncle.

When I saw my purse, I remembered Miss Xu Wenhua's business card that I kept in my purse.

So many things happened during this time, I almost forgot about my peach blossom.

Hey... Do I want to add this young lady to the newsletter? If I add it, I feel like betraying my goddess. If I don't, it seems like I've failed such a beautiful young lady.

After much deliberation, I still added it.

After all, adults face multiple-choice questions: I want them all!

I searched for Miss Sister's phone number on the communication software, and quickly found it and added it.

[Hi, hello duck.I was the one on the rooftop that day. ] I sent it, hehe, Miss Sister should still remember me, I am someone who can speak in her second tone.Should be very unique.

The little sister quickly replied: [I remember you, little brother (*￣︶￣)]

Oh my god, Miss Wenhua is so cute, and the expression on her hair is so cute.

【Hey, what are you doing? (*?▽?*)】I also sent out a facial expression in a courteous way, and I wanted to use the same thing as the young lady, so that the young lady would feel that I have a lot of common language with her, and then the young lady would think that I am a soulmate La.

[Little brother, before you say this, please tell me your name, I don’t know your name yet. o(╥﹏╥)o] Said the young lady.

Oh my god, haven't I mentioned my name to my little sister? What a big mistake.However, the young lady doesn't even know my name, and she is so warm to me after meeting me once.Hee hee, she must like me.

I hurriedly typed it up, and also Baidu some poems, which forced me to have a poetic temperament: [My name is Jiang Liren, and the river is "just like a river of spring water flowing eastward". The etiquette accepted by propriety and righteousness is the benevolence of "benevolence is one's own responsibility, and it is not too important". 】

I think the young lady will feel that I am very cultural, hehe.In addition to being able to make a warm man, I can also make a poet.

It took a while for the young lady to reply to me: [You are so cute. 】

Is this how the young lady positioned my character?It doesn't matter, I can not only be a big wolf dog, but also a little milk dog.I also can!

"Come over for dinner!" Mom yelled in the dining room.

I hastily sent a message to my young lady and said: [My mother asked me to go to dinner, let's chat later. 】Coupled with cute emoticons.

[Well, then you should eat more and gain weight~] The young lady replied.

Oh my god, my little sister's little waves have reached my heart.

"Jiang Liren, why are you smirking at the phone, don't mess with my son, who is just as stupid as you." The old lady came over to pick up the eldest nephew, and slapped me by the way.

I express my happiness, you don't understand.

The author has something to say:

Last quiz answer: B: Old Xu's.Of course it was Old Xu's. The author is so kind, how could he treat Goddess Xu as a tool.

This quiz: Why did Lao Xu hook up with Xiao Jiang?

A: Take a picture of his body.

B: Picture his love.

C: Other.

Preview: Am I the owner of the murder painting?Will Xu Wenhua and I have love?If you can predict what will happen next, just comment and you will know.