Poisoning

Guan He's hair was coiled, a woman in her 40s, with makeup on, making her look in her 30s. Chen Zixiang thought to himself, what's the point of this? Is there a difference between 30 and 40?

She handed him 2000 yuan.Chen Zixiang talked with her about the development history of Western art, and while talking, Chen Zixiang said hesitantly, "Do you have a job to introduce to me, the kind of job that paints graffiti on the street is fine."

Guan He looked at him in surprise, and said, "What? Is the artist short of money? Your family is not bad, you don't need to work so hard just in your sophomore year, and you have talent. You will be a famous designer or a famous painter in the future. maybe."

Chen Zixiang didn't enjoy her compliments at all. He shook his head helplessly and said, "I'm really short of money. If you have a job, you must recommend it to me. I can do anything."

Guan He held his handbag, put on his sunglasses, and said, "Okay, I'll pay attention to you." When he came out of the cafe, the rain was already light. Tossed in two coins to take the car to the school, followed the class all day in a daze, and when school was over at five o'clock, he couldn't wait to follow Fan Qiuming.

Fan Qiuming got into a car when he came out of a university of finance and economics he was studying, and Chuyuan was with him, and it seemed that they had a party again. Their nightlife was so exciting every night, and they squandered time tirelessly.

Chen Zixiang told the taxi driver to follow the red sports car.Fan Qiuming and the others arrived at the Pigment International Entertainment Club on Jiqiao Road. Chuyuan dragged Fan Qiuming in by his arm.

Chen Zixiang also wanted to go in, but there were a few security guards at the door, and he turned back from the steps he had just taken, squatting at the door, squatting for too long, when he got up, he staggered forward several steps, almost Knocking his head against a telegraph pole, he entered a fast food restaurant, ordered fried rice and soup, and became clearer, but there was still no one he wanted to meet at the door of the opposite clubhouse. At 09:30, he Seeing Chuyuan come out, he drove away soberly. At ten or ten, Fan Qiuming also came out, and was trapped by Liu Wei'an's arms.

Fan Qiuming asked Yang Yibai to take a taxi by himself, and he got into Liu Wei'an's car after the cold wind blew for a while. Chen Zixiang felt that he didn't need to chase after him anymore, and was unwilling, so he sent a few concerned text messages to Fan Qiuming.

When Chen Zixiang returned home, he was still alone. His mind was as dark as dusk, and he was dizzy even looking at everything. It was easier to fall asleep. He curled up like a black cat coiled around bed.The fluffy hair blown by the wind, the obviously thin frontal bone, and the two thin hands.Guan He stared at him for a long time, feeling that the vague outline in front of him was already thin and out of shape.

"Tell me the truth seriously," Guan He approached, and said in a very low voice, "Have you been skating? You art students like to do these things the most."

Chen Zixiang smiled, like a candle in the wind, and said, "No, I don't have the money to suck that thing, I'm just getting old, I don't feel like eating, and I don't have the strength to do things."

Guan He touched his hand and said, "I probably guessed that it might be related to your lack of money. I have a job for you to do. If you do well, you can get 5 yuan."

Chen Zixiang's jaw trembled, and he said, "What kind of work? I will try my best to do it well." Guan He said, "It's hard to talk here. Come with me to see someone."

Guan He drove Chen Zixiang into a dilapidated alley on Fengxi Road. On the second floor of a canteen selling cigarettes and alcohol, Chen Zixiang saw a short, fat middle-aged man with his lips turned outward. Very greasy, he gave Chen Zixiang a business card, but the title on the business card was very imposing. He was the manager of an art gallery and also worked as an antique appraiser. At this moment, Chen Zixiang came to his senses. He glanced at Guan He and sat down. , and then the man handed over the teacup.

The teacup is an iron blue porcelain cup, simple and very textured, it must be a man's collection, and the man's name is Fan Wanmei.When Chen Zixiang heard him announce his name, he shook his body for a while. He couldn't hear everything about Fan Qiuming, and he even avoided that surname.

Fan Wanmei began to talk about the history of his ancestors. Some kind of grandfather in his family was an aisle during the Guangxu period. It was because of this bragging history that he started this business. He had a way to buy a piece of rice paper from the Qianlong period. A person with profound artistic attainments draws a piece of Zheng Banqiao's work.

Guan He assured Lao Fan, saying, "Chen Zixiang is the most promising painter I have ever seen, he can definitely confuse the real with the fake."

Fan Wanmei nodded, and said to Chen Zixiang, "I asked Guan He to bring me some of your old works. I read them carefully. You have great potential, but you are too young. I need to find a master to teach you."

Chen Zixiang said, "How long do you have to teach me?" Fan Wanmei said with a smile, "It depends on your level, but to copy Zheng Banqiao's paintings, you must at least learn his painting habits before his death. You can't touch that piece of rice paper."

Chen Zixiang smiled sickly, and said, "It will take a long time."

Fan Wanmei stopped laughing, looked at Guan He, Guan He pulled Chen Zixiang aside, and said, "Are you going to do it?" Chen Zixiang said in embarrassment, "To tell you the truth, I was too eager to ask for money, and I didn't have the heart to copy it." Zheng Banqiao, even if I've been painting for ten years, I'm afraid I can't touch that piece of rice paper."

Guan He made it difficult for him, but Chen Zixiang himself also had a depressed face. When he looked carefully, the ends of his hair were dry and yellow. Following Chen Zixiang out of the alley.Chen Zixiang returned to the Academy of Fine Arts, and his tutor, Professor Zeng Yuling, called him to the office to talk.The professor has a plump face, thick eyelids, and an amiable appearance. She is looking for Chen Zixiang for the pattern collection contest held by the Municipal Art Museum. Chen Zixiang is one of her most proud students. She wants to push her out as a famous painter , for a painter, reputation is very important.

Chen Zixiang asked for a cup of coffee. The professor gave him a bowl of oatmeal and said, "You are not in this state. What happened to you recently? I don't see you coming to the school to attend lectures. You still have to attend some theoretical classes.

Chen Zixiang was not interested in this sweet-smelling oatmeal, so he put the rim of the cup to his mouth, took a symbolic sip, then pushed it aside, forced a smile, and said, "I'm so thin because of an illness. It will be all right soon."

No. 1 in this solicitation contest will have a prize of 2 yuan. Just for this money, he will go all out. After talking to the professor, he said that he was not feeling well and slipped away from the school.

Chapter 37

In order to track Fan Qiuming, the taxi fare alone cost thousands of yuan. Chen Zixiang gave the driver 50 yuan, but the driver did not change the money. Chen Zixiang was still waiting for the change. He lowered his head in embarrassment, fumbled for money in his pocket, and found a twenty. The driver gave him the change before letting him out of the car.

Fan Qiuming and Yang Yibai were shopping at the fruit stand and asked for a bag of tangerines and a bag of bananas. Later, Yang Yibai wanted sugar cane, so the two turned back and asked the vendor to peel a sugar cane.

Fan Qiuming smiled and said, "How far has Xu Youchun and you progressed?" Yang Yibai dared not speak in front of the vendor, and looked at him with a smile. Fan Qiuming peeled a tangerine and stuffed a piece into his mouth first. Break off another petal and give it to Yang Yibai.

Yang Yibai shook his head with a smile and said, "No, we just had a few meals together."

Fan Qiuming said, "Okay, the longer you delay, the better."

Yang Yibai blushed and said, "What am I procrastinating for? I don't need to procrastinate, we are friends."

Fan Qiuming grinned, carried the bag, and said, "Look at the glass in front of us."

Yang Yibo looked up, and there were two glass doors in front of him. He said, "What's there to see, Huainan Beef Noodle Soup, do you want to go in and eat?"

Fan Qiuming pointed to the door and said, "Look at the figures reflected on the glass." Yang Yibo took a closer look, and sure enough, under the sunlight, the glass door reflected the pedestrians coming and going on the street, but there was one person who kept picking at the door. Looking at them from a corner of the wall.Fan Qiuming said with a smile, "I won't leave, you go and help me catch this man."

Yang Yibai pretended to be leaving by himself, passed by Chen Zixiang, took advantage of the unsuspecting person, and pressed his shoulders to prevent him from moving. Fan Qiuming turned his face and walked here. The scorching sun made Chen Zixiang's face turn pale. As miserable as paper.

Fan Qiuming peeled an orange and gave it to Chen Zixiang to eat. Chen Zixiang scratched his hair helplessly, paced his feet, and then tugged at the hem of his clothes. Fan Qiuming was wearing a navy blue woolen coat, which was still a thin coat , said with concern, "It's December, the weather has become very cold, you are still looking at me in the wind with so little clothes on."

Chen Zixiang quickly said, "I have clothes at home, but I forgot to wear them. Where are you going to play tonight?"

Fan Qiuming glanced at Yang Yibai and said, "I've been playing at Liu Wei'an's house these two days, do you know him?"

Chen Zixiang pursed his lips and said, "I know the man who threw you into the wine pool, and you have a very close relationship with him."

A gust of wind hit the person's face, Fan Qiuming asked, "Are your parents at home?" Chen Zixiang shook his head.

Fan Qiuming stuffed the plastic bag in his hand to Yang Yibai and said, "You go back first, my friend and I are going to eat Huainan beef soup." Yang Yibai had never seen such a lame friend before, he curled his mouth and said indifferently, " Then I'll go first. I'll take a taxi to go back. I'll leave the car for you. After all, it's inconvenient for you to take a disabled person with you. It's much easier to have a car.