Poisoning

How did you get on with this? "Chuyuan asked him.

Yang Yibai put the pot aside and said, "What can I say, I'm just fooling around anyway."

Lao Jiu was carried out by two people, Chu Yuan saw that there was no one else in the room and asked, "Have you ever seen a child? It looks like twelve or thirteen years old."

After Yang Yibai sucked enough, he put his toes on the floor, bent over to lift off the quilt naked, and motioned for Chuyuan to lie on the floor and look at the bottom of the bed.

Chuyuan knelt on the floor and looked under the bed. Wang Haojing's mouth was wrapped in a layer of tape, his hands and feet were bound, and he couldn't move. He pulled him out and asked Yang Yibai what was going on.

Yang Yibo said indifferently, "I think he is quite pitiful. How old is he if Lao Jiu wants to fuck him? I happened to be next to him. Lao Jiu is addicted to high sex and his consciousness is blurred. I will let him do it instead of this kid. Push the child under the bed to hide, you'd better take him to eat and drink water, I'll just take the opportunity to feed him a little in the past two days."

Wang Haojing's female manager and driver were also released together. When she told the agency about this matter, she dared not go to the police. This was another scandal, and she wished she could cover it up. Wang Haojing was terrified. , He has a high quality of heart and has no mental illness, but he can't sleep for a few nights. The doctor prescribed some medicines to calm the nerves and nourish the brain.

Fan Qiuming asked Chuyuan to report the work to him, Chuyuan made up some nonsense to lie to him, Fan Qiuming was wrapped in a black down jacket, his neck was tucked up, his chin was covered by an old sweater, Chuyuan held his hand , asked, "Is it that cold?"

Fan Qiuming withdrew his hand and said, "It's my heart that's cold. I haven't heard back from the letter I sent."

Chu Yuan smiled and said, "Wouldn't it warm your heart to make Wang Jie so miserable? Did you read yesterday's entertainment report? Wang Jie lost ten catties. I guess she cried a lot during the few days when Wang Haojing disappeared. .”

Fan Qiuming quickly found another hat to wear, and pressed down the brim of the hat with both hands, while Chu Yuan squatted halfway, and said, "I'll put it on for you, your hair was crushed by yourself."

Fan Qiuming put his hands on his knees and sat obediently. Chuyuan picked up the hat and smoothed Fan Qiuming's hair before slowly putting the hat on his head.

"Where are you going to play? I'll accompany you." Chuyuan said.

Fan Qiuming shook his head and said, "I'm not very interested, you go and play by yourself, Xu Youchun is on winter vacation, and his house is full of music every night, you go to his place." After finishing speaking, Fan Qiuming took out a tissue and put it on the Under the nose, covered the nose and went out.

The reason for leaving in such a hurry was that Fan Qiuming was going to attend an art exhibition. He knew the owner of the exhibition, Xin Che. Whenever someone opened an exhibition in Xinche’s place, he would give him a ticket. He had never been there before, and this time it was for himself. selfishness.

Even the corridors were lined with drawing papers. Fan Qiuming looked at a few paintings of blue sky and white clouds, which was really boring. Xin Che was surrounded by a large group of people. When he saw him, he rushed out of the crowd to greet him, "I remember to give you two Zhang Piao, why are you here alone?" Xin Che asked.

Fan Qiuming wanted to touch the blueprint with his hand, but Xin Che stopped him with an ouch, and said, "This is not something you can touch casually. There is wine in it. Let's talk inside." Leading Fan Qiuming into the inner hall.

Most of the people in the inner hall were art students, as expected, Fan Qiuming found the person he was looking for, pointed to a figure, and said to Xin Che, "This person looks really weird, come and introduce me. "

Xin Che held the wine glass and patted Chen Zixiang on the shoulder. As soon as Chen Zixiang turned his head, he saw Fan Qiuming standing on Xin Che's left, and he shrank back in shock.Xin Che said kindly, "Painter Chen, let me introduce you. This is my friend Fan Qiuming. Qiuming, this is Chen Zixiang, a third-year art student who is also a little famous."

Xin Che smiled at Chen Zixiang again, "In the future, you must come to my place to hold art exhibitions."

Chen Zixiang couldn't hide, so he had to go to the exhibition with Xin Che and Fan Qiuming. Fan Qiuming deliberately walked slowly, walking side by side with him, and asked casually, "Did I send you a painting by Zeng Jin?"

Chen Zixiang said, "That's right, it's your self-portrait, and the technique is very crude."

Fan Qiuming made a noise and said, "In this case, you return the painting to me. I don't know why this painting was sent to you. I have a girlfriend named Ye Zi who is in high school. I originally wanted to send it to you. her."

Chen Zixiang's two hands were mixed together, and he couldn't return the painting, because the first time he got the painting, he modified the outline of the painting, and even painted it, and placed it right on the bedside so that I can see the person in my dream every night.

Wanting to see but not being able to see, this kind of thing has always troubled Chen Zixiang, but he also got a blessing in disguise. When he was sullen, he would paint Zheng Banqiao's bamboo, and occasionally showed it to Guan He, the editor of art newspapers. Guan He praised it very much.

Before this, Guan He had been working hard to get Chen Zixiang to become a ghost hand. The ghost hand is to paint imitations as the real ones for auction. Fan Wanmei, a businessman who does this kind of business, can't help but give him the rice paper from the Qianlong period. This kind of evil money is not very benevolent, and he never took the olive branch Fan Wanmei threw at him.

Fan Qiuming hooked his lips with his hand, looked at Chen Zixiang with a half smile, and said, "Why are you distracted? I asked you to paint. It was originally a wrong painting, so it is only natural that it should be returned to the original owner."

Chen Zixiang turned pale and asked, "Did you draw that painting yourself?"

Fan Qiuming said, "That's right, I want to give it to the one I love to relieve the other's lovesickness." Chen Zixiang felt wronged when he said this, he bumped into a wall, and he actually wanted to slip away by touching the bottom of the wall.

Fan Qiuming said sharply, "Just go, you must return my painting."

The more Chen Zixiang thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. How could it be possible to send it by mistake? The recipient of this item, the address is clearly him. Fan Qiuming is a fox who can pretend. The more Chen Zixiang thought about it, the happier he was when he returned home.

The self-portrait on the head of the bed is pleasing to the eye no matter how you hold it in your hand. Chen Zixiang picked out many faults in this painting from the perspective of a professional painter, but when he thought that it was painted by Fan Qiuming himself, he felt as if he had been psychedelic. Like a potion, he touched the painting with two fingers and laughed, and the flame that was forcibly extinguished suddenly burned to a height of ten feet. The next day, Chen Zixiang went to look for Fan Qiuming early in the morning.

Fan Qiuming was not at home, the final exam was about to be at school, he was a little busy these days, Big Sister Fang entertained him well, brought fruit and drinks, Chen Zixiang didn't say a few words to her, but Big Sister Fang was very kind.

Sister Fang asked a question, and Chen Zixiang answered. Sister Fang even praised him for being honest, and even pinched his useless leg, saying, "Can this leg not be cured?"

Chen Zixiang waved his hands and said, "It's not good, it's natural, and I'm used to it."

Sister Fang smiled and said, "Actually, I have known you for a long time. Our Mr. Fan often told me about you. For a while, he was sick and remembered your name all day long."

Chen Zixiang nodded happily and said, "I will definitely come to play often in the future." Sister Fang was knitting a sweater while talking to him, and said, "Look at me, I know how to knit a sweater all day long, and I can wear enough sweaters It’s been two years, just sit still and I’ll measure your size and make one for you.” Chen Zixiang said, “Why is this so embarrassing?”

Sister Fang said, "Someone told me to do this, so why not be ashamed." Chen Zixiang's heart warmed up, and he obediently straightened his waist for her to measure.

When it was time for lunch, Fan Qiuming came home from school and had a meal with Chen Zixiang. Fan Qiuming deliberately asked, "Are you here to return my painting?"

In fact, he didn't care about the painting at all. Chen Zixiang just stuffed food into his mouth, pushed and pushed, and finally told the truth, "I changed the painting a little. If you want, I can return it to you at any time."

Fan Qiuming suppressed a smile in his heart, shook his hand when they parted, and said, "Come here tonight." Chen Zixiang asked nervously, "Bring the painting?" Fan Qiuming kicked him and scolded, "You What a stupid pig!"

Chen Zixiang couldn't be happier. He went back to the school dormitory and wanted to take a lunch break for half an hour. Fan Wanmei, a dealer who dumped antique paintings, called and said that he wanted to discuss business. He asked him to have dinner tonight. Fan Qiuming and Chen Zixiang skipped the afternoon class.Fan Wanmei made an appointment in an unremarkable small restaurant.

Fan Wanmei poured tea for him and laughed, and said, "Don't look bad at the appearance, the taste of the dishes is excellent, and it is very famous in Henan restaurants." Just took a few bites.

Fan Wanmei took out a roll of paper, which was a bamboo painting of Zheng Banqiao imitated by Chen Zixiang, unfolded it, pointed it to Chen Zixiang, and boasted, "This painting is very close to the charm of Zheng Banqiao. Let me tell you the truth, you can practice it again." I will be able to leave the mountain after a month, and I will ask you to make a painting for me, and I will pay you [-]."

Chen Zixiang said, "Fifty thousand? Give me eighty thousand and I will paint for you wholeheartedly."

Chapter 51

Fan Wanmei smiled and said, "It's not impossible to give [-] yuan, but if you spoil my piece of rice paper, I will ask you to pay for it. This must be agreed in advance."

Chen Zixiang agreed to him with a smile. Fan Wanmei clapped her hands very excitedly and said, "Then we are friends, and we made the first payment. I have other work for you to do, so you can earn enough money."

When Chen Zixiang came out of the Henan restaurant, his whole body was on fire with excitement, and his face was also flushed, thinking that he hadn't showered for two days, so he took the bus back home to take a shower.After taking a shower, I planned to go directly to Fan Qiuming's house, but seeing that it was only four o'clock, which was too early, I changed into clean clothes and went to the bus stop.