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Shu Qingmo's right hand couldn't fully open his fingers. When Ye Xiaoxuan hit him with a pillow, it was tantamount to forcing his fingers to fully stretch out, which made every nerve in his hand ache.

Fortunately, the hospital found that his bones were fine, but the soft tissue around the steel nail was partially damaged, and he could recover within a few days of recuperation.

After applying the plaster for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis in the hospital, and taking the oral medicine prescribed by the doctor, Shu Qingmo took the "zongzi" on her right hand and returned home accompanied by Luo Zihang.

Before leaving for the hospital, Shu Qingmo asked Luo Zihang to use a towel to absorb the excess water on the workbench, and covered the "Picture of Lone Pine in the Setting Sun" with a wet towel to avoid uneven drying and affect the effect of the silk surface.

After returning home, the first thing Shu Qingmo did was to check Huaxin's condition. Apart from two holes that needed to be reprocessed, Huaxin was not affected.

Only then did Shu Qingmo breathe a sigh of relief.

"I found out today." Luo Zihang took a mop to help Shu Qingmo clean up the ink stains on the floor tiles of the studio, and said angrily, "You never regarded me as a brother at all."

"Why not be a brother? A servant?" Shu Qingmo stretched out his left hand to Luo Zihang, "Here, I will drag it myself."

Luo Zihang didn't give the mop to Shu Qingmo, instead he dragged it even harder to vent his displeasure.He said: "I thought you had given up Chinese painting, but I didn't expect you to practice secretly behind your back without telling me!"

Shu Qingmo was helpless, he opened his mouth and was about to explain, but Luo Zihang straightened up quickly, kicked down the mop vigorously, pointed to the unfinished painting on the painting table by the window and said: "You are still copying "The Picture of Hundred Horses"?" How can you embarrass me as a Chinese painting major?"

"Hundred Horses" is also one of the top ten famous paintings handed down from generation to generation in China. The author is Castiglione Castiglione, a court painter of the Qing Dynasty.

Castiglione is from Milan, Italy, and he came to China to preach.But he failed to fulfill his mission as a missionary, but instead left behind many precious paintings.

Castiglione's paintings have a very strong personal style.He has solid oil painting skills and Chinese painting techniques at the same time, so his paintings can be described as a combination of Chinese and Western, perfectly integrating oil painting and Chinese painting.

Chinese painting uses scatter-point perspective, while Western painting uses focus perspective. It is difficult to copy Castiglione's paintings without having the basis of both.

And Shu Qingmo happened to be good at traditional Chinese painting and oil painting, so he started copying the eight-meter-long "Hundred Steeds" in his spare time, and he has been painting it intermittently for nearly three years.

"I practiced with my left hand from the beginning, and I was also very bad at drawing at first." Shu Qingmo said, "It's not like you don't know me. How can I tell you that my drawing is so bad?"

During that period, Shu Qingmo's mentality was very unstable. Except for Wu Yunmo, he never opened his heart to anyone.After his mentality calmed down, he felt that there was no need to deliberately tell Luo Zihang that he enjoyed the feeling of painting quietly by himself.

"Then you can tell me later." Luo Zihang said relentlessly, "Fortunately, I still showed you my paintings. I'm afraid I'm not a fool in your eyes."

"You're still in good spirits, aren't you?" Shu Qingmo stared at Luo Zihang and said, "Will I treat a fool as my best friend?"

Every time Shu Qingmo made a violent move, Luo Zihang would admit defeat.He made a soft "cut", wiped off the ink stains on the floor tiles, and asked, "Is there anything else I can help with?"

Shu Qingmo glanced at her right hand, then at the mineral paint placed in the corner of the wall, and asked Luo Zihang with a headache, "Are you free for the next few days?"

After the painting heart is finished, it is necessary to carry out the most important step in the restoration process-full color.

The supplementary material is nothing but a blank, and it is necessary to observe the characteristics of the brush and the overall charm of the original painting, and complete the color of the incomplete part.

This step is a test of Chinese painting skills. Old paintings that have been fully colored by good craftsmen cannot be identified where they have been repaired.

Shu Qingmo's traditional Chinese painting skills are very solid, but now that his right hand is injured, he can no longer make mineral pigments, so he has to ask Luo Zihang to help him.

The weather in mid-June is already in the midsummer posture, and the painting heart can be dried completely after one night at most.

Luo Zihang was preparing for an interview at a private museum recently, and generally speaking, he was very busy. He promised to come and help tomorrow, and then gave Shu Qing a few words before returning upstairs.

The room became quiet again, and Shu Qingmo collapsed on the sofa exhaustedly, wanting to take a nap, but the pain in his right hand kept on making him unable to divert his attention.

Wu Yunmo once told him that he would encounter many troubles after showing his skills, but Shu Qingmo never expected that troubles would come to him before he fully showed his skills.

Fortunately, Ye Xiaoxuan didn't know anything about mounting paintings, otherwise he really didn't know how this farce would end.

Lying on the sofa for a while, Shu Qingmo couldn't fall asleep, so she simply went back to the studio, took out the "Duowen Tianwang Holding the Tower Picture", and completed the steps of drawing lines.

At least when he was concentrating on painting, the pain in his right hand could not bother him.

Drawing until evening, Luo Zihang sent a message to ask if he needed help with dinner, Shu Qingmo replied no, and then planned to order takeaway, but at this moment he received a call from Yan Zonglang.

"What happened to your hand?"

In the back seat of the spacious business car, as soon as Shu Qingmo got into the car, Yan Zonglang noticed his right hand wrapped in a rice dumpling.

When Ye Xiaoxuan left, Yan Zonglang called to inquire about the situation. Shu Qingmo simply said that someone was causing trouble, and then hurriedly hung up the phone. He never expected that Yan Zonglang would come to his community in person after get off work.

"I was hit by a pillow, it's nothing serious." Shu Qingmo said.

Yan Zonglang frowned imperceptibly when he heard the words, and a look of displeasure flashed in his black eyes.He asked, "Who is it that is making trouble?"

Shu Qingmo didn't know where to start.A few days ago he went to Yan Zonglang for help because of Ye Xiaoxuan, but now Ye Xiaoxuan beat him up, even he himself felt that he was asking for trouble.

He touched the back of his neck and said with difficulty: "This is a long story..."

Yan Zonglang said: "Then speak slowly."

Shu Qingmo was taken to a Cantonese restaurant by Yan Zonglang. The decoration style of this restaurant is a typical classical Chinese style, preferring mahogany, paying attention to the layout, and decorated with Chinese style elements such as plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum everywhere.

Combined with Yan Zonglang's previous understanding of the Four Heavenly Kings, Shu Qingmo guessed that he should like traditional Chinese culture.

"So the person you called in the live broadcast is actually your friend?"

In the quiet small box, Shu Qingmo and Yan Zonglang sat facing each other, and several classic Cantonese dishes were placed on the table.

Shu Qingmo picked up the chopsticks with his left hand, looked at a plate of roast goose and said, "We are no longer friends."

He said this in a flat tone, just like how he felt about this friendship, he had nothing to regret.

"Then what are you going to do next?" Yan Zonglang didn't move his chopsticks, his eyes stayed on Shu Qingmo's chopsticks.

Shu Qingmo can use chopsticks with both hands, but his left hand has not been deliberately trained, and it is still not skilled enough compared to his right hand.So the roast goose he picked up with great difficulty fell onto the table with a thud.

He was a little embarrassed and wanted to clamp the roast goose again, but failed several times.He simply put down his chopsticks and said to Yan Zonglang: "Finish the painting in the past few days, and then finish the last picture of the Four Heavenly Kings as soon as possible."

"That's it?" Yan Zonglang picked up another piece of roast goose from the plate, and put it into Shu Qingmo's bowl naturally.He hadn't used his chopsticks yet, seeing that Shu Qingmo was inconvenient to move, it was reasonable for him to help.

Shu Qingmo stared blankly at the roast goose in the bowl, then raised his eyes to look at Yan Zonglang and asked, "What?"

"Let me tell you your plan." Yan Zonglang put another piece of Dongpo meat into Shu Qingmo's bowl, "Is that all?"

Now it was Shu Qingmo who looked at the chopsticks in Yan Zonglang's hands, and asked in puzzlement, "Otherwise?"

Although Shu Qingmo was also very upset that Ye Xiaoxuan came to make trouble and even hurt his hand, but he really couldn't think of any way to repay her.

Yan Zonglang calmly picked up the vegetables, and said slowly: "Intentionally causing minor injuries to others, the sentence can be severe, and the sentence can be up to two years."

Shu Qingmo had only heard of "good attitude, light punishment", but never realized that this thing can be given a heavier sentence.

He withdrew his gaze from the chopsticks and looked at Yan Zonglang, trying to read the thoughts behind that bland expression, but failed as usual.He said: "I don't know much about going to prison. Painting is fine, and my hands are fine. If you go to prison..."

This kind of thing is still too far away for Shu Qingmo, he has no concept at all, and he doesn't know how to operate it, so he is a little undecided.

"Young master," Yan Zonglang exhaled helplessly, put down his chopsticks and looked at Shu Qingmo, "I didn't ask you to really sue her, you don't have to play every card in your hand."

Shu Qingmo had been in contact with Yan Zonglang for a while, and although he wasn't completely enlightened, he wasn't as ignorant as he was at first.He asked uncertainly, "Are you saying that you use this as a trick for her?"

"Prison, or name the mastermind behind the scenes, you let her choose one." Yan Zonglang said calmly and decisively, then picked up his chopsticks and continued to pick up vegetables for Shu Qingmo.

"The mastermind behind the scenes..." Shu Qingmo said after thinking, "It should be Shu Yichen, right? Fang Wanrou cares about face, so she probably wouldn't do such a thing."

"It doesn't matter who is behind the scenes." Yan Zonglang said, "The point is that she can prove that the other party has done something unfair, so you will have a moral advantage."

Shu Qingmo listened, and gradually understood the meaning of Yan Zonglang's words - let him use this matter to force Fang Wanrou to compromise, otherwise Fang Wanrou must be the one who will not be able to step down when things get serious.

In other words, at this moment, in Yan Zonglang's eyes, Shu Qingmo had already obtained the winning chip.But before Yan Zonglang broke through this layer, he didn't think of it at all.

Shu Qingmo's mood is unavoidably a little complicated, compared to Yan Zonglang, he is really too tender, and it seems that he is not suitable to survive in such a circle at all.He couldn't help asking: "Mr. Yan, you are Shu Mengfu's fiancé, why do you help me?"

Yan Zonglang paused for a moment, then continued to put the vegetables into Shu Qingmo's bowl.After finishing all this, he slowly put down his chopsticks, looked at Shu Qingmo and said, "When you reveal your identity, the Four Heavenly Kings map I bought will increase in value."

It's like nonsense to say this sentence from someone of Yan Zonglang's worth.

The age of the Four Heavenly Kings is there, and it is impossible for it to appreciate in value.Even if it can appreciate ten times or a hundred times in the future, Shu Qingmo believes that Yan Zonglang will not take this little money seriously.

But having said that, this reason is very reasonable, because Yan Zonglang will not trade at a loss.Perhaps in his eyes, helping Shu Qingmo is just a trivial matter, which is equal to the potential value of the Four Heavenly Kings Map.

After realizing this, Shu Qingmo was slightly disappointed.There was an unrealistic idea in his mind, he thought that Yan Zonglang would stand by his side because he was more talented.

But now it seems that he is thinking too much, and Yan Zonglang just regards him as a link in the investment.This is like a farmer raising pigs. There is no other purpose for careful feeding, after all, it is just to make money.

Shu Qingmo lowered her head, looked at the mountains of dishes in the bowl, and muttered sullenly, "You're feeding the pigs."

Ye Xiaoxuan is basically offline, and we will clean up together later