Terrorist attacks

Early in the morning on the weekend, Qiao Yisheng drove to pick up Lin Xin, and it took 2 or 3 hours to reach the destination.

Lin Xin got out of the car and couldn't help sighing:

"You don't need money to occupy the land?"

This is probably a piece of land in the suburbs. There are no people nearby. From a distance, it is a manor with lakes and green areas, and Gothic buildings. When Lin Xin saw this, he couldn't imagine what the inside of the house would look like.

"There is a horse farm next to it. Can you ride a horse? Let's go together after dinner."

Lin Xin nodded:

"Know it a little bit. I don't dare to make a fool of myself. I can only make sure that I don't fall off the horse."

Joe suppressed a laugh:

"The surrounding area is very big. It rained again yesterday, and the ground is muddy. It's better to ride a horse around to see the scenery."

Qiao Yisheng led Lin Xin to walk around the manor. Lin Xin liked the transparent lake in front of the house very much. The whole solemn gray building was thrown into the water, and birds would stop there from time to time.Tired from walking, I sat on the stone steps by the lake to rest for a while.

He lived a good life since he was a child, and he made friends with people in the upper class. He had never seen any kind of luxury car and mansion, but in China, such a large area of ​​land, majestic momentum, and quiet environment were almost impossible, and everything was transparent. With unique elegance, Lin Xin will also be shocked.

At this time, the hidden question came up again: Although he had been in contact with Qiao Yisheng for a while, he still didn't know his identity.

He didn't say anything, and Lin Xin didn't want to ask deliberately, he just thought this friend was worth making.

The lunch was simple, with steak and red wine, but the production process obviously took a lot of thought. Lin Xin asked: "Where did you invite the master? The simple dishes are very flavorful."

Qiao suppressed his voice and brought the freshly baked buns to him:

"I can't say, I'm afraid you poach corners."

Lin Xin couldn't help but smile when he thought of the foodie image he had repeatedly shown in front of people. Seeing the delicate bread, he couldn't help himself, and said, "You are too careful, I must not be able to give you such a high salary, Why would others follow me." At the end, he unconsciously thought of that person again, stopped, and stopped speaking.

Qiao suppressed his voice and saw that he didn't speak or bother. He took the special sauce and spread it evenly on the bun, then handed it to him.

The two finished their meal and sat in the hall to rest.Qiao Yi chatted with him, then got up, and went to the studio to get the paintings. Lin Xin stood up and said that we can go and see together, and there is no need to bring them here.

Qiao Yi asked him to sit down, saying that the studio was too messy, and the light was better here.

Lin Xin raised his head. The house has 5 floors. Looking at it from a distance, the hall is connected from the top to the ground floor. There is a huge chandelier in the center, which falls to the third floor. The whole building looks very empty, only the four sides are well-defined.

Qiao Yisheng quickly led the people, carried down several paintings, and put them on the table.

When he approached, he saw Lin Xin take out a small bottle from his pocket, raised his head, hung the bottle in the air, and asked him, "Are you taking eye drops?"

Lin Xin nodded:

"Your eyes are dry, sharpen your gun before the battle, otherwise you won't dare to make mistakes and criticize your work." After speaking, he laughed, but he was distracted, misaligned, and the eyedrops flowed down the side of his face.

Qiao sat down and said:

"Give me the bottle."

Lin Xin wanted to say no, but he was afraid it would be embarrassing, so he handed it to him without making a sound.

Qiao Yisheng took the eyedrops, held them in his hand, and picked out a long velvet blanket from the side, folded it and placed it on his knees, crossed his legs, and bent one knee.Let him relax, and gently guide him to pillow on your lap.

Lin Xin was startled at first, and was about to stand up, but was restrained by Qiao.He thought about it again, it wasn't a big deal, such a deliberate avoidance would embarrass each other.So Dafang put his pillow on it and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Qiao Yi just laughed, brushed off the messy hair on his forehead, and told him:

"It'll be fine soon."

After speaking, she reached out to cover his eyebrows and eyes, shook the potion, and dripped it into his eyes accurately at a distance.

Then he switched to the other side very naturally and deftly. During the period, he adjusted his position, clasped Lin Xin's waist, and moved it into his arms.

Lin Xin's eyes were overflowing with water, he closed them gently, sat up with his upper body, leaned on the sofa and waited for a while, the cool and spicy energy passed before he opened his eyes.

Qiao Yisheng was sitting on the side watching him, Lin Xin was stunned, thanked him, took back the small bottle and put it in his pocket.

Qiao Yisheng led Lin Xin to look at the painting.He took it carefully, looked at it carefully, and asked him again: "Do you have any earlier ones?"

Joe nodded in a low voice:

"They're all in the studio."

Lin Xin knelt down to watch intently, and only looked up after a long time:

"I don't know if it's convenient for you, take me to visit?"

Lin Xin walked up the stairs on marble, and before he had time to look at the surrounding scenery, he was quickly taken to the studio at the end of the corridor on the third floor. Pale relief, the material probably comes from the Bible.However, the room was a little messy, with drawings placed differently on the floor and tables, and painting tools scattered around.Lin Xin thought, this is probably the result of a burst of artistic inspiration? It seems that Sun Wei often has puffy eyes and looks haggard after filming.After thinking about it, he felt that there was really no comparison. He felt that Sun Wei often wandered on the edge of art and performance art. His own actions were more funny than his movies, and documentaries might be better at the box office.

Lin Xin went to the wall and walked around slowly before asking him:

"Why can't you see your own paintings?"

Qiao Yan shook his head:

"Although some are framed, they are all put away together."

Lin Xin thought, could he be dissatisfied with such a good painting? He has never seen a single one in such a big place at home.

Qiao Yi took a look at the recent work on the table and said:

"All of them are collected together and put in a dark place. The painting is lucky, and it will see the light of day again in the hands of a master like you, otherwise it will still have the same fate."

Lin Xin didn't understand:

"If I were you, or if there are so many good paintings, it must be all over the house."

The two looked at it for a long time, and Lin Xin chose a few that he particularly liked, but the reason was unclear.

Qiao Yisheng wanted to give him these pictures together, but Lin Xin didn't want them.

"I only care about painting, whether the result is good or bad, I might as well give it to you."

Xin Lin said:

"Is there no one else who likes your paintings?"

Joe suppressed a laugh:

"Except for Master Wang, it seems that my paintings have not been seen by anyone else."

Lin Xin knew that some people's hobbies were purely for self-entertainment and relaxation, so he picked two more and quickly followed him downstairs to the racecourse.