Don't play with avatars

Jiang Yin was taken to Lin Dongyan's room.

Located on the second floor of an old villa, the room is well lit and the furnishings inside are unobstructed.

His room is very simple, there are no unnecessary things, but the desk next to it is full of books.

Du Guanjia said: "Although the young master doesn't come back very often, the wife arranges a nanny to clean it every day. The inside is very clean. You should rest for a while, and I'll prepare something."

After speaking, Butler Du left.

Jiang Yin stood alone in the huge and empty room, not knowing where to start.

Lin Dongyan's room was large and well lit, but the dark furniture in the room and the stacks of books on the bookshelves gave people a heavy feeling, as if something was pressing on their heart.

Jiang Yin put the luggage he was carrying on the table, walked to the window and opened it.

A gust of wind just happened to blow away the dullness in the room a lot.

Before he could look any further, his phone rang.

Jiang Yin picked it up, and Lin Dongyan's voice came: "Hello."

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yin asked.

Lin Dongyan said: "I'm going back to Jiangcheng. I'll be back in two days. If you need anything, just tell Steward Du."

Jiang Yin was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

This environment is very strange to him, but now Jiang Yin doesn't want to disturb Lin Dongyan.

Hanging up the phone hastily, Jiang Yin stood by the window, saw the sky gradually darkening, and hurried to turn on the light.

Jiang Yin was not polite, and when Butler Du came back, he told him all the things he needed, and later, Butler Du was sent with these things one by one.

On the first night when he came to Lin's house, Jiang Yin drew a manuscript in front of the computer all night.

I don't know where his paintings are.

That painting was a work he was going to participate in the competition, so it was very important to him.

Ningzhou was his former home.

The old man in that painting is his grandfather.

Counting now, they haven't seen each other for seven or eight years.

For the next two days, there was no news from Lin Dongyan.

Jiang Yin wasn't idle either, he wanted to try to paint that painting again, but unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried to paint, he still couldn't get the feeling he wanted. However, the Global Painting and Calligraphy Contest has officially started.

That morning, Sun Qian called him:

"Jiang Yin, are you really not coming? What a pity." Sun Qian muttered.

Jiang Yin wore earphones, wrote and drew on the digital board, and said casually: "I won't go."

Sun Qian said: "I just saw your favorite painter, and, in this competition, even national-level painters are here, Jiang Yeyi, do you know?"

Hearing this name, Jiang Yin was stunned, and asked in disbelief, "Who?"

Sun Qian thought he didn't know this person, and explained: "Jiang Yeyi, he is a very famous painter in Ningzhou. But he has never shown his face in public, and no one knows what he looks like."

Jiang Yin moved slightly and asked, "Then why did he come to participate?"

Sun Qian paused, and said: "It is said that this old man saw a painting when he was visiting, and said that he must meet the author of this painting."

Jiang Yin frowned, suddenly felt that things were not that simple, and asked, "Who is the author?"

Sun Qian lost his voice for a moment, and Jiang Yin asked again: "Who is it? You speak."

Sun Qian muttered sullenly, "Hu Yi."

Jiang Yin fell silent, while Sun Qian cursed and said: "That kid seems to have suddenly opened up. The work is really good. It was favored by many people when it was shown, and now the number of votes is already very high."

"Have you seen that painting?" Jiang Yin asked suddenly.

He had a bold guess in mind.Why did Hu Yi change his flight that day?How did Lu Wencheng and the others know that he and Lin Dongyan had returned to Jiangcheng? Only Hu Yi and Shen Xueyan knew about it.

Jiang Yin didn't think that Shen Xueyan would have anything to do with Lu Wencheng.

Therefore, it is very likely that Hu told Lu Wencheng the news!

But what is his purpose?

Even if he often fights against himself, it is far from the point where he wants to kill Jiang Yin.

Sun Qian didn't know what he was thinking, so he said directly: "I've seen it before. The content in the painting is the grandfather and grandson, and the title of the work is "Grandpa."

Jiang Yin's heart sank suddenly: "Who is the grandfather in the painting?"

Sun Qian shook his head and said, "How would I know, Hu Yi said it was his own fiction, it didn't exist at all."

Jiang Yin was more sure of his thoughts, he gritted his teeth and said, "That painting is mine."

"Ah?" Sun Qian thought he heard it wrong, "What the hell?"

There was anger in Jiang Yin's heart, which was burning uncontrollably.

After working with Hu Yi for so long, Jiang Yin has never been so angry no matter what he did.

"He stole my painting! He thought that I asked someone to write the painting, and he was the one who quietly gave the news about me and Lin Dongyan to others, so Lin Dongyan and I were blocked on the way to the airport. !" There was a slight tremor in Jiang Yin's voice, his pale fingers pinched the strokes, and his fingertips turned white.

What happened these days, Lin Dongyan's torment and Mrs. Yang's despair were all caused by Hu Yiyi!

Just because of a painting by Jiang Yin!

Several images kept popping up in Jiang Yin's mind, Mrs. Yang's desperate cry, Lin Dongyan buried in his arms so helpless, just... just Hu Yi wanted this painting!

"Fuck! Damn it, I just said how this idiot can draw such a perfect work, shit, I vomited, and he was still talking to me this morning, stealing other people's things, does he deserve it?" In this matter, Sun Qian trusted Jiang Yin unconditionally.

Sun Qian was impatient, and he couldn't hold back when he heard the news: "You wait for me, I'll expose him right now, this person is too disgusting."

Jiang Yin called him back: "Don't go, there is no evidence, and now there is no way to prove that the painting is mine."

When Sun Qian heard this, he also calmed down.

Jiang Yin was right, there was no way to prove it was Jiang Yin's.

However, Sun Qian didn't dare to tell Jiang Yin that the number of votes for that painting has far exceeded No. 2, and it will definitely win the prize. Even if there is no way to prove it, Hu Yi can't get the benefit.

Sun Qian shook his heart and said seriously: "I'll go buy gasoline in a while and burn that painting! Even if he burns it, he won't win the prize!"

"..." Jiang Yin was almost amused by him.

"Don't mess around, you're not afraid of being caught?" Jiang Yin said dumbfounded.

Sun Qian smiled: "Even if I'm caught, Lin Dongyan can protect me."

Jiang Yin smiled, and felt a lot more relaxed, he said: "Don't worry, you don't need to do anything, just wait slowly."

"Ah?" Sun Qian struggled and said, "You can't let Hu Yi use your work to win the award, right?"

Hearing this, Jiang Yin sneered: "Don't worry, he won't get the award."

"Really?" Sun Qian asked doubtfully.

"Yes." Jiang Yin replied.

"why?"

However, Jiang Yin betrayed the truth, even though Sun Qian asked him, he did not explain the reason.

At the same time, at the calligraphy and painting exhibition in Ningzhou——

The white-haired old man was wearing a white Chinese tunic suit. He was playing with the fingers in his hand. Although he was old, his body was very tall and straight.

He stared intently at the painting in front of him, his eyes full of nostalgia and love.

A middle-aged man stood beside him. He bent slightly towards the old man and said respectfully, "Mr. Jiang, it seems that this painting really suits your taste."

Old Mr. Jiang couldn't bear to move his eyes away from the painting, but he shook his head and said, "No, this painting doesn't match my taste at all, and I used to quarrel with him often because of it. I always said he was impetuous, There is too much information to mix in one painting, you see—"

Mr. Jiang stretched out his old finger and rubbed it on the arm of the child in the painting: "Look at the paint on his arm, no matter how you look at it, it will destroy the beauty of this painting."

The middle-aged man looked in the direction of his fingers, but he couldn't see any damage to the beauty, and he felt that although Mr. Jiang's words were reproaches, his tone was very doting.

Old Mr. Jiang sighed: "I haven't seen him for almost ten years, but his style is still the same as before, and he is recognizable at a glance."

The middle-aged man nodded in agreement, and asked again: "From Mr. Jiang's tone, it seems that he is very familiar with the author of this painting?"

Mr. Jiang laughed heartily twice, but his eyes were inexplicably wet, and said, "Of course I know him, he is my grandson!"

When he said this, Mr. Jiang's tone was not without pride.

The middle-aged man said in surprise: "Since it's a grandson, why haven't I seen him in ten years?"

Mr. Jiang laughed again: "Many years ago, I was obsessed with sketching, and I took him to the lake to paint, but it was late in the evening without paying attention. At that time, I didn't know that he was like his mother, and he couldn't see at night. So he was so obsessed with painting that he didn't even know he fell into the lake."

Old Mr. Jiang smiled, but wiped his eyes with his hand: "At that time, he was far away from me, and he was rescued when I found out. My daughter-in-law was furious when she found out, and took him back to her mother's house in a fit of anger. My son Another one who refuses to give in, and hasn't seen each other for so many years."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he didn't know how to comfort him, so he looked at the grandfather in the words and said, "Speaking of which, the old man in the painting is very similar to you. Since your grandson brought this painting to Ningzhou, it must be I also want to tell you that he didn't blame you."

Mr. Jiang sighed and nodded: "Yes."

Just then, a lady walked by.

She said to the two of them, "Mr. Jiang, the author has invited you over and is waiting for you in the waiting room."

Mr. Jiang's tough body froze for a moment, and his expression was a bit cramped.

The middle-aged man saw his uneasiness and comforted him: "You don't have to be nervous. Even if you haven't seen each other for many years, your blood is thicker than water, so you probably won't feel unfamiliar."

Mr. Jiang's eyes were moist, he nodded repeatedly, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and followed the lady to the waiting room.

When they arrived outside the waiting room, the lady knocked on the door and led the two inside.

"Mr. Jiang, this is the author of "Grandpa", Mr. Hu Yi." The lady introduced them.

On the other side, Hu Yi who was fidgeting in the room immediately came up to him.

He was so nervous that his palms were sweating. This is Mr. Jiang Yeyi!

Mr. Jiang's paintings are well known to everyone, but no one has ever known the true face of this old man, but now he comes here in person to see himself... After Hu Yi heard the news, he was so excited that he was screaming .

If he can be appreciated by Mr. Jiang, he will definitely become a celebrity in the world of calligraphy and painting!

However, the moment Mr. Jiang saw Hu Yi, his expression changed immediately.

He stared, eyes filled with anger: "Who are you?"

The lady hurriedly explained: "He is the author you want to see, Mr. Hu Yi."

Mr. Jiang shook his head and said, "Impossible, the author of that painting is absolutely impossible to be him."

When Hu Yi heard this, his expression turned pale.

The author has something to say: Hu Yi quickly stretched out the dog's head