Don't play with avatars

The lady who led the way didn't know the reason, and explained repeatedly: "Mr. Jiang, this is indeed the author of "Grandpa"."

Hu Yiqiang responded calmly: "Hello, I am the author of this painting, and my name is Hu Yi."

The middle-aged man looked at his words, and he looked at the serious face of Mr. Jiang beside him, not only sank in his heart.He has been by Mr. Jiang's side for several years, and he has hardly seen him get angry. This time, he knows that the old man is really angry.

Mr. Jiang said that the painting was painted by his grandson, and the middle-aged man dared not doubt it.He looked sideways at Hu Yi, who claimed to be the author of "Grandpa".

The middle-aged man thought of something, and his face suddenly became serious.

He asked Hu Yi: "Mr. Hu, do you know the old man in the painting?"

From the moment Hu Yi saw Mr. Jiang, he felt that he might be doomed.Anyone can tell that Mr. Jiang and the old man in the painting are the same person, but this further verifies Hu Yi's guess that Jiang Yin's painting was written by someone else!Because it was impossible for Jiang Yin to meet old Mr. Jiang.

Hu Yi comforted himself in his heart, with a forced smile on the corner of his mouth, since he had already said that he made it up, he could only bite the bullet and continue talking.

Hu Yi replied: "I don't know, this is just a fictional character I created on a whim."

After hearing what he said, the lady who led the way was a little surprised, and said without holding back: "Did you make it up? I thought the person in this painting was Mr. Jiang."

Hu Yi gritted his teeth and said, "Maybe I have a predestined relationship with Mr. Jiang, and I saw him in a dream, so I drew it."

"You're talking nonsense!" When Mr. Jiang heard this, he rushed to his forehead in one breath, blushing with anger.

The middle-aged man quickly patted him on the back to comfort him, while comforting him: "Don't worry, first ask clearly to see if there is any misunderstanding."

Old Mr. Jiang blushed with anger, "Who is the boy in the painting?"

Hu Yi's face was extremely stiff, and he said in a low voice, "Yeah, I made it up..."

Mr. Jiang laughed angrily: "That's my grandson, Jiang Yin!"

As soon as these words came out, Hu Yideng's expression turned pale, his body trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes in horror: "He, what is he to you?"

"He is my grandson! This painting, he had already drawn the manuscript when he was a child, how could the author be you? What did you do to him?!"

Hu Yiru was struck by five thunderbolts, his whole body was numb, and the fear from his heart made his teeth tremble.

grandson?

How could Jiang Yin be his grandson?

Jiang Yin is just an ordinary university teacher, how could he be related to the well-known Jiang Yeyi in Ningzhou?Even if they have the same surname, there shouldn't be any relationship...a ​​university teacher...a national painter, how is it possible...how is this possible...

He clearly heard that Jiang Yin's background was not good... How could he have something to do with Jiang Yeyi?

"Let me ask you, how did you get this painting? What did you do to him? Why didn't he come here?" Old Mr. Jiang's question was so deafening that several people present were stunned.

After finishing the phone call with Jiang Yin, Sun Qian was wondering why Jiang Yin was so confident, thinking that it was impossible for Hu Yi to win the award. He passed the waiting room and heard Mr. Jiang's voice unexpectedly. He couldn't help stopping curiously, and walked inside wait and see.

"Hu Yi...?"

Seeing that he was an acquaintance, Sun Qian quietly lay on the door frame.

Hu's face was like ashes, and he couldn't say a word.

The middle-aged man said to Mr. Jiang while giving him some comfort, "From your tone, do you know Jiang Yin?"

Hu Yimu shook his head with a sullen face, then nodded immediately.

He was unwilling to believe that Jiang Yin had a relationship with Jiang Yeyi, let alone believe that this painting was made by Jiang Yin.In the global calligraphy and painting competition, even old masters who have been involved in calligraphy and painting for decades are full of praise for this work. How could this be something that Jiang Yin could draw?

Thinking of this, his heart sank, his teeth trembled and he said, "Jiang Yin asked me to paint this painting. I didn't know beforehand that the person in it was Mr. Jiang, and Jiang Yin never told me."

Sun Qian lay down by the door and laughed. If he wanted to say he was more shameless than anyone else, no one could compare to Hu Yi.

Not to mention that he has always liked Jiang Yin, how could Jiang Yin ask someone who is not as good as him to help him paint this painting?

But Sun Qian did not act rashly. He looked at the people in the room and guessed that the old man was Jiang Yeyi.

"You have no shame!" Mr. Jiang stretched out a finger tremblingly, his eyes opened angrily, and said loudly: "This painting is clearly made by Jiang Yin, he is my grandson, can I not see it?" ?”

Sun Qian was dumbfounded.

WTF?Who is your grandson?Whose grandson is Jiang Yin.

Hu Yimu shook his head reluctantly, and explained far-fetchedly: "No...it's me..."

Mr. Jiang's face was gloomy, and he gestured to the middle-aged man beside him, saying, "Call everyone to the exhibition hall, I have something to announce."

As a respected painter in Ningzhou, Jiang Yeyi had a high say in the painting and calligraphy competition. The middle-aged man responded and withdrew from the room.

Hu Yi immediately realized what he wanted to do, his body seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, and the cold seeped into his bones, making him almost unable to stand.

His teeth were trembling constantly, two lines of tears flowed down his pale face, he shook his head desperately: "No, no..."

As soon as Jiang Ye called everyone together, he would definitely make this matter public, and then Hu Yi would never try to stand up again...he would be cast aside by the world for the rest of his life...

He made a deal with the deputy mayor of Jiangcheng... It was hard to get this painting... How could he let his life be ruined by this painting...

Sun Qian, who was watching, felt very relieved.

"It's your own fault!" Sun Qian said viciously, seeing Hu Yi like this without any mercy.

With a dry throat, Hu Yi took a step forward, praying all over his face: "Mr. Jiang, you misunderstood, Jiang Yin and I are friends... I just helped him bring the painting..."

Sun Qian laughed angrily, this man is really shameless.

At the same time, he felt a little uneasy, Mr. Jiang wouldn't believe it, would he?

Then, Mr. Jiang sneered: "Absolutely impossible. For Jiang Yin, his work is very important, and he will never give it to others, even if he is the best friend."

Sun Qian nodded in agreement. He has known Jiang Yin for so many years. When he painted this painting, he refused to let him take a look at it. How could he easily hand over the work to others.

"Besides, don't you feel that you are inconsistent? I will only ask you once, how did you get this painting!" Mr. Jiang roared angrily.

Hu Yi's legs went limp, and he knelt down directly.

"I... Jiang Yin and I are really friends... I took this painting by mistake when I got on the plane... I think I can make a mistake..."

Sun Qian vomited, this fucking liar can tell any kind of panic!

Sun Qian couldn't understand his innocent and pitiful appearance, and ignored the other people in the room, picked up his mobile phone and started recording, saying, "Hu Yi, can you show some face?"

Mr. Jiang heard the voice, looked back at Sun Qian by the door, and asked suspiciously, "Who are you?"

Sun Qian patted his chest and said, "Jiang Yin's genuine friend."

After answering, he said to Hu Yi: "Don't you know the relationship between you and Jiang Yin? How many times have you framed Jiang Yin in front of the principal? How dare you call yourself a friend?"

Seeing Sun Qian appear, Hu Yi's eyes went blank.

His intuition told him, it's over, he really is over this time!

Sure enough, Sun Qian didn't intend to save face for him: "Don't you know how to get this painting? Do you want me to repeat it to you? Grandpa Jiang——"

Halfway through, he looked at Old Mr. Jiang again: "You don't know, your grandson and your grandson-in-law almost lost their lives because of such a piece of rubbish! It's not that Jiang Yin didn't want to come, it's that he really came It's gone."

Mr. Jiang's body shook: "Really?"

"Really. Otherwise, he should be the one who came here today."

Mr. Jiang's face became more and more gloomy, and Hu Yi's body trembled more and more violently.

Or he couldn't bear such a great pressure, or maybe he thought that his future might be ruined like this, so he burst into tears.

"I'm sorry...I was wrong...I apologize to you...I shouldn't be obsessed with taking his things...I beg you to forgive me once...I kneel down..."

He knelt down in front of Mr. Jiang, weeping with tears.

Half an hour later, Jiang Yin received a message from Sun Qian, which was a few minutes long video.

In the video, Hu Yi knelt on the ground and wept bitterly, begging the old man in front of him for mercy, but the old man's old face was not moved at all.

"Hu Yi's life is over."

After speaking, he sent another news.

Jiang Yin clicked in, and the content was that the work with the highest number of votes in the painting and calligraphy contest was a stolen painting.

Probably, the painter Jiang Yeyi revealed Hu Yi's true face to his face, and by the way, broke the news that the author of this painting was his grandson, Jiang Yin.

Jiang Yin looked at the energetic old man in the photo, and couldn't help but smile in his eyes.

"grandfather."

Once the news was released, it quickly grabbed headlines everywhere.

In less than half an hour, all the information about Hu Yi had been picked up.

"Fuck, Hu Yi is a teacher at Dongda University, and so is Jiang Yin!"

"I didn't expect to eat melons and eat my own school. Jiang Yin is the most popular teacher this year. Everyone likes him very much. The world is going down, and you even steal the work of your colleagues?"

"Why did Hu Yihui take his painting to participate in the competition? What about Jiang Yin himself? It's terrifying to think about it!"

Jiang Yin looked at these comments and didn't say anything, because his WeChat account was almost overwhelmed.

He clicked in and took a look. Some teachers and students in the school came to ask him, and the school group was even more troubled:

"Isn't it? Teacher Jiang has been preparing for the competition for so long, and even asked for leave two days in advance, did he not participate?"

"Yeah, it's so strange. Why didn't Mr. Jiang participate? How did the painting end up in Hu Yi's hands?"

"I'm the only one who cares. Is he actually Jiang Yeyi's grandson?"

Looking at the voices in the group discussion, Jiang Yin was relieved a lot. Hu Yi probably didn't expect that he would shoot himself in the foot.Furthermore, fortunately, grandpa went to visit the calligraphy and painting competition this time, otherwise Jiang Yin would have no way to prove that this painting is his own.

At this moment, Sun Qian sent another message: "Jiang Yin, the organizer of the calligraphy and painting competition invited you to the scene!!!!"

Jiang Yin stared blankly at the news for a second, his heart beat faster, of course he really wanted to participate, but under the current situation, he didn't want to add any more burden to Lin Dongyan.

He clicked on the dialog box, and just about to reply, Lin Dongyan called as soon as he made a phone call.

The author has something to say: Is it good news? Mr. Lin