Overhead currents are heavenly masters

Entering inside, just as Xiaomi said before, this bungalow with hundreds of square meters of green tiles is divided by a wall.

The larger part displays hundreds of pieces of Shen Sifang's personal collection, each of which is marked with the author, place of origin and completion time just like in an art gallery.Among them are the works of the Jiading School, and there is also the Jinling School whose style is quite different from it, pursuing natural forms and rough shapes.

Now is not the best time to visit and appreciate, everyone just glanced at it and followed the assistants inside.

An old man in a dark thin jacket was standing in front of a wooden box, beating his chest and stamping his feet.His face was flushed red, his gray beard trembled slightly, his chest heaved up and down violently because of the overflowing emotions, and he shouted hysterically: "How could this happen?! Why did this happen! No, no, no... obviously the project is almost finished .”

After yelling, he gasped and staggered backwards. Fortunately, two assistants touched his back in time to stop him from falling backwards.

Xiaomi raised his hand to comfort him, "Hey, teacher, teacher! Don't worry, your blood pressure is not good! Let's talk slowly if you have anything to say!!"

The old man lost his breath and coughed a few times.He collected himself, and his eyes slowly swept across the large group of people behind the little assistant.The on-site photography team has cut off the live broadcast signal and turned off the camera in a timely manner.

Xiaomi and another assistant helped the old man to sit down in front of the table, and said as if he had suddenly realized: "Ah, teacher, these are the guests who came here today. Everyone, this is our teacher Shen Sifang."

Due to this accident, the live recording process of the program was disrupted.Everyone froze in place, unable to react other than an embarrassed laugh.

"Hello teacher."

"Mr. Shen, I have admired your name for a long time."

Most of Shen Sifang's hair and beard had turned white.His appearance is unremarkable, the kind of appearance that lacks memory even if he passes by on the street.Only those eyes are extremely agile, not as lively as a person of his age should be.

He glanced at everyone indifferently, said "um", then squeezed Xiaomi's wrist firmly and said, "It's gone again."

"What?" A trace of surprise appeared on the faces of the assistants.

"I have been carving the portraits of the Kings of Shu for three months, and they disappeared earlier than last time!"

Xiaomi asked: "Teacher, do you remember who locked the door last night and who opened it this morning?"

Shen Sifang closed his eyes, opened them again, and his emotions had stabilized, "It's all myself. And last night I double-checked that the door was locked. When I came in the morning, the doors and windows were all closed. Because I feel stuffy, I open the window to let in the air.”

He pointed to the undamaged anti-theft bar on the window and said: "Not to mention such a narrow distance, unless the person who took the things has the ability to shrink bones, no, or he is transformed from a bobcat!"

"Teacher, please be calm. Didn't we install surveillance cameras?" Xiaomi pointed to the eight surveillance cameras on the wall. "The installer said that there will be no dead spots for the photos to come in this way. Why don't we check the surveillance cameras first?" Say it again."

The computer and hard disk that save the surveillance clips are installed in the small cubicle of Shen Sifang's studio, and relevant information can be obtained as long as the Internet is connected to the cloud.

When Xiaomi and the others were lying next to the computer, carefully distinguishing any suspicious things in the video in a fast-forward manner, Qin Yue had already taken Guan Yunheng and others to circle the collection.

"Brother Yue, look quickly. This is so delicate." Wei Zhixiang pointed to a bamboo knot in the window and said.The bamboo joint was cut in half from the center, and the exposed part, the carver used the protrusion inside the bamboo joint to carve a lifelike grasshopper, which is very lively and amusing.

"Yes, this should be the work of Mr. Qingfu, a master of imitation bamboo carving. I saw the real one when it was exhibited last time, and it should be collected in other museums now."

"Oh..." Wei Zhixiang nodded half-understood. Although he had never heard of Mr. Wu, it was a fact that the bamboo in front of him was carved beautifully.

"I didn't expect that among the young people nowadays, there are some who know Mr. Qingfu."

As soon as he raised his head, Shen Sifang stood two steps away with a walking stick, looking at Qin Yue with arrogance, scrutiny and a hint of joy.

"It's just because I happened to see a bamboo carving exhibition." Qin Yue has always respected and admired this kind of craftsman who has settled down and pursued the top level of a certain line.

"Most people nowadays don't even have the patience to read a book, let alone an exhibition." Shen Sifang tapped his walking stick twice on the ground, "The young people around me were all yelling when they first came. I’m not used to it. So I forced them to give me a reading note every week, to grind their temper first. Fortunately, except for a few, most of them persisted.”

Listening to his tone of voice, Qin Yue shook her head, "The barren mountains and wild mountains, the theft of priceless works of art, no matter how you look at it, it looks like an insider committing the crime. But I see, Mr. Shen, that you don't seem to have any doubts about the people around you?"

"Why should you doubt? They are all good boys. I have a bad temper and quick temper, but I have always been very accurate in judging people. For example, your child, who is full of worries, seems to have a very hard life. Acting in TV dramas is like Are you so tired?"

Qin Yue corrected, dumbfounded: "Teacher, I'm not an actor, but a singer."

"Singer? Oh, the kind of singer who sings and dances on stage, and then a bunch of little girls screaming down there?"

"...More or less." It seems that although he has lived in the mountains for a long time, it seems that Shen Sifang has been watching TV a lot, and he is quite fashionable.

"Then let's count as half of our peers, all of whom are engaged in artistic creation." The old man laughed like a child, not as difficult to get along with as the first impression.

Qin Yue quickly waved her hands, "I dare not pretend to be with you, Teacher Shen. You are an intangible heritage inheritor with so many works. I just wrote a few songs and sang them."

Unexpectedly, Shen Sifang said nonchalantly, "What does it matter? It's all because I have feelings or thoughts in my heart, and then express them in different ways. I use bamboo, you use music, don't worry about those rules."

"You're right." Qin Yue said happily, abandoning the politeness and argument.

I finally know why at this age, Shen Sifang's eyes are still clear and full of life.

"You are probably the kind of person in the legend, who knows the world but not the world, and has a smooth and innocent life. I hope that when I reach your age, I will be half as clear and free as you."

Shen Sifang squinted his eyes, and asked with interest: "Young man, I still don't know your name after chatting for so long?"

"Qin Yue. Qin Chao's Qin, happy Yue. Teacher Shen just call me Xiao Qin."

The two were talking about sex, Xiaomi had already walked over, and his face was even uglier than before.

"how?"

"Teacher, nothing was captured in the video! Do you want to call the police?"

"What do you mean?"

Xiaomi glanced at Qin Yue, and said in a low voice: "Normally, we are all suspects now except you, so I think it's better to call the police."

Shen Sifang glared at him, wanting to explode but because there was still a program team squatting on the scene.

The old man tapped his fingers in the air, and said angrily, "You! Come inside with me!"

"Ok."

Looking at the backs of the two, Wei Zhixiang, who hadn't found a chance to speak out, muttered, "It's so strange. In fact, it doesn't matter to call the police, but it can prove the innocence of the assistants."

Qin Yue shook her head with a smile, "Xiangxiang, how many people in the world do you think can be able to completely trust the people around you?"

"I don't know, it should be very few." Wei Zhixiang tilted his head and thought carefully for a while, "Even if I have complete trust in Le Ting and you in Boss Guan, it is impossible to say that I have complete trust."

Of the two named, one's expression changed rapidly, and the other raised his eyebrows and asked, "So...could it be that you are hiding some secret behind our backs?"

Wei Zhixiang yelled: "Even if there is, it's an old calendar. Boss Guan, don't provoke my relationship with Le Ting!"

"What's the provocation, at most it's because you have a criminal record and Le Ting has a grudge in his heart." As he said, Guan Yunheng's eyes seemed to point to Qin Yue unintentionally.

The young man sighed inwardly, tried his best to suppress his guilty conscience, and said solemnly: "Okay, okay, Xiangxiang is easy to be serious, so don't tease him! Look, Xiaomi has come out."

When he came out, Xiaomi's eye sockets were slightly red, as if he had cried a lot.I don't know what Shen Sifang told him, but the matter of calling the police was temporarily put on hold.

They went to the small courtyard to take machetes, shovels, baskets and other tools, and followed him to the depths of the bamboo forest.

After such a day, almost all the guests were so tired that they could barely straighten their backs, and even the photographer, who has always been vigorous, rarely showed fatigue.

After dinner, Xiaomi lit a bonfire in the open space, and exchanged with Fu Mengke in a low voice about tent construction,

While learning how to roast mushrooms in a frying pan, Lu Aliang hummed a song that became popular on the Internet a few years ago, "Red umbrella, white umbrella, eat together."

While singing, Wei Zhixiang also joined in, making the girls and other staff laugh.

The laughter echoed in the bamboo forest, causing Qin Yue, who was squatting alone to the side, to turn his head to look at it, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"These guys still have the energy to be funny."

He shook his head, staring at the darkening night in a daze.

Suddenly someone asked from behind: "What are you doing here alone?"

He didn't need to turn his head to know that the footsteps were Guan Yunheng, "Probably because he is not used to such excitement, and he is afraid that he will be out of place in it."

If you stay in the hotel, you can go back to your respective rooms, but it is not the case to spend the night in the bamboo forest.For various reasons, the distance between people has become very close, so close that he is a little uncomfortable.

Guan Yunheng half-jokingly said: "It seems that you can get along well with anyone along the way, but I didn't expect that there is a social fear inside."

"Getting along well is not contradictory to maintaining social distance. In fact, both Lu Aliang and Fang Luyao are pretty good. It's just..." Through the gap in the bamboo forest, he quietly looked at the people who raised their necks and laughed.Everyone's face was painted with a layer of warm tones by the firelight.

Before he finished speaking, Guan Yunheng squeezed his hand and said, "Wait, something is approaching."

The man twitched his nose and took a few strong sniffs.But within a few days, he has basically adapted to the change in sense of smell.

"Where is it?" In the dark woods, there was no sense of oppression or the sound of wind approaching.

"Invisible places..." Guan Yunheng's gaze also circled around, and finally fell to his feet, "It's below the ground!"

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