Zhang Yang had a look of joy on his face. After so many years, he finally managed to make a fortune. This time, he made a fortune in business and bought this villa directly.
Although it is in installments, this is a villa, and in installments, it is much more expensive than a house.
"Okay... everyone, come in, it's cold outside, the hot pot should be ready soon, hurry up, everyone!"
Zhang Yang entertained these few friends of his. This meal is called warm house. According to the tradition, this meal is absolutely indispensable, otherwise the whole house will become angry and cannot control the ghosts and snakes, and the life will not be peaceful. .
"oh!"
As soon as Zhang Yang entered the house, he heard the surrounding brothers shouting.
His wife has already prepared all the ingredients at this moment, just waiting for them to eat directly at the table, such a virtuous wife will naturally attract the envy of everyone.
"You are so lucky, Zhang Yang, you have a new house, and such a virtuous wife. You must be the reincarnation of a good person. You are so envious of us."
"Haha you will meet sooner or later, why worry, my luck, you are not envious!"
"Come on, don't talk too much, I'll fill you up first, and I'll take your place as a driver, and I won't return tonight if I'm not drunk!"
"good!"
The wine glasses collided together and made a crisp sound. Everyone had a happy atmosphere, chatting with each other about the embarrassing and happy events at the beginning.
"Ha, Zhang Yang, you won't forget your first love..."
"Hey! Don't say it, once your sister-in-law hears *, maybe there will be another quarrel."
Zhang Yang cared about his wife very much, what happened before was all Chen*'s past, so don't mention it if you can.
Everyone understood, so they decided not to mention this incident again, but when they remembered Zhang Yang broke up with his first love, they cried so hard that they couldn't forget it no matter what.
The atmosphere was awkward for a while, and everyone wanted to change the topic to other places. A fat man looked at the surrounding decorations and was amazed.
"Ah, this decoration is really grand... Eh? Why is there a sub-painting here?"
The fat man put down his chopsticks and was fascinated by the painting for a moment.
"Zhang Yang, this oil painting of yours is not cheap, isn't it? It looks unusual... This painting should be about your house, right? The layout looks pretty similar, and here is your house number too! "
Hearing Fatty's words, the big guy became a little curious all of a sudden, so he followed Fatty's direction and saw an oil painting the size of a TV drama screen.
Even people who don't understand art will be amazed when they see this oil painting. This painting can't be said to perfectly restore the current scene, but there is always a rhythm and a desolate atmosphere in it.
On the side of the house, there is a painter's back, with a drawing board in front of him, and it seems to be another room inside the drawing board, which is very magical.
And in the windows of the house, there seems to be a figure drawn, although it is just a touch of white, but it always makes people daydream.
"Look at the light... the sun is setting and the sun is setting, this light is too good."
"Come on, it's really pretending that you can understand this painting. Everyone is a big bastard. Don't ruin this painting... But I think this painting will definitely make the whole room look different." Get up!"
It's just that compared with the amazement of everyone, Zhang Yang is a little confused.
"Eh? Why don't I remember that I bought such a painting? And this painting is exactly the same as my villa, so I have to hire someone to paint it?"
Zhang Yang scratched his head, he really couldn't remember when he got such a painting.
"Honey, when did we buy this painting?!"
"Eh!"
The sister-in-law in the kitchen heard Zhang Yang's call, poked her head out of the kitchen, and looked in Zhang Yang's direction.
"Oh, are you talking about that painting? It was a gift from the neighbor next door!"
"Neighbor next door?"
"That's right, the neighbor next door to 404 seems to be a painter. I happened to meet him painting when I went out, and it happened to be our house. When he saw me, he gave it to me directly."
"Yo... Zhang Yang, the place I live here is different, the neighbors are all upscale, and there is still a painter sending paintings?"
Hearing the praise from his brothers, Zhang Yang didn't have time to think about it for a while, a little pride rose in his heart, and he raised his glass to drink.
"Don't be in a hurry... don't you have time tonight?"
The sister-in-law came out of the kitchen with angry reproaches.
Time passed by little by little, and everyone didn't bother to look at the painting any more. They ate happily and drank so darkly.
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When the time finally came to end the game, they played from daylight until almost twelve o'clock.
Zhang Yang's wife put away the bowls and chopsticks and got busy in the kitchen. She didn't drink much and couldn't get involved in the conversation between Zhang Yang and his brothers, so she wanted to wash the dishes first.
She also told Zhang Yang not to drink so much and send the brothers away safely.
"Brother Zhang... Brother Zhang, I really can't drink anymore... I have to go."
"Okay, okay, go back and be safe... remember to close the door!"
Zhang Yang obviously forgot his wife's advice. At this moment, he himself was in a daze. He barely stood up from the chair and staggered. There was a sound of vomiting.
"Sure enough, it still doesn't work... When people get old, they are not as good as they used to be."
The fat man looked at Zhang Yang who was running to vomit, and shook his head emotionally.
"Fatty, hurry up!"
Hearing the shouts from outside, the fat man quickly responded.
"etc!"
Then the fat man ran two quick steps and was about to leave Zhang Yang's house, but inadvertently, when he turned around, he found that his wallet was still on the table.
"Look at my memory, I'm really confused..."
The fat man laughed at himself, then turned around and shouted:
"Wait, I forgot my wallet!"
The fat man wobbled for two steps, then walked from the door to the dining table. The fat man picked up his wallet and turned to leave.
"Eh?"
The walking figure of the fat man paused suddenly, and then looked at the painting on the table suspiciously.
"This painting...is it like this?"
The fat man was a little puzzled, maybe he was dizzy from drinking, but at this moment he actually got close to the painting and began to look at it carefully.
"This painting..."
The fat man murmured, then stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the painting.
The people in this painting...why do they seem to be moving
The doubts on the fat man's brows became more intense, and he stared blankly at the painting, lost in thought for a moment.
And this painting flashed red, and it... really started to move.
I saw that the painter in this painting began to slowly turn his head, gradually turning his head, and the painter's face began to appear in the whole picture.
First a little profile, then half a face, and finally... a whole face.
Fatty looked at this face and opened his mouth wide in surprise.
Because he saw... the artist in this painting is himself.
"ah!"
The fat man's wailing had just started before it stopped abruptly. His whole head was sucked into the painting, then his shoulders, then his legs.
His entire body... was sucked into the painting.
In reality, nothing.
And the artist turned his head back.