The place where Tang Xiaomo lived was quite sloppy, not like a girl's boudoir, but rather like a boys' dormitory. The sofa and bed were full of clothes, or strange clothes. Sitting on the sofa, Shen Liufei noticed a foreign object behind him, stretched out his hand, and took out a pink lace-edged female underwear from behind his waist. He slipped this underwear and looked at Tang Xiaomo in front of him expressionlessly.
Tang Xiaomo took back her underwear from Shen Liufei's hands, and smiled shamelessly: "I'm sorry, I forgot to pack it."
It was inconvenient for Shen Liufei to sit in such an environment any more, so he went straight to the point: "Where are your grandfather's paintings?"
Shen Liufei was introduced into Tang Zhaozhong's study by Tang Xiaomo, and when he looked up, he saw a knife hanging on the wall.
A painter, who has a fine hand with red and green, should also cultivate his sentiments here, but Tang Zhaozhong hung a murderous knife in such a conspicuous place.
Shen Liufei walked towards the knife, raised his head slightly, and heard Tang Xiaomo's voice, "I can see it more clearly in my hand, I'll take it down for you."
Taking a stool as a footrest, Tang Xiaomo quickly climbed up, took off the knife, and put it in Shen Liufei's hand. The part of the blade that is slightly closer to the handle is relatively long and narrow, and it is slightly wider and slightly curved upwards. The scabbard was made of rhino horn, with a five-clawed dragon pattern engraved on the top, and the word "Qing Ping" engraved on the front. Shen Liufei turned the knife to the back, carefully identified the two lines of characters on the top, and read it out softly: "Feng comes from Bailian, It will be forever withered... What a beautiful knife."
"Put it out, it's even more beautiful." Tang Xiaomo took the knife from Shen Liufei's hand and tried to pull it out, but found that the knife was stuck in the sheath so tightly that she couldn't pull it out no matter how hard she tried. In addition, the knife was already heavy, so she blushed after clenching her teeth and pulling hard, and she exerted her strength to suckle, but the knife and the scabbard still fit tightly.
Seeing the other party's strenuous appearance, Shen Liufei slightly curled the corner of his mouth, took the knife from Tang Xiaomo's hand, shook his wrist, and pulled the knife out easily.
The moment it was unsheathed, the blade seemed to tremble, and the light of the blade forced people to open their eyes for a while.
Shen Liufei asked, "Who forged this?"
Tang Xiaomo said, "A friend of my grandfather is a descendant of the sixth generation of swordsmiths. If he lives to this day, he can apply for intangible cultural heritage."
Shen Liufei put the long sword into the scabbard and felt regretful: "Has passed away?"
Tang Xiaomo nodded: "Like my grandfather, I don't know how to flatter, I don't know how to hype, I just focus on forging his good knives, and I don't have a career in food and clothing. Life has been very hard, and then I fell seriously ill. died."
In the past two years, various policies to support the development of intangible cultural heritage have been introduced, and the living conditions of some old craftsmen have been greatly improved, but in the early days, it was indeed difficult. Shen Liufei is a painter himself, and he is also a person in the art and culture circle. He understands too much that in this era, there is a lot of noise and impetuousness. Those who are indifferent and self-sufficient in this circle are more and more difficult to make a living.
Pointing to a scroll bottle with many picture scrolls in it, Tang Xiaomo pouted again at a large pear, flower and wood cabinet: "These are things that my grandfather kept. After he disappeared, I didn't want to throw them away."
When I opened the drawer, I saw that all of them belonged to the painter, there were brushes carved from bamboo, and there were ancient inkstones over a foot long. The Tang family seems to be poor, but the four treasures of the study are all real treasures.
Inside was a camphor wood painting box tied with a red ribbon. Shen Liufei took out the painting box, untied the ribbon, took out the scroll inside, and unfolded it slowly.
"I'm imitating Qiu Ying, right?" Shen Liufei scrutinized it carefully, his eyes were full of admiration, but the corners of his lips were tight. Qiu Ying's painting of "Four Masters of the Ming Dynasty" has the highest price. If this is regarded as an authentic work, this thin layer of paper will be more expensive than gilding.
Tang Xiaomo sighed: "It can be considered a blessing in disguise. Grandpa has studied and painted for a lifetime seriously and in obscurity, but he never thought that he would become famous because of this murder case."
"Not yet. We have to wait for the police to announce the details of the case. At that time, your threshold will be breached by reporters." Shen Liufei put down the imitation of Qiu Ying's work, took out a stack of newspaper clippings to read, and asked Tang Xiaomo, "Your grandfather Have you had an art exhibition before?"
Tang Xiaomo said, "It happened decades ago. My father was born. I never heard my grandfather mention it once. Ask him, he is not happy."
At that time, the paper media was still not lonely. The only art exhibition that Tang Zhaozhong had held was criticized by art critics for being inexhaustible. In the end, he couldn't get along in the art circle, and he had to change his career to become an art gallery administrator.
Compared with Tang Zhaozhong's paintings, Shen Liufei was obviously more interested in these old fights. He carefully read these magazines and newspapers, and then found a very familiar name, Li Guochang.
Li Guochang is the most vehement and caustic among those art critics who criticize Tang Zhaozhong's painting skills, and he is also the most authoritative and famous one. Since then, no one has raised the price or even asked the price, which is almost equivalent to condemning a painter to death.
Shen Liufei recalled Tang Zhaozhong's words in the hospital. He felt strange. He asked meticulously, but Tang Zhaozhong answered vaguely. Ordinarily, a painter is still a painter who can imitate the "Luo Shen Fu Tu" and make it look fake. He must have the ability to observe. As for the two robbers who had held him hostage, there was no reason to not remember their appearance.
Seeing Shen Liufei standing still, her brows condensed with a very serious look, Tang Xiaomo couldn't help but ask, "What is Teacher Shen thinking?"
Shen Liufei put down the documents in his hand, closed the drawer, and said, "I want a friend." As soon as he said it, he really thought that at this time, Xie Lanshan had been playing with Song Qilian's mother and son for a day, and they should be ready to have dinner and spend a good night together.
"What friend? Thank you, Officer? I've seen it already, you care about him a lot." Seeing Shen Liufei's expression, she knew she had guessed it, Tang Xiaomo smiled smugly, "If you care about people, just say it, they're talking to them now. The old lover is eating, and if you can't keep up, you have to do something at night, and you won't have time to regret it."
"It makes sense." Shen Liufei nodded slightly, turned around and left.
"Hey? Don't look at the painting anymore?" Tang Xiaomo shouted behind him, but it was useless, people couldn't keep her.
The trip to the playground was said to be an inappropriate date. Xie Lanshan didn't have such thoughts. He was thinking of a child who lacked father's love and wanted to take him to the wild. The whole itinerary was more like a parent-child party, driving a go-kart, entering the dinosaur park, riding a roller coaster... until the night was getting dark and the stars were shining, Liu Chang shouted to him, "Uncle Xie, I'm hungry."
Xie Lanshan was very generous. He took the mother and son to the expensive seafood restaurant, and smiled at Song Qilian: "The freshest food is abalone. You can eat whatever you want."
Song Qilian flipped through the menu and thoughtfully asked Xie Lanshan whether he wanted clams or snails.
Xie Lanshan hurriedly shook his head: "You decide, I'm allergic to shellfish."
"What?" Song Qilian thought he had heard it wrong.
"Really." Xie Lanshan remembered that the first time he went to Shen Liufei's house, he was thrown down by half a dozen oysters. How dare he make it again.
"How could that be?" Song Qilian laughed when the other party was joking, "Do you remember when we went to Haikou in the summer vacation of our freshman year, just in time for the seafood festival, you and Lao Tao brought a net bag and a rake into the water to touch the seafood, Sea rainbow sea urchin and oysters, served with a few beers, and finally ate them all.”
It's not just the seafood festival that is worth remembering, it was the first time they held hands as a couple. At that time, Xie Lanshan was shy and shy, his fingertips touched and retracted, but Song Qilian took the initiative to reach out and hold him. Tao Longyue was already drunk and unconscious. They walked hand in hand. The beach was soft and the stars twinkled in the sky.
Song Qilian still wanted to recall the past, but Xie Lanshan interrupted her.
"Really? Are you sure?" Xie Lanshan tried hard to recall, and found that this memory was there, but it was particularly hazy and ethereal, like the white frost on the grass in the morning, whether it was there or not, you haven't figured it out yet , it is gone. He smiled, looked away from Song Qilian's face, and greeted the waiter who brought the dishes and wine, "This happened so many years ago, I can't remember, I really can't touch these now, as soon as I touch it, Can not breathe."
Song Qilian's smile condensed on his face. She watched Xie Lanshan uncork the white wine and poured half a glass for each of them. He first looked at the color and then smelled the fragrance. The wine tasting posture was very elegant and professional.
The open-air restaurant has a clear night breeze. Not far behind them is a huge and colorful Ferris wheel, which slowly rotates in the night, decorating the entire night sky with a fairy tale-like strange brilliance. In such an environment, in such an atmosphere, Song Qilian should have been full of joy, but at this moment, she was sitting across from the man and burst into strong doubts.
She remembered the words Ko Joo-yin said in tears.
Liu Chang shouted from the side: "Uncle Xie, I want to drink too."
Xie Lanshan raised his hand and gave him a chestnut, scolded him "little bastard", and then poured him a small half glass and instructed: "Take your time and drink it, it's just wine, don't get drunk, your mother should be drunk. scolded me."
Liu Chang took a sip of white wine. It looked like juice, but it didn't taste good. He stuck out his tongue and suddenly raised his face and asked, "Uncle Xie, did my father kill anyone?"
Xie Lanshan didn't mention Li Guochang's case in front of the little boy, nor did Song Qilian, maybe Liu Mingfang muttered and complained when he picked up his son. Xie Lanshan naturally squatted in front of Liu Chang, looked him in the eye, and relieved the child's nervousness with a smile: "The case has been investigated, and your father did not kill anyone."
For a boy of this age, his father is taller than the sky, and Xie Lanshan has a deep understanding. Although he did not deal with Liu Mingfang, he did not want to destroy the idol in a boy's heart.
This kind of Xie Lanshan is no different from the past, a gentleman with the most moral sense, a kind and gentle knight, Song Qilian is a little relieved. Reminiscing about the past with Xie Lanshan, he was not enthusiastic, so he could only turn the topic back to Li Guochang's case: "I read the news, the murderer has been arrested?"
With a proposal, Xie Lanshan's eyes lit up, but his brows were furrowed: "I always feel that there is something wrong with this case."
What's wrong, Xie Lanshan squinted his eyes and thought hard.
Song Qilian smiled softly: "I can't help you with such a difficult question, but I thought of a sentence I read in a novel before, that the murderer is often the biggest beneficiary of this crime. If you look at it from this perspective, will you have any problems? Other discoveries?"
"The biggest beneficiary?" Xie Lanshan repeated Song Qilian's words, who else could it be
"Of course I'm just talking casually. You and Lao Tao must have understood such a simple truth."
It is indeed a simple truth, but the case has progressed so far. There are too many characters involved and too many entangled clues. Instead, they have turned a blind eye to it.
Xie Lanshan suddenly realized that there was a discrepancy between Tang Zhaozhong's and Zhang Wenli's confessions. Zhang Wenli said that he did not want to cooperate with Tang Zhaozhong because of the latest 3D printing technology, but Tang Zhaozhong's confession was completely opposite.
"I have to find out." Xie Lanshan bounced off the seat and apologized to Song Qilian, "I'm sorry, I can't send you and Changchang back."
Xie Lanshan invited the waiter to pay the bill, looked down at Liu Chang, patted the back of his head, and asked with a smile, "Boy, take care of your mother at night, can you do it?"
Liu Chang nodded vigorously, but Song Qilian wanted to keep his mouth shut: "A Lan..."
"Oh, I forgot." Xie Lanshan had already taken two steps in a rush, turned back, and clung to his lower body with a smile, and dropped a polite goodbye kiss on Song Qilian's cheek.
Then he really left, and before he stepped out of the restaurant terrace, he received a call from Shen Liufei, Xie Lanshan's voice became happy: "Your house, or mine?"
The dishes on the table barely moved. Facing the empty seats opposite, Song Qilian's heart was also mostly empty. That strong feeling resurfaced in her heart again. Compared with the big boy who was shy even holding hands ten years ago, this man is indeed different.