"I didn't expect Xiao Lan to devote herself to art. She should be only eighteen or nineteen years old at this time..."
Zhao Guanren stared curiously at the oil painting on the wall. As a commoner, he couldn't appreciate elegant art. Anyway, Xiao Lan in the painting was naked, sitting on the bay window with one leg in his arms. The style of painting was so delicate that even her youthful And shyness are drawn.
"Look! These two pictures are also of her, of different age groups..."
Yan Ruyu suddenly pulled him to the side. Xiao Lan in the second picture was in her early twenties. She was leaning on the sofa and brushing her long hair with a smile. legs, and the third one is obviously a mature style in recent years.
"Oh my god! It was three years ago, and she was married and asked to draw like this..."
Yan Ruyu shook her head in disbelief, but Zhao Guanren pointed to the second oil painting and said in surprise: "Look at their sticky hair, it looks like they have just been swept by someone. Fuck you, this is called deep art!"
"Haha~ Don't think so dirty, please, this is an elegant art..."
Yan Ruyu pulled him to go outside, and said with a smile: "This is obviously a private exhibition hall, these paintings must have been exhibited publicly, even if it is true as you said, it can only prove one thing, Xiao Lan's ex-boyfriend is her Xing Le, an old classmate of mine, is a painter!"
"Xiao Lan has been married for several years, how many boyfriends have she had..."
Zhao Guanren moved the big oil painting back, and Yan Ruyu said again: "Xiao Lan has only been married for four years. I only heard that she had two boyfriends. Since then, she has been single since she was busy with her career. She also spends less time with her husband, so Never got pregnant!"
"I reckon her husband is green, and it makes people draw like that. I don't believe nothing happened..."
Zhao Guanren walked out of the studio with his arms around her, Liu Tianliang and the others also left the lounge, Xiao Lan walked out of the art gallery worriedly, but Chen Yao greeted her generously and said, "Aren't you going to have a room with me, let's go! Let's take a shower together!"
"What? You're going to have a room with her..."
Yan Ruyu's eyes widened sharply, but Zhao Guanren sneered: "Chen Yao! You are really not a good person. You just provoked me and your ex-husband, and then turned around to provoke my girlfriend again. I think you are a little girl." Motorbike won't catch fire - no kicks!"
"The cannonball that I made an appointment with, I have to finish it with tears in my eyes. Only cowards get cold feet..."
Chen Yao helped him straighten his collar, and turned away with a sneer, but Zhao Guanren smiled bitterly again: "Fatty! You really irritated her, so we should get together better, right! There is a secret studio inside, With body art from your boss!"
"No way? She also worked as a mannequin..."
Liu Tianliang opened his mouth wide in shock, Yan Ruyu explained with a smile.
"damn it!"
Liu Tianliang suddenly said depressed: "No wonder he ran here mysteriously. It turned out that his old lover came. These little sluts don't have a good thing. I don't read such low-level interesting things. Forget it! Don't read white Don't look, it's not my wife anyway!"
Liu Tianliang turned his head and ran into the studio, and the two also left the art gallery with a smile, but Yan Ruyu asked again: "Whether Fatty loves Xiao Lan, I don't think he really cares!"
"How can there be so much love in the adult world, it's all about not seeing rabbits and not casting eagles..."
Zhao Guanren walked towards the central garden with his arms around her. Zhao Fei looked over suddenly, and said with a smile, "Grandpa! We searched inside and out, even the basement, and found nothing unusual, but the corpse fish in the water is real. Quite a few, I’m afraid it’s hard to leave without a boat!”
"Huh? Husband, why does he call you grandpa..."
Yan Ruyu looked at Zhao Feidi puzzledly, and Zhao Feidi smiled again: "My name is Zhao Feidi, and I am
His younger brother's grandson, of course he has to be called grandpa, don't look at my grandpa's young age, he has more than 30 children, it's enough to be your grandpa! "
"My God! How old are you..."
Yan Ruyu covered her mouth in horror, Zhao Guanren rolled his eyes and said, "If you count by history, I'm over a thousand years old, but if you count by my experience, I should be... thirty-four , Alas~ It’s been eight years in a flash!”
"Scared me to death! I thought you were a bad old man..."
Yan Ruyu breathed a sigh of relief before following him into the museum. At this time, no one cared about any antiques. They moved old tables and old chairs to eat supper. The survivors of the museum were the same. Many people hid in the basement and starved for two days. , all of them are like starving ghosts.
"Brother! Come here for noodles, ham and beef noodles..."
Mistress Chen waved her hands coquettishly, no one dared to sit at the Eight Immortals table in the middle, Zhao Guanren sat down carelessly, Xiao Lan was eating noodles at the same table with Master Qiu, but Master Qiu was obviously very hungry, and even chatted with her for a few minutes There is no time for a sentence.
"Boss Xing! You have so many treasures here, pick a few and tell us about them after eating..."
Luan Qian's father stood up and cupped his hands. It could be seen that he was very rare in the room full of antiques. The exhibition hall was elegantly arranged in a cross-shaped shape. A wide variety of antiques were placed in glass cabinets. The brilliance of spotlights.
"Okay! As long as everyone likes to listen..."
Xing Baimao wiped his mouth and stood up, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "But I ask everyone for one thing, every utensil here is the evidence of history, I hope everyone can take good care of it, don't use the gold and silver of the Warring States period to cook noodles again, This is a waste of cultural relics!"
"Aren't you an oil painter, why are you still making antiques..."
Zhao Guanren picked up the noodle bowl and looked at him. Xing Baimao said with a smile: "I studied art in college, but this does not affect my love for antiques, but I haven't finished eating this noodle yet, so I should invite my little junior sister." , she is also an expert in this field!"
"Yes! Let Xiao Lan speak up and see if she has improved during this time..."
Master Qiu also waved his hand with a smile, and Xiao Lan, who was depressed, had to stand up reluctantly, walked to a group of display cabinets and smiled wryly: "I only understand superficially, please correct me if I am wrong, um~ we will start from this Tang Let’s start with the Crystal Palace Lantern, it is a cultural relic that is prohibited from being traded…”
Xiao Lan straightened his back and talked eloquently, and even picked up a beautiful album to explain to everyone, but Zhao Guanren suddenly got up and walked over, staring carefully at the crystal palace lantern in the glass cover, frowning and said: "Such a big new job, you Say it’s an antique from the Tang Dynasty?”
Xiao Lan was quite surprised and asked back: "The antique that opened the door at a glance, how can it be a new job?"
"Do you know what it means to open the door at a glance? If this is a cultural relic, I will swallow it alive..."
Zhao Guanren suddenly took out a dagger, inserted it into the lock and twisted open the cabinet. He was about to reach for the precious crystal palace lantern, but Xing Baimao jumped up in shock and exclaimed, "Don't touch it! It's a cultural relic, fragile!"
"Do you know what kind of oil is used to light the lamps in the palace? It must be high-quality beeswax that doesn't smoke..."
Zhao Guanren took out the palace lantern nonchalantly, opened the lamp cover and smelled the smell inside, turned around and said with a contemptuous smile: "Hmph~ I know the smell of vegetable oil. In ancient times, poor people used vegetable oil to light their lamps. Anyone with money would It's animal oil or paraffin!"
"Little friend!"
Master Qiu waved his hands and said with a smile: "You are right, but it is more than a thousand years old, so there is no guarantee that some idiot will pour vegetable oil into it and light the lamp?"
"Since it is gold that is more than a thousand years old, is there anything so shiny? This base is a fake..."
Zhao Guanren held up the lamp cover and said: "At first glance, the figure on the cover is a Bodhisattva, but in the
The Tang Dynasty, with its high artistic attainments, actually sculpted the mouth of the Bodhisattva crookedly. As the saying goes, monks with crooked mouths can’t recite good sutras. "
Zhao Guanren put down the lamp as he spoke, and browsed through the display cabinets for other antiques, then quickly shook his head and said, "Good guy! There are half of them true and false, the first-class cultural relics are all fakes, and even a porcelain cup is a high imitation. You didn’t dare to imitate Simu Wuding, you’re just cheating the National Treasure Gang!”
"You are a master, we are all handicrafts here, are you satisfied..."
Xing Baimao made a look of dumbfounding, and Xiao Lan said helplessly: "Don't underestimate the private collectors, these are cultural relics that have been appraised by experts, but you are happy, Lao Xing! Teacher Qiu! Let's go upstairs Let's talk!"
"Well! Okay, Miss Mingyan, please make us a pot of tea..."
Master Qiu smiled and went upstairs with his hands behind his back, and Xiao Lan and others followed, but Luan Qian's father still didn't believe in evil, and walked to the display cabinet with a few friends and said, "Officer Zhao! This place is quite famous. It’s impossible to fool people with a fake look, right?”
"Father-in-law! If you like it, you can take it as you please, count it as a gift from me..."
Liu Tianliang came over and picked up the palace lantern, and stuffed it to the astonished old bald man, but Zhao Guanren slashed open the armchair again, and said with a sneer, "Look clearly, is this really a huanghuali? Even the pillars in my house are made of huanghuali." , I can smell it with my nose!"
"Oh~"
Luan Qian came up to hold Liu Tianliang by the arm, and said impatiently: "It doesn't matter if it's true or not, no matter how valuable it is, it can't be eaten as food. Let's think about what we will do tomorrow. There is no supermarket on this isolated island, and we have the most food. For two days!"
"Look for a lure fishing rod tomorrow, and fish it if there is a box in the water. You can starve to death by relying on the water..."
Liu Tianliang smiled and hugged her into his arms, and kissed her on the face as if showing affection, Zhao Guanren didn't care where the survivors slept, and took Yan Ruyu out the door, and walked around in and out After that, the two came to the deepest large exhibition hall.
"Flying armor! You arranged for the brothers to be on duty at night, and I rested in the factory building..."
After Zhao Guanren explained something, the two came to the small office building in the factory building, and found an office on the second floor. It didn't matter whose room it was, Yan Ruyu jumped into Zhao Guanren's arms, with his legs crossed. There was a passionate kiss on his waist.
"Yan Xiaosao! You are so impatient, do you want to smoke cigars again..."
Zhao Guanren smiled lewdly and pushed her against the wall, Yan Ruyu punched him coquettishly, and said, "You stink to death, I want me to spit you all over, you should get some water to take a shower, sister will accompany you Hi slowly, or you don't mess with me!"
"Then trouble sister Beauty to help me take a bath, okay..."
"Hmph~ I know you won't let me idle, let's go! My wife will accompany you to the mandarin duck bath, hahaha..."
Yan Ru Yulang smiled and pulled him out. Anyway, there was no one in the factory. She started to take off her clothes as soon as she left the office. There were all kinds of beautiful temptations along the way. As a result, she just ran into the tea room and closed the door, when she suddenly sent out A scream.
"What's wrong?"
Zhao Guanren rushed over and kicked open the door, only to see Yan Ruyu slumped on the ground trembling, pointing out the window and stammering in horror: "Yes, there are ghosts! Blood was all over his face, and he floated into the sky from the outside, tree, tree There's a dead man up there!"
"where?"
Zhao Guanren drew his knife suspiciously and walked to the window, and suddenly saw a woman with short hair hanging from a big tree not far away, her tongue stuck to her chin, her whole face was blue and purple, floating in the air with the swaying branches. wandering.
"I'm going! Isn't this the sales lady, why did she die here..."