After working non-stop outside for several days, Shan Qihuan was indeed tired. He took a nap until the evening, and the orange sunset was already visible outside the house.
They slept in their wedding room at noon today. Looking around the room, Shen Yuhan was not in the room.
The 1.8-meter bed is still a little small, so I have to go back to my 2.2-meter bed. But how can I get Shen Yuhan to move in with me? This guy is still angry from a few days ago.
Before going downstairs, Shan Qihuan checked the news in his friend group. Ding Quan said that there were two tickets for the Chinese painting exhibition. He and his wife originally wanted to go, but something suddenly happened at home and they couldn't go, so he asked them if they wanted to go.
Shan Qihuan directly sent a private message.
Mu Gen: The ticket can be given to me.
Ding Quan: You're going? Didn't you go abroad
Mu Gen: I came back at noon today.
Ding Quan: I thought I was wrong. Who are you taking
Mu Gen: It’s just me. I’m not taking you with me anyway.
Ding Quan: Hahaha, are you bringing your little friend? He's hiding so deeply.
Mu Gen: Yes, he is my child.
Shan Qihuan thought of Shen Yuhan asking him with a pursed mouth if he had anyone outside, so he answered directly.
Ding Quan: Bring him out to see me later.
Mu Gen: Let’s talk about it later.
Others have some prejudices against Shen Yuhan, so let's not meet them for the time being. Those guys are not very knowledgeable when they talk, and they might say something wrong that will make him misunderstand. Shen Yuhan is too fond of crying, so he has to comfort her when she cries.
Ding Quan forwarded the QR codes of the two tickets to Shan Qihuan.
Shan Qihuan found Shen Yuhan practicing calligraphy in the study. He had been learning to write big characters on his mobile phone the past two days. When Shan Qihuan came back, he put the practice on hold and started practicing calligraphy instead.
"Practicing calligraphy?" Shan Qihuan had never seen the study room before. After looking at it now, he found that the room was lacking this and that. There was not even a proper bookshelf. However, it was decorated by Shen Yuhan to be very fresh and simple. A small green branch in the vase could also give a feeling of early spring.
I walked over and saw what Shen Yuhan was writing. It would have been fine if I didn't see him. After reading it, I found that Shen Yuhan was not unlearned, he just never showed it in front of others.
The writing of this character is majestic and powerful, with a strong sense of commanding power. Each stroke is natural and seems to be completed in one go.
If he said he wasn't surprised, it would be a lie. Shan Qihuan walked up to him and asked, "Did you write this?"
"Ah, my writing is just so-so, sorry to make fun of me." Shen Yuhan put the brush on the pen holder, "Do you write?"
Shan Qihuan came back to his senses from the shock. It was a bit unnecessary to send Shen Yuhan to practice calligraphy. He shook his head and said, "I don't practice calligraphy much. My calligraphy is much worse than yours."
"You're too modest." Shen Yuhan put away his own calligraphy and spread out another piece of rice paper. "Write one and see?"
"Okay, I'll let you read my words." Be happy.
Shan Qihuan picked out a pen that he thought was useful from the pen holder. The place was indeed tidy.
Shen Yuhan stood quietly aside, grinding ink and feeling it carefully, as if she was standing in front of an antique desk of an ancient person. Shen Yuhan was like a wife who followed her husband's lead, and she was the ancient husband who was being watched wholeheartedly. It was just a momentary feeling, so wonderful that it was beyond words.
Shen Yuhan watched Shan Qihuan finish writing a line of words. Her husband was indeed not modest at all. His calligraphy was really average. Maybe people nowadays don't practice calligraphy often
But the hard pen calligraphy he wrote in the office was quite good.
Shen Yuhan chuckled at the words he wrote, and Shan Qihuan stopped writing and said to himself, "I said I didn't write well."
"Very good, strong enough, just practice more and you'll be fine, much better than my classmates." Shen Yuhan suddenly became confident when she saw her husband's calligraphy. It turned out that in her eyes, her husband, who was extremely strong and incomparable, also had weaknesses. She patiently comforted him, "I wrote very badly when I was a child. Writing was very tiring, and my family often forced me to practice. It took me a long time to develop my own style."
When he was a child, he did not like writing because his hands needed to be suspended in the air all the time, which he found very tiring and he did not want to learn. His brothers would always find ways to make him practice hard, either by coaxing him with candies or by rewarding him with beautiful clay dolls to coax him into writing. His father and mother stopped forcing him when they saw that his handwriting was getting better day by day. He has to thank his brothers for the fact that he can have handwriting that is the envy of other brothers in Beijing.
"That's all thanks to your family for forcing you to practice. Although I don't know how to write calligraphy, your writing is indeed very good." He took the opportunity to talk to Shen Yuhan about the exhibition, "Shen Yuhan, there is a Chinese painting exhibition tomorrow, do you want to go?"
It turns out the art exhibition ticket he asked for is still useful. I'll bring you a low-key solo exhibition tomorrow. I think you'll like it.
"I do." Shen Yuhan was happy thinking about going out to play.
In the past in Qi State, my range of activities was actually very small. When I and my family went out to burn incense, they had to bring guards with them. I never went out alone. The world was in chaos, and there were human traffickers who kidnapped boys. My family members were worried about me and were very nervous, but I would not run around.
Once there was a young man who went out in the middle of the night to meet the person he loved. He told his servants that he would be back in a quarter of an hour, but he never came back. His family searched for him for three days and finally found his body in the moat. It is said that he was naked when he was found. It was really horrible.
After that, the wealthy families in the city kept a very strict watch on their sons, and anyone who had the intention of going out would be punished by kneeling in the ancestral hall.
Shen Yuhan has always known his identity and what he should and should not do.
Today's modern society is much safer. Girls dare to walk on the streets at night without being restricted.
However, for Shen Yuhan, it is unrealistic for him to go out alone, and he dare not go to places that are not familiar to him.
The reason I dared to go to class today is because the driver would come to pick me up at the appointed time, and there would be no danger in taking classes in the piano classroom. There were security patrols outside, and there was a police duty point not far away, so it could be said to be quite safe.
After self-studying modern common sense for a period of time, Shen Yuhan would observe police signs when passing by. The online teaching materials all said that if there was any problem, one should find the police, but he still paid great attention to his own safety.
After a night's rest, Shan Qihuan regained a lot of energy and looked younger. After enough rest, his energy and vitality returned.
Shen Yuhan still had a slight cough in the morning, so Shan Qihuan asked him to put on a scarf and wrap himself up before going out.
The exhibition was a bit far from their home, and when they arrived it was exactly ten o'clock, when there were a lot of people.
Ten percent of the proceeds from today's exhibition will be used for charity. Many wealthy businessmen will purchase their favorite paintings and calligraphy. Next to the exhibition is a spice display area, which is full of antique flavors. When Shen Yuhan walked in, apart from the fact that there were more people, he was curious about all the new things.
Shen Yuhan looked around curiously at first, but she was very reserved and would not stare at anyone too much.
The exhibition was divided into two exhibition halls. After the two entered, they started from the entrance hall. There was a tour guide next to them giving explanations. In addition to manual explanations, there were also machine and text explanations.
The paintings in the front are by modern celebrities, most of which are collected by famous artists, while the paintings in the back are by modern painters, that is, paintings and calligraphy that can be traded.
Shen Yuhan and Shan Qihuan walked and looked, they were really observing other people's calligraphy and paintings carefully and benefited a lot from it, while Shan Qihuan sometimes painted and sometimes checked whether Shen Yuhan was following.
I almost forgot about Shen Yuhan mentioned in the previous investigation materials. I couldn’t believe that these were two different people. I also gradually understood how much of a blow losing parents is to a child. He was obviously very outstanding, but he turned himself into that. No wonder his grandfather never gave up on him. No wonder he was so easily deceived, because his nature was simple.
If his parents were still alive, perhaps Shen Yuhan would be a different person. He might be able to get into a good university, meet a group of like-minded friends, get a boyfriend or girlfriend he likes, and finally get married and have children, and live out his life like a heifer.
In this way, he would no longer have any contact with Shen Yuhan. For a moment, Shan Qihuan didn't know which result to choose.
In the moment when Shan Qihuan was lost in thought, Shen Yuhan had already finished admiring a landscape painting from the Qing Dynasty, and all the paintings in this exhibition area were also finished.
We walked towards the next exhibition area.
Shen Yuhan walked closely next to Shan Qihuan. He was a little bolder now, but the light in the exhibition area was not very bright. He was afraid that Shan Qihuan would lose him, so he tugged at his sleeve from time to time, appearing to be as clingy as he could be. Shan Qihuan was torn between a desire to keep a distance and a desire for Shen Yuhan to rely on him.
When they arrived at the next exhibition area, Shen Yuhan and Shan Qihuan saw a number of young people gathered in front of a painting.
A couple passing by us were also talking.
"I saw on the Internet yesterday that there is a super cute painting in this exhibition. Let's go and see it."
"Is it the one with a girl and a cat? I saw it trending last night."
"I think boys, not girls."
"But the original author said on Weibo that it was a girl. After the painting became popular, he posted a Weibo to clarify last night."
"Anyway, I think she looks like a boy. Let's go and have a look. I heard the price has been very high. If she's bought, we won't be able to see her anymore."
Shen Yuhan also wanted to see it, so he pulled Shan Qihuan's hand and said, "Shall we go see it too?"
"If you want to see it, go ahead. Since you're here, we don't mind the time." Shan Qihuan added, "If you like it, we can buy it."
"Yeah." Shen Yuhan nodded and pulled Shan Qihuan over. Although he didn't have a hobby of collecting calligraphy and paintings, if he liked any, he would buy them home to appreciate.
There were many people standing in front of the painting, some of whom were taking photos with their mobile phones. This painting became an internet celebrity Chinese painting overnight.
Nowadays, the country is promoting traditional culture and is also happy to promote it through this type of activities. After this painting covered the entire network last night, the organizer immediately hung it in the most conspicuous position in the exhibition area.
After the visitors who had finished viewing and taking photos left, Shen Yuhan and Shan Qihuan walked in to see the paintings clearly.
Shan Qihuan protected Shen Yuhan on his right side. When he was about to ask Shen Yuhan if she liked it, he saw Shen Yuhan biting her lip and her face was slightly pale.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Shen Yuhan leaned forward and tried hard to identify the signature "Yi Fang Ju Shi" on the painting. That was his handwriting and signature, but next to the painting was the name of the painter "Huang Quan".
She tightly grasped Shan Qihuan's hand, tears welling up in her eyes, not caring that she was still deliberately angry, and said anxiously: "Hubby, this painting, this painting..."
"What's wrong with the painting?" Shan Qihuan was also looking at this popular online painting. It was vividly painted. The young man in the painting and the kitten yawning next to the brazier were very lifelike. The background was also very exquisite. The painter must have carefully considered the characteristics of the dynasty when painting.
"This is my painting!" Shen Yuhan said in a low voice, "I don't know why my painting is here. I handed it to the receptionist after I finished it. Believe me, this painting is really mine."
Shan Qihuan gently stroked his back and soothed him, "I believe you." After seeing his calligraphy, he believed that Shen Yuhan had the ability. He remembered that Shen Yuhan did bring two drafts to the calligraphy and painting institution on Monday.
If he hadn't seen the calligraphy written by Shen Yuhan yesterday, he might not have taken it seriously today, but now it is different.
"Have you got your seal back?" I remember that he was also called Fang Yi Ju Shi. I only glanced at him briefly at that time, but I still remembered him.
"I got it back, at home."
"Don't worry, I'll handle it." Shan Qihuan held Shen Yuhan's cold hand tightly, and it was obvious that he was really angry, his face turned pale with anger.
When Shan Qihuan was about to contact Ding Quan, someone nearby said that the author of the painting had come to the exhibition. There was also a reporter standing at the door interviewing him and was now walking over here, saying that he wanted to take a photo with the painting. The author wanted to share with them the mental journey of creating this painting.
There were quite a few people here. Shen Yuhan and Shan Qihuan were both very attractive in appearance. Shen Yuhan's words just now attracted many passers-by to stay and watch the fun.
Well now, the original author is here.
Shan Qihuan took a video and took a photo of the artist's name below the work in the painting as evidence.
After listening to Shan Qihuan's comfort, Shen Yuhan felt much more at ease. He had never thought that his paintings would be taken here. If they were not souls from ancient times, he would have accepted it as a collision of inspiration. However, those were his memories and had different meanings to him. No one would have the same experience. He felt very uncomfortable when they were stolen.
asked Shan Qihuan: "Do we need to ask the calligraphy and painting training institution where the paintings are going?"
Shan Qihuan patted his shoulder and said, "Don't ask. I will help you get the painting and your reputation back."
Shen Yuhan said again: "He stole my things, should we call the police?"
Shan Qihuan thought for three seconds and said, "That makes sense."
So Shan Qihuan pulled Shen Yuhan aside, then pressed "1100" to call the police directly.
Huang Quan, who was being interviewed by reporters in the lobby of the exhibition, came over and stood in the middle of the painting, proudly sharing his "creative" inspiration with everyone.
He said that one day he dreamed of a beautiful ancient girl and a cat. After waking up, he drew the dream. He never thought that there would be such a huge response. He is very grateful for everyone's likes.
The price of this painting has been raised continuously, and Huang Quan just received news from the organizer that the painting has been sold for 800,000 yuan. He smiled so hard that his teeth almost fell out.
At this time, someone asked him sharply: "Did you really dream about this painting? I just heard someone say that the painting was drawn by him, not by you."
Huang Quan's face changed slightly. It couldn't be such a coincidence.
But at this time, he was confident that no one would know the origin of the painting: "This painting is mine, please don't slander my character."
The person in charge of the exhibition spoke for Huang Quan: "Mr. Huang was born into a family of scholars and had strict family education. How could he do such a thing as stealing someone else's paintings? That's too despicable and too stupid."
The man added, "The original owner is still here. If you have any doubts, you can confront him face to face. If this painting is really your own creation, you should not be afraid of being criticized."
Huang Quan's heart skipped a beat, his hands and feet felt cold, but the person in charge said confidently: "Mr. Huang, I believe in your character. Let's go confront the other party now. Fortunately, the reporters are here, we can sue them for defamation for slandering others and throwing dirty water." The person in charge also had his own ideas. Through this small incident, he could get on the hot search list and take advantage of Huang Quan's popularity, so he would not have to worry about the price of the work not going up.
Someone noticed Shan Qihuan and Shen Yuhan who were standing on the other end of the phone making a phone call. Both of them were very outstanding in appearance and height, and it was hard not to be noticed standing in the crowd, so what they said just now was heard by someone with a keen eye.
The busybody said: "They said that the painting was not drawn by you."
Shen Yuhan and Shan Qihuan were suddenly surrounded and a little scared, so they leaned into Shan Qihuan's arms.
Shan Qihuan held Shen Yuhan in his arms to block the camera. As he often faced the media, he didn't feel anything about the sudden appearance of these people. But Shen Yuhan was just a student and shouldn't face this kind of pressure from public opinion at this time.
However, it is also nice to have someone hand you a pillow when you are dozing off.
Huang Quan wanted to ask them to leave and stop the interview, but the person in charge had a lot of hot spots in his eyes: "I heard that you two said that this painting is not Mr. Huang's painting. It is very irresponsible for you to say so."
Shan Qihuan didn't look at the person in charge, but looked at Huang Quan, and said slowly: "Are you Huang Quan?"
Huang Quan was a young man in his mid-twenties with a slightly flat nose. In Shan Qihuan's eyes, he looked average, so he said with a guilty conscience, "I am."
Shan Qihuan glanced at him, then asked the person in charge: "Are you the person in charge of the organizer?"
"Yes, I'm the person in charge." The person in charge was a middle-aged man with a slightly bald head. He was so excited that he almost forgot that the people who came to the exhibition today were either rich or noble and should not be offended casually.
Shan Qihuan put away his phone and said, "This painting belongs to my friend. You can't exhibit it anymore."
The person in charge smiled and said, "Sir, we can't just copy and paste without any evidence. Mr. Huang can sue you for defamation. Please be careful with your words."
Shan Qihuan said, "Let me correct it. It's not copying, it's stealing. I tell you, stealing is probably more serious than defamation. It's a crime."
The person in charge was speechless at Shan Qihuan's words. Which one is more serious, stealing or slandering
The painting could not have been stolen. Huang Quan had just repeatedly emphasized his inspiration for the painting in front of the reporters.
Huang Quan's face turned pale, but he couldn't admit it in front of everyone, so he said anxiously: "Don't slander me, this painting is drawn by me. Sir, if you say I stole the painting, you need evidence!"
Shan Qihuan had already checked the popularity of the painting online in a short period of time, and also found Huang Quan's Weibo, where he just heard him talk about his ridiculous creative inspiration.
The person in charge didn't know the specific reason yet, but was afraid that something had happened, so he tried to smooth things over: "Mr. Huang has been working with us for many years. Is there any misunderstanding?"
Shan Qihuan smiled and said, "Misunderstanding? We will follow the legal process. If we can prove that he painted this picture, we will withdraw the charges. If not, then we will let the judge decide."
"I won't apologize for something I haven't done. What evidence do you have to prove that this painting was created by your friend?" Huang Quan tried hard to maintain his persistence, but his palms were already sweating. The other party had no evidence!
Shan Qihuan pointed out a very obvious piece of evidence: "You said that the figure in this painting is a young girl, right?"
Huang Quan: “Yes, she is a girl!”
Shan Qihuan said: "But my friend painted a boy, not a girl."
Some onlookers also said that they just said it was a boy, not a girl.
Huang Quan's expression became worse and worse: "No, she is the girl! I drew the girl!"
Shan Qihuan said: "That's a coincidence. My friend has a red mole on his collarbone, so he can draw it. Does your girl also have a red mole on her collarbone?"
The onlookers were in an uproar and rushed to paint.
Indeed, there was a tiny red mole on the boy's collarbone, which could not be seen unless you looked carefully.
Huang Quan was speechless on the spot.
He never expected that taking paintings from his uncle's studio to participate in exhibitions frequently would lead to failure one day!
At this time, Shan Qihuan checked his watch. An hour later, a group of people came into the exhibition hall. Qu Zhu appeared in front of them with bodyguards and police.
The painting "Girl and Cat" was sealed on the spot and sent to the police station.
Huang Quan was taken to the police car by the police. Before getting in the police car, Huang Quan still had an expression of disbelief on his face.
The reporter who had just interviewed Huang Quan captured his panicked expression, as well as Shan Qihuan's face and the scene of him protecting someone getting into the car.
Great, today’s headlines are here.
Shan Qihuan and Shen Yuhan got into the car under the escort of bodyguards, and they are now heading to the police station to assist in the investigation.
Shen Yuhan felt much more at ease at this moment.
With her hand still tightly held by Shan Qihuan, she asked Shan Qihuan uncertainly: "Husband, can I get my painting back?"
In response to the call of husband, Shan Qihuan blurted out: "Don't worry, I can get it back."
Shen Yuhan felt relieved again, but when she thought of her husband noticing the red mole on her collarbone, her face turned slightly hot and she lowered her head.
But then I thought, why hasn’t my husband consummated the marriage with me