I Took Home A Mummy - Chapter 37

Xichengwei Street is remote, and the bluestone road exudes the remnants of history. There are not many people on the street. Every store is cold and cold. Compared with the smoke and dust of the bustling downtown area in front, this place is very quiet.

However, everyone knows that the price of land in Xichengwei Street is more expensive than gold, and the rent here is a bit more expensive than that in the city center.

Mo Huai came to the door of a shop, and on it was a plaque with the three characters “Drawing Spirited Away” in Crazy Grass. Taking a look, he stepped in.

“What are you looking for?” At the front desk of the shop, a man who was holding a blue and white porcelain bowl and researching took a look at Mo Huai who walked in and asked.

Mo Huai raised the picture scroll in his hand and motioned: “Look for Yu Lao.”

The man hurriedly put down the blue and white bowl in his hand and grabbed the messy bangs on his forehead, “You are Mr. Mo, right? Yu Lao is waiting for you, please come.” As he said, he walked ahead and took Mo Huai. Go to the second floor.

The decoration style of the study is very simple. Except for the surrounding walls are covered with various ink paintings, there is a desk made of red sandalwood in the middle of the room, on which is placed the four treasures of the study, there are no other sundries.

On one side of the mahogany chair, Yu was slowly brewing tea in his hands, but his eyes were fixed on the old man wearing a brown embroidered auspicious cloud Tang suit on the opposite side, “Old Qi, be careful, don’t damage my painting.”

“This is what you told me, new baby?”

Old Qi opened the picture frame and watched it carefully. In the painting, the artistic conception of spring is supposed to be spring, but it is surging.

Without letting go of every place, Qi Lao looked at it carefully, and he helped his glasses, “This painting is the same as your previous “Spring Willow Pan” in every way, but it is different in every way. This person’s style of painting is domineering and brushwork. Vigorous and vigorous, the brushwork of drawing willow branches is vigorous, and the brushwork is light and strong.”

The vicissitudes of life and wise eyes flashed light, Qi Lao’s tone was a little excited, “The ink on this painting is very new, it must not be an ancient work. Where did you get the painting from?” The style of the more powerful painters in the Chinese painting industry, he Familiar, but the owner of this painting is obviously not among him.

Yu Lao took back the painting in Qi Lao’s hand, carefully rolled it aside, and then he poured himself a cup of tea with obvious show off in his tone, “This painting is amazing, Lao Qi, I tell you, not only this One. Do you remember the “Midnight Against the Moon” I used to collect? At that time, you persuaded me that the painting was incomplete and had no collectible value. I have asked the owner of this painting to repaint a copy for me. .”

“Oh? Just relying on a painting, do you believe that the other party can complete that painting?” Old Qi was quite surprised.

Yu Lao sipped a sip of tea and looked relaxed, “Of course.”

At this time, the study door was knocked.

Yu Lao Ruizhi’s dark eyes flashed brightly, “Here.”

Old Qi was curious: “What?”

As soon as he finished his words, he saw Yu Lao’s subordinate Wan Feng walking in with a tall man.

“Yu Lao, people are here.”

Old Yu quickly stood up and walked forward, “Young man, are you here? Where are you painting? Did you bring it?”

Old Qi Qi was shocked by Yu Lao’s anxiety, he looked at Mo Huai, could it be that…

Until Mr. Yu took the painting and opened it, Mr. Qi stood up suddenly in disbelief. He was sure that the man in front of him was the one Mr. Yu just said.

The original painting was badly damaged, and now Mo Huai has completed the missing and damaged part of the original painting.

Under the old locust tree, on the edge of the deep cliff, the distant mountains are pale ink, the bright moon is high in the night sky, and a cold and lonely back is toasting to the moon. The artistic conception should be bleak and lonely, but this painting is everywhere exaggerated the nobleness and firmness of the moon, strong and cold. Even the peaks are angular and hard.

It can be seen that the painters have a bold and unrestrained style.

Yu Lao took great care of this painting, and his wise eyes were full of joy. He happily said, “Lao Qi, you see, this painting has nothing to say.”

“You really got the baby.”

Qi Lao does not like painting like Yu Lao, but he is also a senior expert in painting appreciation. He looked at Mo Huai with piercing eyes, never expecting the painter to be so young. Looking at his paintings, without certain painting skills and experience, it is difficult to draw such a mood?

“I already gave you the painting, did you promise me?” Mo Huai stood aside and asked Yu Lao.

“Relax, I never break my word.” Yu Lao took out a small box from the drawer and handed it to Mo Huai, “Repay what you want. I have transferred the remaining money to this card.”

Mo Huai opened the small box and saw the contents inside. A gleam of light flashed through his dark eyes, and his thin lips slightly cocked, showing his satisfaction.

Old Qi came to his senses from the painting. He looked at Mo Huai up and down, and made sure he hadn’t seen him. “Young man, your painting is very good.”

As soon as his words fell, Mo Huai spoke out dissatisfiedly to correct him: “It’s not good, it’s perfect.”

“Ahem.”

Old Qi choked, the solemn expression on his face broke, it was the first time he encountered such praise for himself.

Mo Huai gave him a cold look, expressionless, and then said to the old man: “You have already got the painting, I can go now.”

“Wait.”

Qi Lao shouted to Mo Huai. He turned around and said to Lao: “Lao Yu, I will hold an exhibition next month. I want this young man to participate and put his paintings on the exhibition. What do you think?”

Old Yu loved the paintings in his hands, he carefully rolled up the paintings and put them away before he said: “Ask me what do you do? Ask him.” He has seen Mo Huai’s strength, and he doesn’t think he can do the other’s. the Lord.

“Young man, what do you mean?” Old Qi asked Mo Huai.

Mo Huai didn’t hesitate for a while, but directly refused: “Not interested.”

“Not only did famous domestic masters participate in this exhibition, but the works can be displayed in this exhibition. It is something no one can ask for.” Yu Lao knew that Mo Huai was a porter before, so he explained to him. Again.

The thick black eyebrows were raised, and Mo Huai coldly replied, “Does it have anything to do with me?”

“Hey, look at what you said.” Yu Lao looked at him with a hatred of iron and steel. “You are famous, and there are more people asking for painting. Don’t you want to make money?” He heard Guo Dayong said before. He has been working as a porter in order to make money.

The corners of Qi Lao’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch, he didn’t expect Yu Lao to speak so bluntly. However, he was really the first time he met someone facing him and Yu Lao, who was so arrogant, so cold and not afraid of them.

Mo Huai’s dark eyes slanted at the old one, thinking that he was a little nervous, and even took care of his affairs, but he had to admit that one thing he said was right. He really needs to make money. Make a lot of money for Tangtang.

Who is Qi Lao, a pair of sharp eyes could tell that Mo Huai was a little moved at this time. He admits that the young man in front of him is indeed a rare talent. His painting skills are profound, and he is not inferior to Guo Zhinian, the number one painter in China. It is also a good thing if the other party can make a blockbuster in his exhibition.

Thinking of this, he opened his mouth and said: “The art exhibition I opened is a little bit different. It will not only show paintings, but there will also be an event at the exhibition, which is fighting painting. If you are so good, I think you will not dare Participate?”

“The radical method is of no use to me.”

Mo Huai’s mouth twitched slightly, somewhat ironically, “However, I will participate.” The chance to become famous is before the dawn. He thinks he is not a noble person, and of course he will seize it.

“Okay.” Old Qi smiled, “I will have someone send you the invitation letter for the exhibition when the time comes. You should prepare a work for the exhibition. Besides, the painting was done on the spot during the fight.”

After receiving Mo Huaicongs painting, Yu Laocong always filled his face with joy, “Old Qi, give me an invitation letter.”

“Didn’t you say that you won’t participate this year, don’t you find it boring?” Old Qi stared.

Lao Yu haha, smiled and said, “Isn’t this kid Mo Huai participating now? It will be interesting then.”

Every year, he watched those few guys who have earned their reputations for a show. He really didn’t think it was interesting, but now that the young man Mo Huai took part, it became much more interesting. He was waiting to watch the excitement.

“Humph.” Qi Lao snorted heavily, and he still had a relationship with Yu for the rest of his life, would he still not know what the other party thinks? “I’ll be delivered to you tomorrow.”

……

“I’m here, thank you.” Ning Mitang glanced at the scenery outside the car and motioned to him to stop.

With a swing of the steering wheel, Qiao Ziyan stopped precisely in front of the apartment steps. He unfastened his seat belt, and his voice was hard and soft with a hint of unconsciousness: “I’ll send you up.”

“No need for Police Officer Qiao, I can do it myself.” Ning Mitang also unfastened her seat belt, and she picked up her backpack to open the car door.

“Your foot hurts like this, how do you go?” Qiao Ziyan frowned.

Ning Mitang was taken aback, glanced at Yinglang’s angular face, and then took out the phone, touched a few times with her white and delicate fingers, and soon came a man’s joyful voice from the other end of the phone.

“Ahuai, are you back?”

“Well, you come down and pick me up.”

“Okay, no hurry.”

After hanging up the phone, there was a moment of silence in the car.

After a while, Qiao Ziyan broke the silence. He looked at Ning Mitang with complicated eyes, “You were very decisive when you saved that child just now.” When he appeared at the time, he happened to see her rushing over and took a ladder that was about to cross the overpass. The child who was rolling up and down was caught, but her own foot was sprained.

“You are very kind.”

Every time I met her, it was not when there was a murder or when she was saving someone.

Ning Mitang smiled, “No.” Her face was a little ashamed, “I am selfish in saving people, not as good as you think.”

“Huh?” Qiao Ziyan was a little confused.

Ning Mitang didn’t care about his confusion, and looked directly out of the car window. A tall figure appeared in front of his eyes, walking towards him with awe-inspiring aura.

“He is my selfish heart. Thank you for sending me back. Goodbye.” Ning Mitang stopped talking and opened the door and got off the car.

“Tangtang.”

Mo Huai’s pace accelerated and he immediately came to Ning Mitang. He pulled the person behind him with cold eyes and sharp thin lips. He said to Qiao Ziyan in the car, “Thank you for sending me. ‘S girlfriend is back.”

No matter what Qiao Ziyan’s expression changed, he glanced at Ning Mitang’s feet, then bent over and squeezed her legs with one hand, and held her waist with one hand, and directly hugged Princess Ren, as Ning Mitang exhaled softly, Walk into the apartment.

In the elevator, Ning Mitang hugged Mo Huai’s neck with her hands. She raised her head to look at him, looking at the man’s delicate and tight chin.

Feeling the cold breath exuding from Mo Huai’s body, she said, “A Huai.”

The man’s delicate face looked indifferent, without any reaction.

“Ahuai.”

“Ahuai?”

The voice was clearer than the other, with a delicate ending: “Are you angry with me?”

Mo Huai really insisted that he didn’t want to respond to her, but when she heard the girl’s soft voice, all of her persistence, precautions, and principles collapsed.

“Ahuai.” Ning Mitang shouted again.

“Ok.”

Holding the human hand and tightening, the black ink eyes deepened, Mo Huai’s voice suppressed, “Tangtang, don’t talk, I’m afraid I can’t help but kiss you in the elevator.”