"This gentleman, did you post a post on Weibo and let us come here?

Seeing that Takasugi's painting was nearing its end, a media reporter couldn't help but ask.

Takasugi squinted, then finished finishing the last few strokes, threw the painting tools into the bamboo tube, and stood up to face the crowd.

"You've all read my Weibo before you came, right?" asked Takasugi.

"That's right, we did see Teacher Aguta's certified Weibo, and published the latest news that he would announce his true identity next to the hut near the Furong sand quarry, so ......"

Another reporter replied.

Aguta's certified Weibo, the avatar is Van Gogh's self-portrait, and Takasugi himself has never updated his real photos on Weibo.

Therefore, in Gangnam City, there are almost no people who really know Takasugi's identity.

But even so, Takasugi's verified Weibo has more than three million followers.

What is this concept?

A wandering painter in the art field has more than three million real fans, which is equivalent to 30 million fans of an entertainment star.

After all, there are fewer people who pay attention to art, and the stickiness of fans is also greater.

What is ironic is that the old man in Jiangnan City who used a needle to ink is also a master of Chinese painting, and the number of certified Weibo fans has just exceeded 10,000.

However, some of them are fake fans, and the other part is black fans who scold the street, and there are very few real fans.

Because of Aguta's reputation, every move of his Weibo dynamics will be the focus of media pursuit.

This time, everyone found out that Aguda was a native of Jiangnan City, so this news quickly spread in Jiangnan City.

The first to smell the news is naturally the media, and they are the first to arrive.

Other calligraphy and painting lovers in Jiangnan City will also rush here in batches in the near future.

"I made this decision on the spot today because I was infected by a comrade policeman. Takasugi straightened his messy long hair, lowered his head and sighed, "It's a pity that I haven't said thank you to him in person." ”

"Are you really a teacher of Akuta?", a female reporter wearing glasses said excitedly at the time: "Judging from the latest case announced by the police, you were once imprisoned by your twin brother in a hut next to you for a whole week, is it true that all this is true?"

Takasugi nodded and said, "That's right, the person rescued by the police is my Takasugi, that is, the wandering painter Aguta that you often mention." ”

"Takasugi is Aguta?"

"It turns out that the real appearance of Teacher Aguda is like this?"

"Sure enough, it's very similar to the temperament of an artist, and those with long hair are very good. ”

"Hurry up and edit the newsletter, send this article to the official accounts of major platforms first, and the article will be supplemented later. ”

Many media people are racing against time to send out this blockbuster news.

And the calligraphy and painting lovers who saw Aguta himself also had a sense of excitement behind the face.

The teacher who has been silently hiding behind the work and creating countless classic paintings turned out to be such an ordinary person.

"Teacher Akuta. A petite female reporter finally squeezed into the front row: "I want to know, what do you want to announce this time?"

"Yes, do you have anything to say when you brought everyone here?" asked another male reporter.

In everyone's opinion, Ah Guta, who rarely updates Weibo, suddenly wants to announce his true identity today, and there must be some important considerations in this.

Ah Guda was also very cooperative, he picked up the thermos cup on the ground, took a sip of water and said with a smile: "Actually, I have several purposes today, the first is to announce my real name." ”

He looked at the petite female reporter and asked, "Miss reporter, are you broadcasting live?"

"I didn't ...... That's right. The petite female reporter nodded, and she pointed her three mobile phones at Takasugi: "Do you have anything to say to the audience?"

Takasugi smiled at the camera and said: "I have been trapped in the name Akuta before, imprisoning myself like a cage, thinking that this is very chic, but then I learned that I have lost a lot of things, and I should be myself now, and I am Takasugi." ”

"Do you want to be yourself?" the female reporter was puzzled, and quickly asked again: "Then are you going to abandon the signature of 'Aguta' in the future?"

This idea seems to be a bit groundbreaking, you know, in the industry, the signature of Akuta is very valuable, and even some painters will deliberately make fake seals, using Aguta's signature.

In this way, in the black market, if you fish in troubled waters, you will receive a lot of wealth.

A painter's abandonment of his exclusive signature is equivalent to a famous writer's abandonment of his pen name, and the loss will not only be a huge fame, but also wealth.

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Furong Police Station, Office of Criminal Investigation Group 3.

Lu Weiwei took her mobile phone and called: "Come and see, it's Gao Shan, it's the wandering painter A Guta." ”

Officer Wang soaked wolfberries in a thermos cup, ready to burn his calories later, but was also startled by Lu Weiwei's scream.

"Lu Weiwei, what the hell is your name?"

"Lao Wang, it's Gao Shan, it's Ah Guta who we rescued last time, and he seems to be about to announce some important news. Lu Weiwei moved the screen of her phone over.

"I also received this push live. ”

"Me too. ”

"It's strange, why are all major platforms pushing?"

Many veteran comrades and probationary police officers have also received push messages from different platforms on their mobile phones at this moment.

Everyone clicked on it all at once.

Gu Chen had just finished writing the revised dossier, and he also leaned over to check the situation.

"Senior Sister Lu, what is Teacher Aguda going to do?"

"Senior Brother Gu, the idol you worship is really crazy enough, he has to give up the signature of 'Aguta' from now on, and he will face the public in the future, and no longer be a wandering painter hiding behind his back. ”

Lu Weiwei looked more excited than Gao Sugi herself, and she could feel the sensation of the scene through the screen.

Gu Chen smiled, he came to Lu Weiwei's side and checked the situation at the scene with Officer Wang.

On the other side, in the riverside hut of the Furong sand quarry, Takasugi is answering reporters' questions.

"I decided to give up the 'Akuta' signature, I am a person who pays great attention to imperfections, and during the time I was held by my own brother, I felt a quiet that I had never felt before. ”

"Mr. Akuta, your previous works were all satire, so do you have a new creative direction now?" the female reporter quickly asked according to Takasugi's answer.

Takasugi smiled and said, "The answer is obvious, I will no longer create satirical paintings in the future, I will create positive energy." ”

When the words fell, many people around laughed.

"Oh no, Mr. Takasugi, that's not your style!" a tall, thin male reporter bewildered.

It is almost unimaginable for anyone who knows Takasugi's work to suddenly change the direction of his satirical paintings.

It's like a boxer who says that he doesn't box, he wants to dance ballet, and ordinary people will laugh at him for being crazy.

"I am a person who has lost both parents, withdrawn and hesitant since childhood, and was kidnapped by my younger brother. Takasugi said this, almost choked up: "I even thought about killing myself." ”

The female reporter was taken aback: "Mr. Gao, don't think about it." ”

Takasugi waved his hand and smiled: "I thought about it, but it wasn't until a young policeman said to me that I shouldn't be a person like Van Gogh, that I suddenly realized that I have been being someone else for so many years, not my true self, and I should be brave enough to integrate into this society, instead of hiding behind and being praised." ”

"Mr. Gao. A male reporter asked, "Is the policeman you want to thank the one who rescued you from the small dark room last time?"

"yes, can you tell us his name and what he looks like?"

Quite a few people are interested in this.

You know, it's been a long time since Akuta has been out of work, and some good people even spread false news about Aguta's death, but Takasugi never made any response.

At this moment, Takasugi did not respond positively, but pointed to the drawing board by the river and said, "That young policeman is in my painting." ”

"Paintings?"

"What's that?"

"The back of the police?"

Everyone's camera is only now focused on the painting that Takasugi has just completed.

At sunset, a police officer in a blue uniform looked at the setting sun, his back was tall and majestic.

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