I promise, you'll love my gift for sure. ”

Mr. Ross sold the guanzi with a mysterious smile on his face, "I have already called someone to transport the things to the hotel, and when you go back, you will know at a glance." ”

"Oh. ”

Bai Ye is a little disgusted, and hates this kind of trick the most.

But if Mr. Ross didn't say it, he couldn't help it. Besides, no matter how curious he was, he couldn't get out, and what kind of celebration banquet he was going to attend, which made him even more bored.

But it can't be helped, it's necessary to communicate.

It wasn't until the evening that the boring party was over. Mr. Ross personally sent Bai Ye and Cao Xiang to the hotel, and reminded him again, "Bai, the gift is in your room, don't ignore it." ”

What kind of gift is it?

Bai Ye and Cao Xiang are even more curious. The two watched Mr. Ross leave, and went straight back to the room. As soon as they entered the door, the two of them swept their eyes, and soon saw a large box on the table in the living room.

"What do you think this will be?" asked Hakuba.

"This frame, this form......"

Cao Xiang guessed seriously, "It should be a painting, a framed painting." I just don't know if it's a Chinese painting or a Western painting. No matter what kind of painting it is, it must not be easy for Mr. Ross to give you anyway. ”

"Open it and take a look. Bai Ye walked over.

With a tear, he ripped open the packaging tape of the big box, peeled off the outer packaging, and immediately saw what was inside.

Sure enough, it's a painting.

The moment he saw the picture, Bai Ye was stunned, "This is ......"

"Huh, your paintings?"

Cao Xiang also leaned over and felt a little surprised. But then, his face suddenly changed, "Bai Ye, you sold this painting?"

"Who sold it, didn't it hang it in the studio at home?" Bai Ye frowned slightly, and realized that something was wrong, he quickly reached out and touched it, and immediately made a judgment, "This is a fake." ”

"What, fake?"

Cao Xiang was shocked and stunned, this incident was beyond his expectations. After all, he was in the painting, but he saw Bai Ye's signature and the date.

That's why just now, he suspected that Bai Ye was hiding from him and sold the painting.

"Yes, I didn't draw it. ”

Bai Ye's expression was a little more solemn, "You immediately call Chen Daqi and ask him to confirm again, is my work still in the studio?"

"Uh, that's ......"

Cao Xiang nodded hurriedly and dialed international roaming, global communication.

After a while, the phone was unblocked, and Chen Daqi's voice came, "I'm eating, why are you calling me, you're done?"

"Daqi, are you in the studio?"

After receiving an affirmative answer, Cao Xiang immediately said: "Then you go to Bai Ye's studio to take a look and confirm his ...... The oil painting is the ...... What's the name?"

He turned around and asked Shiraba.

"The eternity of memory. Bai Ye replied: "It's a picture I painted for a movie two years ago." ”

"Yes, yes, yes......"

Cao Xiang repeated, "It's that strange oil painting, have you seen it...... Oh, still ...... You take a picture and pass it on. Yes...... It's okay, it's okay, I'll get back in touch!"

ended the call, and within a few minutes, Chen Daqi sent the photo through social software. The two hurriedly looked over, and the oil painting was indeed intact and hung in the studio.

No loss, no theft, business as usual.

So how did you come to this painting?"

The two of them looked at each other without saying a word, not because of speculation.

“…… There shouldn't be many people who know about your painting. ”

After a while, Cao Xiang spoke, breaking the silence, "The key is that the movie doesn't seem to have been released, right?"

"Hmm!"

Bai Ye nodded, and his memory was also a little trance-like. It feels like it's a distant thing, he and his girlfriend Lin Xianyu seem to be getting married for the movie?

I kind of forgot.

Anyway, he also remembered that the heroine of the movie seemed to be Xiao Luo's ex-girlfriend, a popular little flower in the entertainment industry, called Yang Xu, or Yang Liu?

I don't remember exactly.

However, the content of the movie, he probably still has some impressions, as if it is a story about dreams. The director is also talented, and he plans to make this movie and hit the awards.

However, two years have passed, and the movie seems to be gone, silent.

In this regard, Bai Ye is not surprised. You must know that every year, large and small companies, there are tens of thousands of film projects. Only half of these films were able to pass the review and were allowed to be filmed.

After the project was launched, there was no death halfway, and the successful completion of the shooting task was only half of the half.

This half and half of the movies have the opportunity to appear on the big screen, and it is estimated that there are only a few hundred of them shown in the cinema.

Of these hundreds of movies, at least ninety percent are just in theaters, day trips.

In addition, the vast majority of movies, which have no chance of being released, are betting on the library to eat ashes. Waiting in line for the right opportunity.

Maybe wait a few years, or a lifetime.

Perhaps for some reason, this film was banned. Even if Xiaohua is popular, it can't change this cruel fact.

The movie is gone, but the painting is still there. For this work, Bai Ye still attaches great importance to it and treasures it in his studio.

But why, the imitation of this work appears here.

The point is, who painted the imitation? Mr. Ross, where did you get this thing, and what is the purpose?

All kinds of problems came to mind, making the heads of the two people a few times bigger.

"White Leaf ......" Cao Xiang was silent for a moment before he spoke: "This painting ...... What do you think you have?"

Bai Ye looked at it carefully and said, "At least seven or eight points, the pen is very strong...... I mean, he's imitating it realistically. ”

“…… Big problem. Cao Xiang sighed softly.

"What do you mean?" Hakuba raised an eyebrow, "What's the problem?"

"Hopefully, it's not what I thought, otherwise ......" Cao Xiang stopped talking, his expression a little dignified.

Bai Ye pondered, pondered for a moment, and then said calmly: "Don't guess, ask Mr. Ross tomorrow what he should know." ”

“…… As for now, go to sleep. ”

He was really sleepy, went into the room to take a shower, and fell asleep directly.

The heart is really big.

Cao Xiang smiled bitterly, he didn't dare to sleep, thought about it for a while, immediately contacted the country, and communicated until late at night, only with sad thoughts, tossing and turning.

The next day, he had dark circles under his eyes, but he saw that in the living room, Bai Ye was full of energy and eating a hearty breakfast, and he didn't seem to be affected at all.

Cao Xiang's face darkened: "The fire has burned your eyebrows, you are still so calm, you have no heart and lungs." ”

"It didn't burn. ”

Bai Ye touched his eyebrows, with a look of surprise: "What a good eyebrow, they are still as thick and black as before, as heroic as a sword." ”

“......”

Cao Xiang was speechless with anger, and tried to warn himself that the world was very beautiful, even if the white leaves exploded in place, it would not affect the rotation of the earth, and he regained his composure.

"Woe is coming!"