Min Xili stood at the door, the light on the street was very good, that night because only half of the lights were on, so Min Xili did not see the whole picture, now I saw that this is a shop connected by three large doors, the far left is full of painting materials and stationery, the middle is a small supermarket, and the far right is full of paintings.

There are gouaches, watercolors, oil paintings, and even drawings and sketches, some framed and hung one by one, some whole books, and some broken pages, some of which are dated, some of which look very new.

There are a lot of tourists on the street, and people patronize this store, Min Xili stepped into the house, and saw Aunt Min greeting guests, and he took Pei Rui to look at himself.

Looking at those paintings, some of them are very immature, and some of them are very outstanding, and they are not expensive, dozens or hundreds. When you come from afar, it seems that it is more meaningful to bring a painting back and hang it at home.

Suddenly, Pei Rui pointed to his mobile phone and motioned to Min Xili to look, and when he opened the dialog box between the two, it was the transfer news of these stores, which was transferred from Chen Jinshu's name to Chen Yu's name by his wife Min Yi. Min Xili looked up at Pei Rui, she didn't think of this stubble at all.

Min Yi, Aunt Min...... It turned out that she didn't plan to be incognito.

Pei Rui looked at the store and asked Min Xili, "Did you find a familiar one?"

The so-called familiarity must be the paintings of Chen Jinshu and Xia Yi. Min Xili suddenly raised his head, pointed to the painting at the same angle, and said with a smile: "Although this painting is almost the same angle, the composition and brushwork are very advanced, it seems to be an imitation of "Xia Ercili", but it seems that the skills are not good, and the person who painted this painting seems to be unable to hold the pen steadily, and there is a world of difference." ”

Aunt Min seemed to be busy over there, and when she saw where Pei Rui was looking, she asked, "Sir, buy paintings?"

Min Xili heard the voice and pointed to the copy he was looking at just now: "I like this painting very much, is it a copy of Chen Jinshu's painting?"

"Oh, it's you. Aunt Min's face was not sad or happy, and she took down the painting with a hanger, and it had already fallen to dust, and Aunt Min swept it with a feather duster: "This painting has been hanging here for many years, but it is not very good." Why don't you look at something else?"

Pei Rui felt that this boss was too casual: "You also know Chen Jinshu?"

"Yes, great painter. Aunt Min pointed and said, "Many of the paintings here are copied from him, and now Bole City also wants to use him as a publicity to attract tourists." ”

Min Xili said: "I want this painting, wrap it up for me." ”

Pei Rui gave the money, but Aunt Min was a little stunned, looked up at what he was wearing, and said with a smile: "Mr. and Miss look like they should be people who can afford real paintings." ”

"Real paintings are easy to buy, but truth is hard to find. Pei Rui was stunned when he saw Aunt Min's hand, but there was nothing unusual after that.

She pretended not to understand, but Min Xili didn't have the patience to ask her directly: "I heard you say that these shops were bought by your husband, why didn't you see him?"

Aunt Min smiled indifferently: "It's dead." ”

"I'm sorry. Min Xili felt that if she was really Chen Jinshu's wife, it was indeed inappropriate for her to ask such a question.

Aunt Min wrapped the painting and handed it to Pei Rui, seeing that the two of them were standing there and not leaving: "Is there anything else?"

"I want to ask you about someone. ”

"Chen Jinshu?" Aunt Min opened her mouth directly, as if waiting for her to ask.

Min Xili shook his head: "I want to ask you, do you know Xia Yi?"

"You are Xia Yi's daughter. Aunt Min's tone didn't seem to be surprised at all.

Min Xili remembered her little surprise that night, and asked her, "You should have recognized me that night." ”

Aunt Min stopped and looked at her: "You look too similar to your mother, it's hard to recognize it." ”

"So, you know about my mother's disappearance, can you tell me where she is?" Min Xili's tone was as impatient as he took a step forward.

Aunt Min smiled a little deliberately: "I don't know." ”

She didn't say it, and Min Xili couldn't help her: "I know, my mother and Chen Jinshu have some rumors, but she has been missing for ten years, and she won't see anyone dead or dead in her life, I hope you can tell me where she is, so that I can see her." ”

"Hey......" Aunt Min seemed to sigh, as if to comfort her: "It's been ten years, no matter whether she is alive or dead, she left you alone, and she never came back to look for you later, why should you look for her." ”

"She's my mother!" Min Xili's voice trembled a little: "If it were you, would you abandon Chen Yu?"

Min Xili took out the transfer information on his mobile phone, and soon after Chen Jinshu's death, Aunt Min transferred these stores to her daughter in the name of his wife.

"Now that you know everything, what are you asking?" Aunt Min's tone suddenly became cold: "Xia Yi ruined my home! forced my husband to death! Even if I know where she is, I won't tell you!"

Hearing this, even Pei Rui was a little shocked: "You said that Xia Yi forced your husband to death?"

Aunt Min sat down on the bench next to the bar in a dejected manner, dismantled the painting that had been installed, pointed at Min Xili and smiled: "You also said that this painting has a very good idea and insufficient pen power, right, but let me tell you, this is Lao Chen's painting! Now it has been hanging in this shop for more than ten years, and no one recognizes it!"

Min Xili looked at the painting again, but he bought it for 150 yuan, and at the auction, a genuine handiwork of Chen Jinshu cost at least 1.5 million yuan......

"How...... "Min Xili is not a professional painter, and his appreciation of art is only what Xia Yi taught him. Now, Chen Jinshu's wife tells her that Chen Jinshu's paintings are worthless, which is really incredible.

Aunt Min laughed self-deprecatingly: "It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous." Since you have found it, I will simply tell you, but you had better be prepared in your heart, your mother is not as perfect and good as you remember. ”

Min Yi looked at Min Xili's face, and seemed to have returned to the first time he saw Xia Yi. Like Chen Jinshu, she is an art teacher at the university, but compared with Chen Jinshu's artistic attainments, she is really struggling, even if she works very hard to paint, she is still a big difference.

At that time, her daughter was three years old, and she pestered Min Yi to go to the class to find him, although the students in the class were familiar with this mother and little sister, but Min Yi still made her daughter obedient, and she could only wait for her father to get off work outside the classroom, and she couldn't quarrel with him.

Chen Yu is very sensible and obedient, probably because her parents are art teachers, she is very talented, and for Min Yi, it can be regarded as another relief. She also vaguely knew in her heart that her husband seemed to have been spending a lot of time in the studio recently, and his classes were always full.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the classroom are very large, and the school spends a lot of money for good lighting, and usually covers them with curtains, but today I painted a still life, so I opened the curtains. Chen Yu pointed to Chen Jinshu, who was repainting with his back to him, and reminded Min Yi in a low voice: "Mom, Dad is changing the painting." ”

Min Yi looked at it, but reminded her daughter to whisper: "Shhh ”

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