I hurriedly took out my phone and quickly dialed Xiaoying.

"Your call is temporarily unreachable!"

"Your call is temporarily unreachable!"

……

I dialed a few more in a row, but I still couldn't get through.

I stood in front of the "Lady Painting" in a daze, which is a sideways picture of a lady, modeled by line drawing, the lines are straight and powerful, simple and smooth. The handling of the relationship between black and white and the arrangement of the positions of the characters are all ingenious, and compared to the one given to me by Xiaoying, this painting feels more simple and smooth.

On a cold night, a dim street lamp, a clean figure, Xiaoying stood behind the iron fence gate of the school, smiling at me gently, and this beautiful figure slowly transformed into a beautiful lady.

Look back sideways!

Suddenly, the picture became gorgeous, I rubbed my eyes, it turned out that Ziyun was standing in front of me at some point, and she turned slightly sideways, just blocking the painting.

On the left was a long corridor, and on the right was the gallery I had just visited, and I turned around and was about to run back to pick up the painting that I had hastily placed in the car.

"Don't go," Ziyun whispered, "I'll help you load it, here!" she said, and she took out a cloth bag from my bag, wasn't that the painting that Xiaoying had given me?

"Are you flying on the grass?" I was a little surprised, but more delighted, so I asked Ziyun, of course, I was half joking and half serious, because she didn't tell me.

"Can you make it a little better, call a Condor Lady or something!" Ziyun said with a smile, "I'm just more careful than you!"

As I was talking, the smell of roasted cigarettes unique to the ancient city slowly diffused, and I shouted angrily, "Get out! No smoking in the exhibition area!

Two men, one fat and one thin, flashed out from the side of the corridor, "Who are you talking about?

Daewoo walked up to the "Lady Picture" in a few steps, and looked at the "Lady Picture" that was still in Ziyun's hand, and said, "Huh", "It turns out that you already have a plan!"

"Trying to be a spicy!" Ziyun was a little annoyed and angry, "When Xiao Feng took this out to me by the river, I felt a familiar taste, I felt that I had seen it somewhere, but I couldn't remember it for a while, just when I was under the flagpole, I had a little familiar feeling in my mind, but I didn't know what it was, I saw Xiao Feng's painting on the car, and I took it!"

"This watchtower!" said Zhaoyang, "you should have been here, you have been to this exhibition area, and you still remember this painting?"

"I really can't remember!" Ziyun said, "I feel very familiar when I see this, but I can't remember what I saw?"

"Wait!" Daewoo stopped Zhaoyang's urge to break the casserole and ask the end, then lowered his head and thought about it, "Do you think that many of the works we just saw seem to be unrememberable?"

"It seems to be!"

"yes, yes, I don't remember!" Zhaoyang scratched his head, "No, what were you talking about when I was smoking with Daewoo just now...... Well, did I smoke with you?"

Daewoo looked at me in surprise, and I looked at Ziyun in surprise.

Ziyun shook her head, "I don't remember," she looked painful, "I don't know why?"

"There's something wrong with this watchtower!" we said in unison.

"What's so strange about this!" an old man's voice came slowly, and everyone followed the voice to look over, it was the old man who was guarding the door, he was on crutches, walking slowly step by step, his face full of wrinkles was calm.

"Young man, this is an ordinary private exhibition hall, there are several places in our painting village, what's so strange," the old man walked over lightly, talking while walking, walked to the door, and suddenly stopped, "Huh" He felt a little surprised, "When did this painting open, and where is the barrier on it?"

"What do you mean," I was a little confused, "old man, you mean there is a cloth on it!"

"Yes, yes," said the old man, who was a little anxious, took off his robe, hung it on a nail on the top of the "Lady Picture", and wrapped the painting tightly.

At this time, we noticed that there were two bronze clasps on the "Lady Picture", and it seems that this painting did have holes in the cover cloth.

"This painting is a bit old, there were originally two pairs here, it was an old version, and now I don't do it!" The old man hurriedly covered the painting, and then spoke to us with a leisurely expression, "Ten years ago, a painting was lost, and only this one remained!"

"Old man, are you the owner of this painting?

Is this kind of painting made here?

Is there anything else in this painting?"

Of course, I was a little excited, so I asked the old man a series of questions.

Finally, the old man seemed a little impatient, and he was stunned for a moment by my question, and then said suspiciously, "Young man, have you seen this kind of engraving anywhere else?"

"Don't get me wrong, old man, I never came here to take your paintings!" I hurriedly waved my hand to explain, but I didn't want to, the painting in my hand caused the old man's ism, he rushed at me quickly, and before I could react, he snatched the painting from my hand.

The old man couldn't wait to open my "Picture of a Lady", and only halfway through it, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Ah! Why is there another one!" The old man looked very surprised, and hurriedly opened all the scrolls.

An elegant lady appeared in front of us with affection, she was wearing a colorful long skirt, holding a towering cloud sideburns, with a delicate hairpin on her head, her clothes were elegant but complex in color, her skin was elegant but dignified, especially the half of the eyes, the apricot eyes were slightly frowned, which made people a little more reverie.

I've seen this painting dozens of times, and every time I look at her, it gives people a different feeling.

"Where did you get this painting?" the old man looked at me closely, as if to read the answer in my heart.

"Old man, you haven't answered my question yet!" Of course, I wanted to know more about the origin of this "Lady Picture", and I was worried that when I told the old man that I knew nothing but a small shadow that I could not contact, he would tell me the story of "The Lady Picture".

"Very well," the old man groaned, a little compromised, "come with me, everybody, and we'll go outside." ”

Along the road, we followed the old man, I found out that the old man's right leg was a little lame, walking a little unsteady, the crutches felt very heavy, knocked on the ground "dong dong", there was a long scar on the back of his arm, it looked very eye-catching.

The corridor is not long, like an arc-shaped corridor, accompanied by the "knock" sound of the old man's crutches hitting the blue brick floor, and soon, we walked out of the corridor and came to a large courtyard. This is a courtyard with an extremely particular layout, the overall feeling is that the layout of the house is very reasonable, the feng shui is good, there are ponds and rice fields at the door, and the residual lotus in the half pond is quite meaningful.

When he came to the yard, the old man shouted, and a little girl ran out of the room, and when she saw that there was a living person, she was embarrassed to go back, and the old man said, "Xiao Feng, a guest is coming, hurry up and boil water and make tea!"

"Xiao Feng," Daewoo looked at the little girl and then at me, "I have a name with you, brother, hurry up and help!"

"No, no," the old man waved his hand and motioned for the little girl to come over, and he patted the little girl on the shoulder and said, "Let's sit casually, there are not a few guests here a year, and I am a little afraid of life, so don't mind." ”

"Little sister, your name is Xiao Feng too!" Ziyun asked the little girl softly, the little girl opened her eyes wide, looked at the old man, looked at me again, and then nodded vigorously.

"This brother is also called Xiao Feng, you have the same name!" Ziyun looked at me, I smiled at the child innocently, the little girl also smiled, made a grimace from me, and turned around and ran to the kitchen.

We casually turned around in the yard, and felt that the furniture in this watchtower was very classical, almost all of them retained the original state of the old times, with gramophones, glass wine cabinets, suitcases, storage boxes, all kinds of furniture, the style is atmospheric, the workmanship is exquisite, and there is a vague style of your Europe and the United States.

After a while, this little girl named Xiaofeng walked out lightly with a tea tray, and the old man beckoned us to sit around the tea table and taste the tea here.

In the curling mist of a pot of tea, the old man slowly opened the "Lady Picture".