What exactly is fame?

He who has a bad name, he who has a good name.

Ye Huangkong looked at the silent people around him, and sighed: "Although I, Ye Huangkong, was not a good person when I was young, but like a tricky thing, I wouldn't do it, at least not to ordinary people." ”

"In my life, I am not above board, but these paintings, they come from the light, and there is no dirt in them"

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

No one wants to believe what he says.

Because it was Ye Huangkong who said it.

The tattooed middle-aged man who was holding Ye Huangkong on the side had a somewhat hideous expression.

"Tm, why, do these people really know what the boss is who you are? Just think that you are a person who will take advantage of you? Boss boss, you have acted in a fair and honest way all your life! They have never seen you before, they are just some false things."

Fame is like that.

Bad things spread far and wide.

Ye Huangkong could only be silent.

Li Yu on the side could see that what Ye Huangkong said was true.

This painting was bought back with real money by him.

There is no debt in it, and it is because of this that I am willing to accept this painting.

"Your name itself represents a kind of debt," Li Yu shook his head.

"I'm sorry master, I really can't help you this time, this painting was indeed sold to me, a real money deal, but as far as the current situation is concerned, even if I show things like invoices, bills, etc., no one will believe me. Ye Huangkong smiled bitterly: "Now I finally understand how many disadvantages there are as a [bad guy], even if I have paid the price for what I did in the end, I still can't get rid of this label." ”

"So, do you regret your ways, or do you regret what you did back then?" Li Yu said lightly.

"Of course I regret what I did back then, if I had been on the right path, I wouldn't have ended up where everyone shouts and beats now, I just let others be afraid of me, I just entered the rivers and lakes back then, but I didn't expect that now there are only people left who are afraid of me" Ye Huangkong's eyes flashed a trace of loneliness, and he smiled bitterly at his current situation.

In silence, Jin Hengfeng, who was not far away, looked at Ye Huangkong, his eyes were inexplicable, and said.

"Mr. Ye Huangkong, I know that you have washed your hands now, and you are no longer contaminated with those things, after all, now that the anti-crime and evil things have become history, but take 10,000 steps back, is the money you used to buy this painting clean? Where do they come from?"

"Is he clean with the things he buys with this unclean money?"

Jin Hengfeng looked at Ye Huangkong with a serious expression.

It's not about anyone, but seriously expounding its own thoughts.

"Now, old man, even if I tell you that this is a painting that my son bought with the money of his legitimate business, you will not believe it. ”

"But what I can say about the old man, I owe a lot to people, but never including this boy, and the owner of these paintings. Ye Huangkong said: "The people of the year, I should have paid for the compensation, the assistance in the investigation of the investigation, what should I do, in addition to the life debt, I have repaid all the money that should be repaid, the money has also been compensated, and I have been in prison, and now that I am out, I will not even be given a chance?"

"Have I hurt you? Or do I mean that even if I have paid off my debts, I still can't get rid of the image of the wicked, so I am evil in everything I do, old man."

Ye Huangkong seemed to have figured out something and said.

"In that case, then you will come to the old man, as for the master, I am not very familiar with him, this painting was also given by me, what did I do to be sorry for you, I do things alone, I Ye Huangkong is here, what should be repaid, as long as I owe it, I must pay it back." ”

Ye Huangkong struck the ground with his cane.

The voice is weak.

But it shocks people's hearts.

Speechless for a while, no matter what kind of person he was before, at least now he is a man.

"No wonder Ye Huangkong's son is so sensitive to this, he is a Jianghu person for one day, and he is a Jianghu person for life, even if he breaks free, the label of Jianghu people can't be removed, even if he regrets it, if he turns back, he will be looked at with colored glasses" Li Yu thought of a former classmate.

When I was young, I got a tattoo because I thought it was cool, but when I grew up, I regretted it every day in the WeChat circle of friends.

Even if you endure the pain and wash off the tattoo, there will still be traces.

Others will still look at him with tinted glasses.

"I don't ask for much, just give me back my paintings"

Ye Huangkong looked at Yan Dong with disdain, he looked down on such a person the most.

backsliding, without the spirit of contract.

"You're asking for money, right, okay, I'll give you double the price you sold to me at the beginning, don't come to harass the master in the future, and don't come to the master again to paint"

"No, I don't want money, I just want that painting!" Yan Dong didn't want anything else!" Yan Dong rolled his eyes and said: "The feng shui master said, my family's fortune is bad now, what is missing is this fishing song picture, I don't want anything except the painting!"

"You're shameless."

Ye Huangkong's expression sank, and he was a little angry.

Clear-eyed people can see that the paintings in this painting room are exquisitely placed, moving and reflecting each other, next to the fishing song picture is the beautiful mountain, next to the four seasons mirror lake, connected with each other, harmonious and dependent on each other, which painting will make this place less charm.

He's sitting on the ground.

Facing Ye Huangkong, who was a little angry, Yan Dong swallowed his saliva and involuntarily took a step back, but still insisted on his thoughts.

"Layman, do you want this picture of fishing in the morning?"

"Yes!"

"I'll give you the poor way. Li Yu came to the pen fairy with an indifferent face, took out a piece of rice paper, and picked up the brush and ink next to him.

This behavior first stunned everyone, and then Xiao He next to him suddenly laughed.

"He doesn't want to paint on the spot, can he? This picture of a fishing song is a famous painting."

Curator Jin on the side narrowed his eyes: "There are a lot of rumors about this Taoist priest, including a description of his painting skills, but the rumors are too exaggerated, I don't know if it's true or fake."

Just when everyone didn't know what Li Yu was going to do, suddenly a bottle of ink was all knocked over and poured.

And when everyone felt sorry for the contamination of this fine rice paper, the ink on it suddenly moved.

Like the surrounding motion paintings, it is floating and wriggling like life.

Paint, formed on its own.