"Husband, isn't it really a problem for us to steal this painting?" a young woman who was tightly wrapped up and down hesitated, "Let's return the painting."

"What's the problem, this painting is originally mine, what's wrong with me taking my painting back?

The young man looked greedily at the tightly wrapped painting in his hand and muttered.

"I didn't expect it to be so simple, I took our painting back, should I say that the Taoist priest is too stupid or too naïve to human nature, so openly put the painting outside, isn't it obvious that he is asking people to steal it. I'm just doing what he wants."

The "husband" young woman wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the young man.

"Shaoqin, you have to think clearly, with this painting, we can live the life we used to have, and we don't have to be evicted by the landlord for renting a house like now. The young man paused and said, "I have had enough of these days, I want to make a comeback, I want to restore the prestige of my fathers, and all my hopes are on this painting." ”

"Previous Life"

The young woman muttered, as if stimulated by the word "previous life", and no longer mentioned the matter of returning the painting, but gritted her teeth.

"Then let's get out of here."

Just as the two were about to leave the mountain and yearn for their future prosperous life, the young man suddenly felt a light on his back.

Something didn't feel right.

The young man had an ominous premonition about the disappearance of this familiar weight.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible"

The young man unloaded the backpack he was carrying.

"Husband, what's wrong?"

The young man ignored the young woman's words, but opened the backpack on his own.

Inside, there was nothing.

"What about the painting, why is my painting gone, give me back my painting!"

At the foot of the hill only hysterical youth remained

The next day, the Taoist temple opened, and there was still a sea of people in front of the door.

This time, there were a lot of people who had already arrived even before the opening of the view.

Draw, and you will come back.

A lot of people yesterday wanted to confirm whether this was true or not.

"Hehe, let's see if there's another painting missing. Jin Hengfeng smiled, his tone was full of schadenfreude: "I lost a painting yesterday, and today I don't have a lesson, I don't have any vigilance at all, it's really tsk, talent, is there only a few people in such a big Taoist temple." ”

"I have the money to buy land to build a Taoist temple, but I don't have the money to invite someone to see it, hey, I really don't know what to say, maybe this is the limitation of the knowledge of the people in the mountains?" Xiao He next to him also sighed, and there was a pity in his tone, such a good thing was actually taken by a fool.

With this mentality, I entered the Tibetan studio.

The moment he entered the door, the power of the dynamic Chinese painting came to his face, and Jin Hengfeng put his hands behind his back and muttered.

"But I have to admit that the creativity here is really good, make the painting dynamic and still lose the freehand of landscape painting, but I don't know how this Taoist priest did it, what latest science and technology was used or how, very curious."

"Haha, although it's amazing, the painting was still stolen!" Xiao He looked gloating.

That's right, if the painting is stolen, it's nothing.

But then they were all confused.

In the early morning, the old man holding the fishing boat walked slowly on the lake, hidden in the clouds and mist, ethereal and with a hint of truth.

Seeing it can also be substituted for it.

Looking at this painting, Curator Jin was stunned.

Is the painting really back?

"What the hell can this painting come back on its own?" Director Jin didn't seem to believe his eyes.

There was a commotion in everyone, and it was only one night, and the painting went straight back to its original place.

"Could it be this Taoist priest's hype," Xiao He on the side was stunned: "It's like performing a hype painting to be able to come back or something?"

Curator Jin shook his head and muttered.

"No way, that little red guy is"

And many people also have the same idea as Xiao He, thinking that this should be some kind of hype.

A man burst in.

It's a young man who is not very tall, and he goes on a rampage, not caring if there is anyone around him.

"Neurotic, you don't know how to read the road. ”

After a burst of muttering, the young man still turned a deaf ear, just came in to look at the morning light fishing song, and muttered.

"Why, why is this painting back, why!"

The young man's hysterical voice was so loud that many avoided him and looked at him with a suspicious look.

Isn't this just telling you that you are a thief?

"Husband, forget it" A young woman with a hurried and anxious look came behind her, and after apologizing to the surroundings for a while, she wanted to pull the young man away.

The young man still refused, and directly broke free from the young woman's hand, and said excitedly.

"This is our only hope, besides, what have we done wrong? We just got our own things back! Why is it called stealing? In this case, the Taoist priest of this Taoist temple can be regarded as a thief! He took my family's things!" The young man began to shout: "Everyone, think about it, this Taoist temple, we can see and touch the daily income, can he afford to buy so many famous paintings? You haven't thought about how these famous paintings of this Taoist priest came from? Did he buy them with real money?"

The young man's face was angry and hysterical.

It made many people look here and think about it.

And Curator Jin, who was standing on the side, was silent for a moment and then said.

"I can prove that three years ago, he came to me for appraisal and wanted to sell it to us, but because the price was not suitable, our cooperation was not reached, which was quite a pity for me at that time. ”

"Curator Jin?" The young man was overjoyed when he saw that someone was helping him, or someone he was familiar with, and said even more arrogantly: "I'm just here to get my paintings back, what did I do wrong? I didn't make a mistake! I don't believe you ask this Taoist priest, this painting, where did these paintings come from!"

The young man pointed to Li Yu who came over.

Everyone also looked at Li Yu.

Faced with the young man's questioning, Li Yu still said indifferently.

"These paintings were given by one person. ”

"Can you tell me who sent it?" asked the young man with a squint.

"Ye Huangkong. ”

As soon as the words came out, the riot present became even more serious, and even Pavilion Director Jin on the side showed an expression of surprise.

"That's right, Ye Huangkong, everyone here is not too young, and they should know about this notorious Ye Huangkong."

"This painting was taken away from me by Ye Huangkong back then, and now this painting was given to this Taoist priest by him, I took it back, is it wrong?"