The small town of Manarola, Italy, is a place of recuperation that Zhu Tianyang has been looking for for half a lifetime. Since 2004, he has spent at least five months of the year in Manarola.

At different stages of his life, Zhu Tianyang has stayed in many places in the world.

When he was young, he lived in the towering Kunlun Mountains for a long time and loved the African savannah. In his prime, he was fascinated by Santorini on the Aegean Sea and spent more than half a year each in the serene and beautiful towns of Annecy and Fontaine-de-Vaucluse in France. After the year of confusion, Zhu Tianyang once regarded the "Eagle's Nest Village" Eze as a spiritual harbor.

A few years later, when he arrived in Manarola, where he met the sun and deep blue, the love of his life, the steep cliffs, the colourful houses, the crystal clear waters and the vineyards, it was clear at a glance that this was the place where he would die.

Someone asked Zhu Tianyang why he moved away from Eze, and Zhu Tianyang said: Fate! People pay attention to fate, and some people can determine at a glance whether the stranger on the other side will become their friend or even a partner, and the place of residence is the same.

Of course, this is Zhu Tianyang's public statement, and the real reason behind it, except for him, no one can say clearly.

In the restaurant on the first floor.

Sitting in the position of Zhu Tianyang to eat, you can smell the breath of the sea brought by the sea breeze through the window, you can hear the chirping of seabirds and the surging waves, and you can watch the sea and listen to the waves without leaving home.

The door rings.

Miaoshu, who walked in behind the old housekeeper, was still the same, with a dry face, triangular eyes, broom eyebrows, gray hair, and a little big clothes on his body, which felt like he had picked up other people's clothes to wear.

Seeing Zhu Tianyang sitting at the dinner table, Miaoshu's already hunched waist bent a few degrees, and there was no iron mouth to cut off the appearance of a master.

Putting down the chopsticks and wiping his hands with a towel, Zhu Tianyang looked at the housekeeper and assistant and said, "You go out first." ”

Everyone in the house withdrew, and Zhu Tianyang sat on the chair and stared at Miaoshu.

After looking at it for two minutes, he saw that Miaoshu was about to come down before he spoke, "Did you bring something?"

"Brought. Miaoshu replied, and took out an old-fashioned red-skinned diary from the inner pocket of his jacket, the packaging of the diary was very worn, and it was very old at a glance.

Taking the diary from Miaoshu's hand, Zhu Tianyang asked, "Were you there when he breathed?"

Miaoki nodded: "Yes." ”

Zhu Tianyang asked, "Were you present when he was cremated?"

Miaoki nodded: "Yes." ”

Zhu Tianyang asked again: "Does anyone still know about the existence of this book?"

Miaoshu looked frightened, shook his head and said, "No." ”

Zhu Tianyang opened the diary, read it page by page, and after a while, he closed the diary, got up and said, "Go out for a walk with me." ”

The so-called going out for a walk is to stand next to Zhu Tianyang and watch him sketch.

Vehicles are not allowed in the town, so it is only possible to walk in the town.

After walking for more than 30 minutes, you will walk to a hillside facing the sea at the back of the town, where you can look down on the whole town of Manarola and the turquoise sea, and you can see the marina where the yachts are parked, the platform of the train station and the famous Via-dellAmore.

Seeing that Zhu Tianyang was standing here and no longer walking, the entourage behind him immediately stepped forward, set up the easel, put the drawing board, and laid out the sketch paper, pens, and paint boxes.

Taking the sunhat from the butler's hand and putting it on, Zhu Tianyang asked Miaoshu while moving his wrist: "I remember that you write very well." ”

Miaoshu said humbly: "Writing about pastime, not elegance." ”

Picking up the paintbrush, lightly clicking a few small dots on the paper, first setting the layout ratio of the whole painting, Zhu Tianyang said: "Do you know the difference between writing and painting?"

Miaoshu pondered for a while, and said carefully: "Writing is from the inside out, and painting is from the outside to the inside." ”

Zhu Tianyang showed an obvious smile on his face and said, "The hero sees the same thing!"

Miaoshu hurriedly said, "Don't dare to be." ”

Zhu Tianyang is single-minded, and while sketching on the paper, he said: "Writing is to write one's own heart, and sketching is an extra-painting." Writing requires understanding, painting requires observation, writing requires accumulation, and painting requires giving. Some people say that the most difficult thing is to have self-knowledge, but I think that most people are self-aware, but most of them are blinded by self-deception, dragged down by external objects, desires, inertia, greed, and hatred, and self-deception, so they seem to be unconscious. ”

Lowering his arm and carefully observing the layout on the drawing paper, Zhu Tianyang continued: "It is difficult to draw the shape and bones, and you don't know the face but not the heart." I've seen a lot of sketch masters who can draw a person's facial features and expression on paper with just a few glances, but if you ask him if he can see through the good, evil, loyalty, and treachery of the person on the paper, he can't say. Therefore, it is not easier to know people than to know yourself. ”

Miaoshu stood aside and listened respectfully, the old butler in Tang costume held his hands in his hands, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, as if he was recuperating, and a curious white seabird hovered over the heads of several people, called twice, and flew towards the sea again.

Picking up the kettle and taking a sip of water, Zhu Tianyang looked at Miaoshu and said, "When it comes to painting, you are not as good as me." When it comes to knowing people, I am not as good as you. However, most of your knowledge depends on formulas, and you can see the things that are constant, and the things that are variables are a little worse. ”

Constants, variables, odd people,

Miaoshu's mind was racing, and in the face of Zhu Tianyang, he didn't just listen to it, and took over at the right time: "Yes, yes, fortune telling and magic are almost the same, it is not difficult to know, practice makes perfect." ”

After Miaoshu finished speaking, he thought that Zhu Tianyang would continue to "nag", but he didn't expect that Zhu Tianyang, who had been talking eloquently since he stood here, was silent.

Standing in front of the drawing board, Zhu Tianyang concentrated on painting, he put down his pen neatly, the pen was crisp, and after a while, the town and the sea appeared on the drawing paper.

For half an hour, no one spoke, only the sound of the waves in my ears.

Finally, Zhu Tianyang, who seemed to be tired of painting, put down his pen, took a few steps back, stared at the drawing paper for a few seconds, and then walked back, pulled out the drawing paper, pinched the middle of the paper, and divided his hands - "Thorn!"

Torn!

Stuffing the shredded drawing paper into the garbage bag that came with him next to the easel, Zhu Tianyang turned around, patted Miaoshu on the shoulder, and said without a trace of fireworks: "Regarding the matter of Bian Xuedao, you are not allowed to say a word to anyone." ”

Miaoki, who was pale, nodded heavily: "Yes." ”

A few minutes later, Mioki was taken away by two big men in suits.

Zhu Tianyang picked up the brush again, lightly clicked a few dots on the new drawing paper again, and drew again.

If there is a camera to record this process, when you look back, you will find that drawing on the front and back sheets of paper, Zhu Tianyang's pen position and pen order are exactly the same, and even the structural proportion of the painting, with the naked eye, is almost exactly the same.

10 After a few minutes, Zhu Tianyang spoke: "Zhu family can't fall, and it can't be messy." ”

There was no one else around, the old housekeeper opened his eyes and said slowly: "The uncle's temperament is slightly insufficient, and the fourth master's ability is there, that is, he likes to use biased means." ”

Zhu Tianyang held a paintbrush in his hand and looked at the sea: "It's okay to let the fourth child be this home." But he was a little too anxious, after all, his sons were not as good as the old ones. ”

The old housekeeper said, "The people from the fourth master's side have sent a letter, and they may have to do it recently." ”

Zhu Tianyang frowned and asked, "Who to move?"

The old housekeeper said, "Bian Xuedao or Ma Chengde." ”

Zhu Tianyang asked: "Isn't Ma Chengde retiring in a French winery?"

The old housekeeper said expressionlessly: "His nephew Lu Wenjin has just returned to China and went to attend the drinking party of Bian Xuedao. At home, the uncle's strength has an advantage over the fourth master, but not too much, but the two helpers that the master left for the uncle outside are one article and one martial arts, and the fourth master is very scruples. ”

"One article and one martial arts......" Zhu Tianyang asked: "Do the people sent to the United States and Canada have any letters?"

The old housekeeper took out a fax paper from his sleeve and said, "They found the target, and then they followed the vine to touch the melon, and it was already certain that Tong Yungui and his son died in the hands of Bian Xuedao." ”

Taking the fax and looking at it, Zhu Tianyang said: "Hide from the sky and cross the sea, borrow a knife to kill people, and the golden cicada will come out of its shell! No wonder the old man valued him so much before he died, and he had some means." ”

The old housekeeper nodded and said: "The most exciting thing is to kill people with a knife, I'm afraid that the Jin family still doesn't know that Jin Chuanhe has fallen into someone else's way and has been used as a gun." ”

Zhu Tianyang said with a smile: "The surname is so hard, the fourth child's teeth are enough to choke him!"

The old housekeeper's eyelids jumped, and he said word by word: "If you don't move, you don't have to use it, and you don't have to fight." The Lord shall not be angry and will not be discouraged and cause war. Move in line with the profit, and stop at the point of not the benefit. Anger can be restored, sorrow can be restored, the dead country cannot be restored, and the dead cannot be resurrected. ”

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Yanjing.

Separated from Shan Hong, he drove around alone for a while, and Bian Xuedao found that it was not suitable for a ride today.

On the opening day of the Olympic Games, the Yanjing traffic management department adopted temporary traffic control on nearly 40 road sections in Yanjing urban area.

From 11:30 p.m., traffic control will be carried out on 16 sections of the Olympic Central Area where the "Bird's Nest" is located. From 2 p.m., traffic control will be carried out on 12 peripheral road sections. In the traffic control area, only "Olympic special vehicles", Olympic bus line vehicles, and buses are allowed to pass, and social vehicles are prohibited.

Road section control has resulted in a large number of vehicle detours and traffic congestion outside the control area.

Coincidentally, when waiting for the red light on the way back to Wancheng Huafu, in the parking area outside a large beauty shop, Bian Xuedao saw his royal blue Maserati president. There was no one in the car, and when I glanced at the door of the beauty shop, people came in and out from time to time, and it seemed that business was booming.

The third floor of the beauty shop, Hibiscus Place.

Fan Qingyu is "preparing" for tomorrow night's cocktail party.

She and Zhan Hong lay side by side on the beauty bed, and the two female beauticians repeatedly smeared the liquid from several bottles next to their hands to their faces, and then rubbed them with their hands and gently massaged the acupuncture points on their faces.

Fan Qingyu closed her eyes and whispered to her beautician: "I want to wear a dress, neck and shoulders, do you have any maintenance items at home?"

The female beautician wearing a mask replied, "Some ladies, our family has a special shoulder and neck beauty package. ”

Fan Qingyu said, "Make one for me." ”

At this moment, the guide led four fashionable and beautiful young women up to the third floor, walked to the door of Furong Fang, and asked the four people, "Is there a beautician you know?"

All four shook their heads: "No." ”

The guide smiled and said, "Please wait a minute, I'll go and call the beautician." ”

After the guide left, the woman with short hair in the middle of the four glanced at the Peony Fang and Youlan Fang behind her, and whispered: "It's very expensive here, at least 30% more expensive than other shops nearby." ”

A tall beautiful woman with long flaxen hair next to her said, "Didn't the company give subsidies?"

The short-haired woman said: "It's a dress again, it's cosmetics again, it's long gone, and I still have more than 1,000." ”

The tall beauty pulled Liuhai and said, "You get what you pay for, and I can't bear to let the child trap the wolf." You have to know that tomorrow night's cocktail party will not only be attended by the senior management of Mr. Bian and the group, but also by many celebrity and big-name winery owners, and I heard that the Swedish princess who had an affair with Mr. Bian before will also go. For a cocktail party of this grade, if you are favored by a big owner...... Looking for you to make a movie or a golden house or something, do you still have to take the subway to work every day?"

The short-haired woman nudged the tall beauty and said, "you, it's full of gold and gold." ”

The tall beauty hid behind the other two companions: "Hard mouth! Let me ask you, if Mr. Bian wants the golden house to hide you, will you agree?"

The short-haired woman didn't refute this time, and changed her words and said, "Promise, why don't you agree, let me do it upside down." ”

The tall beauty hugged her two companions and said happily: "Look, I was pretending to be innocent just now, and when I mentioned Mr. Bian, the word 'dry' slipped out, Yuanyuan, how do you want to 'do'?"

When it comes to the word "dry", the tall beauty bites the sound of the word "dry" so loudly that it is ambiguous.

The short-haired woman said bitterly: "I will do whatever you want to do with Mr. Bian." ”

Inside the door of Furong Fang.

The two sisters, Zhan Hong and Fan Qingyu, who were lying on the beauty bed, turned their heads at the same time and looked at each other silently, with a lot of meaning in their eyes.