Lin Zeng and Jiang Hua, when they left the exhibition hall, each had some worries. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Walking to a vacant lot with few people, Jiang Hua finally dialed the phone number that he had been hesitating.

"Hey, Mr. Ming......"

The person who contacted Jiang Hua seems to be a well-known calligrapher and painter in Haixi Province and a teacher of Jiang Hua.

Regarding today's matter, Jiang Hua is seeking the teacher's advice and help by phone.

It was inconvenient to talk in detail on the phone, so Jiang Hua only briefly explained his situation and hung up.

"I'm going to go to Teacher Ming's studio and talk to her. "According to ordinary reasoning, although there is little hope of finding the painting, Jiang has been freed from anger and dissatisfaction.

"My friend also has some connections, I'll go and inquire about how to solve it, what is the situation, feel free to contact. Lin Zeng was inconvenient to go with him, but decided to go home and act in the way of a breeder.

The two parted on the spot, and Lin Zeng returned to the Big Dream Mansion and took out a fine-leaved plant from the breeding space that had grown to a height of ten centimeters.

That's how he chose it.

"Perception of the silver light iron orchid, a one-star plant, a low-quality recording plant, is divided into a mother plant, and the mother plant is able to record the sound, image, and condense into a sound and light flower. The sound and light flower can only be imaged in two dimensions to restore the video and audio recorded by the sub-plant. ”

Lin Zeng went to the utility room, took a thin cotton rope, and hung this perceptual silver light iron orchid by the window, and in just an hour's effort, this perception silver light iron orchid grew a delicate red bromeliad flower.

Pick this red sound and light flower, pull out the stamen, the beautiful flower, turned into a red mist, and presented one to one with the real picture on the white wall of Lin Zeng's bedroom.

The director of the exhibition hall, who had only a strand of hair on his forehead supporting the façade, frowned, walked up and down his office, pacing rapidly.

For more than ten minutes, watching an old man walk around, it was very boring, Lin Zeng was distracted and focused on the picture, while studying the refining materials exchanged from the breeding space in his mind.

Suddenly, the picture changes, and there is a knock on the office door.

"Come in. The director of this exhibition hall walked to his place and sat down, the door of the office was pushed open, and Lin Zeng saw that the person who walked in the door was the middle-aged woman he and Jiang Hua saw for the first time.

"Director You, look at today's incident......" It was completely different from the yin and yang weird face when receiving Lin Zeng, this middle-aged woman's face was full of flattery, bending down slightly, and constantly rubbing her fingers.

"I know, don't worry. Nothing has happened before. I've seen this person's profile, but he is an art teacher at a school, that is, his painting skills are better, and when he competes, no one greets him. There are no waves. As soon as Director You spoke, Lin Zeng knew that his previous premonition was absolutely right, and the problem was on this inner ghost.

"Eh. The middle-aged woman responded expectantly, and then slurped, wanting to say something, but didn't dare to speak.

Director You, who had a silver light Tielan on his head, rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "Conglan, I won't forget your share, Boss Dai asked me tonight, and I will pay when the time comes." This kind of thing, you can't transfer money, it's all cash coming and going, don't worry. ”

"Ouch, Director You," the middle-aged woman's face lit up, and she suddenly became bright, "I'm not in a hurry, isn't it the end of the year, hehe, it's okay, then I'll go first." ”

Conglan, Director You, and Boss Dai......

Lin Zeng sat alone on the edge of the bed and wrote down these characters.

Seeing the image produced by this flower of sound and light completely disappear, he began to ponder and consider how he could act to help Jiang Hua retrieve the lost painting.

Unconsciously, two rose-red bromeliads bloomed on the branches and leaves of this perceptual silver light iron orchid that was not planted in any soil, which also recorded the image of Director You.

Lin Zeng looked at them one by one, patiently, and finally got important information when he saw the fourth flower.

Director You was about to leave work when he received a phone call.

"Boss Dai, haha, tonight at seven o'clock, the seventy-eighth is right, thank you for your hospitality, I will definitely be there on time." Director You's face was smiling like a hibiscus flower, holding a briefcase in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, looking like he couldn't close his mouth.

Number seventy-eight?

Where is this?

Lin Zeng, who has always been a civilian, doesn't understand the location of this private restaurant that is not marked on the electronic map.

However, Lin Zeng was not worried.

Perception Silver Orchid is an excellent plant to use.

No matter where he is, he can find this Director You.

Lin Zeng rarely showed a malicious smile, watched Director You's demeanor easily hang up the phone, and walked out of the office humming a small tune.

There is a saying in Xenodimensional space that has been widely circulated.

Don't mess with a breeder, because you never know what seeds he has.

When Lin Zeng already had an eyebrow for his paintings, Jiang Hua parked his car in the open space of an old dormitory of a unit, walked directly to the second floor, and gently knocked on the old-fashioned iron door.

"Eh, wait," a gentle response came from the room, and in about ten seconds, an old lady wearing a navy blue apron opened the door and let Jiang Hua into the room with a smile, "Little painting, come in and tell me the details." ”

The old lady had beautiful silver hair, neatly combed, and was not young, but her face was ruddy, and her body looked very tough. Her real name is Ming Feiyue, she is eighty-three this year, and she is a painter who enjoys a reputation in China.

She has never been married in her life, but her artistic achievements are very high, Jiang Hua once studied Gongbi painting with her for two years, and after her guidance, she has made great progress.

Walking into this small unit, there is only one bedroom and one living room, there are no people living in it, and there is a tea house in the living room, which can serve guests to drink tea. And the room inside is the old lady's studio.

"Teacher Ming, the situation is like this......" Jiang Hua told Mrs. Ming in detail about his participation and the situation he encountered today.

Ming Feiyue took a Coke from the Xiaoice box in the living room and handed it to Jiang Painting.

Don't look at the old lady's age, but her living habits are not outdated at all, and she often runs to the burger restaurant of Uncle McT's opposite alone to eat the new hamburger.

After listening to Jiang Hua's story, Ming Feiyue's face was a little gloomy, she had a bad temper when she was young, but now she is much kinder, she has been in this circle all her life, naturally compared to Jiang Hua, a newcomer who comes and goes to the campus and the farm all day long, she can see it thoroughly, and when she thought about it, she figured out the cat in it.

"Little painting, I'll help you ask, but don't have too much hope, the current calligraphy and painting world, more shady than before, I'm an old bone, and I can't speak, don't talk about your own painting, last time in an exhibition in Haishi, millions of Shoushan stones, say it's lost, people still have videos, it's not crying dad and begging mother, the news is covered to death, there is no place to reason at all. ”