"What? broken bricks?"

As soon as they heard Li Tong's words, those workers blew up again.

"Boss, if you want to say something else, we don't have it, you want to break bricks, we have a lot of construction sites, how much do you want?"

"It doesn't take a lot, just give me twenty or thirty yuan. Li Tongxin replied after a pause.

"Well, yes, I'll send it to you in a moment!" the foreman patted his chest and packed the ticket.

The workers walked away with their tools while talking.

Li Tong looked at the mottled and uneven wall, and fell into deep thought.

"Tongzi, what are you doing? The basement has not been changed?" the old gun interrupted anxiously on the side.

Li Tong didn't speak, just stared at the wall, thinking about the next composition.

After a while, the contractor sent the red bricks over, probably out of repayment to Li Tong, and sent two baskets of broken bricks, more than seventy or eighty pieces.

Li Tong picked up a piece casually and began to graffiti against the wall.

The old gun was inexplicable, and he didn't dare to make a sound, lit a cigarette, sat behind Li Tong, and silently watched him paint.

At first, Lao Gun felt that Li Tong was completely casual graffiti, and maybe even engaged in performance art.

But as the image of the bison on the wall became clearer and clearer, the old gun fell silent.

Li Tong's scribbled "Bison" looks casual and unrestrained, but it is full of a certain mysterious power, which seems to contain the most primitive philosophical thoughts, scientific and technological understanding, and even the creative ideas of written culture.

"It's too good!" The old gun exclaimed.

Li Tong used red bricks to paint a scene of a bison falling to the ground due to injuries, but still struggling.

The color of the picture is simple, but it expresses the wildness and great power of the bison very vividly, and has a strong artistic appeal.

Especially in the dimly lit basement, this situation is presented on the uneven walls, which has a special charm.

The old gun was shocked, and immediately called out the second fat.

Erpang was also shocked by the mural painted by Li Tong in the basement!

The rough lines and concise performance of this painting brought Er Fat to the African savannah at once.

Erfat seems to be able to see the buffalo's struggle after being injured and hear the screams of dangerous beasts in the depths of the jungle.

All this makes this mural seem rare and mysterious.

"Full of the power of the wilderness!" the second fat exclaimed unconsciously.

Lao Gun and Er Fat even felt that the roommate Li Tong in front of them was simply a miracle!

How could he paint such a majestic work.

Yes, majestic and high, full of raw power.

This is definitely not a personal creation, but the accumulation of history pressed under the pen of the same person as him and Li.

The red bricks he grasped in his hand were missing, and the red lines he drew seemed to pull the timeline of history back to the Paleolithic Age.

In that era, there was no strife, no boredom, only survival!

"How's the drawing?"

After Li Tong finished drawing the last stroke, he easily dropped the brick and glanced back at the old gun as if nothing had happened.

"Breathtaking!" said the old gun.

"Admire! Admire!" the second fat man made a gesture at Li Tong.

Li Tong smiled slightly, turned around and went upstairs, he planned to change his clothes, quickly bring the little sweet orange, and feel the power of prehistoric art.

Li Tong hurriedly came to the Shen family's villa, only to see Xiao Tiancheng eating dinner alone in the dining room, and Shen Qianmo was nowhere to be found.

"Sister Fei, I want to take Xiao Tiancheng to my villa to see the paintings, can you come with us?"

"What's wrong with that. Mr. Lee, let's go. ”

Saying that, Sister Fei led Xiao Tiancheng and planned to go to Li Tong's villa.

But as soon as he walked to the door of the villa, Li Tong, who was pulling the little orange, was stunned by a flashing light.

"Quick! It's that little girl!"

She is Shen Qianmo's daughter. ”

"Grab it, I'll post this in tomorrow's headlines. The camera gets closer. ”

In the chaotic noise, Sweet Orange was so dazzled by the flash that she couldn't open her eyes, and the whole person retreated again and again.

Li Tong barely opened his eyes in a white light, only to see dozens of reporters flocking in, long guns and short cannons, and all kinds of flashing lights shooting at them.

In the chaos, Li Tong first hugged Xiao Tiancheng, then directly picked her up, turned around and wanted to flee back.

"There's a man!? Is that guy Sweet Orange's own father?"

"Take a few more shots! Even my father has been caught! Tomorrow's hits are O!"

Shen Qianmo really can't see that after so many years of hidden marriage, she even has children. is still pretending to be a young and beautiful girl in front of the camera to cheat money, I bah!"

"That's it! deceived us for so many years! Expose her!"

"Come closer, get a picture of the little girl's face!"

Reporters, you and I desperately moved forward with a word, and the lenses of several cameras were almost touching the tip of Sweet Orange's nose.

Li Tong couldn't bear it anymore, handed the little sweet orange to Sister Fei, stepped forward and grabbed the nearest camera, "clang", and slammed it on the ground!

"Have you made enough trouble? She's just a child! If you make trouble again, Lao Tzu will sue you for trespassing on people's houses!" Li Tong roared angrily and dismissed a group of reporters.

After a while, someone in the crowd muttered weakly: "Isn't this the recently famous painter Li Tong?"

This sentence made the reporters who had quieted down all of a sudden explode again.

The overwhelming flashing lights hit again, and Li Tong directly pushed Sister Fei and Xiao Tiancheng into the villa, and then locked the door of the villa.

"Painter Li, may I ask what is your relationship with Miss Shen Qianmo, why did you appear in her villa at such a late hour?"

"Mr. Li, are you the biological father of Miss Shen Qianmo's child?"

"Painter Li, when did you start living with Miss Shen Qianmo?"

"Miss Shen Qianmo has been married for many years and deceived fans, do you have to bear this responsibility?"

All kinds of messy questions came to Li Tong one after another.

Li Tong responds to all changes with the same attitude, no matter how the reporter asks, he just doesn't open his mouth with a cold face.

The truth does not need to be explained, and what is explained is not the truth.

Li Tong is too lazy to pay attention to this group of reporters, these entertainment reporters do everything in order to stir up the news, and dare to say anything.

A journalist who does not have professional ethics is most likely to sell his soul for profit. After all, they have that convenience.

"Li Tong, you pay me for the camera!"

Just when the reporters' questioning of Li Tong was awkwardly deadlocked, a cry suddenly erupted in the crowd.

The reporter who had smashed his camera by Li Tong just now rushed to Li Tong and demonstrated to him with a worn-out camera.

Li Tong snorted coldly, "If you dare to shoot, I will dare to smash." ”

"Li Tong, I am a reporter for the Northern Weekly. This camera is worth 50,000 yuan, if you don't lose money, we'll see you in court!"

Li Tong's heart is full of contempt for this kind of person, oh, you still have a reason to secretly photograph you?

If you smash your crime tools, they are all light, just because you slam the camera on the tip of Xiao Tiancheng's nose, I Li Tong will beat you lightly!

"See you in court, see you in court! There is surveillance here, and I will sue you for trespassing on private houses and harassing minors!" Li Tong reluctantly scolded him back.

Li Tong is rich now, and it is a drop in the bucket to accompany him to a dozen cameras.

But Li Tong is unhappy now, he would rather spend this money to fight a lawsuit than pay for this kind of rotten camera.