Ji Yachen was led to the Art Hotel by Fenglong, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Su Tuo standing in the hall waiting. Fenglong stepped forward to introduce the two, and Su Tuo and Ji Yachen exchanged a few casual greetings, and then went upstairs together.

"Ji Lao, I'm really sorry, I've been too busy with my creative schedule recently, and I asked your old man to come to the door in person, so you can take care of it. Su Tuo said to the thin Ji Yachen.

Ji Yachen replied disappreciatively: "I'm most annoyed by those red tapes, we are all artists, and it's best to be spontaneous." ”

"You're an artist, I don't dare to be. ”

"Don't be modest, the artist in my mouth is not a job title, it is judged by the work, and the qualifications don't count. ”

Su Tuo was choked up, this really dared to say, which of the current artists is not boiled, and your words have overturned a boatload of people.

"I'll talk about it later, look at the painting, give me that sketch "Sister". I hadn't slept well for a few days for this painting, and I should have sent someone to pick it up, but I really didn't want to miss the first ......."

Su Tuo had to go to the inner room and take out the sketch and hand it to Ji Yachen. Ji Yachen immediately stood up, took it carefully with both hands, and his eyes were immediately absorbed by the picture, and he couldn't take it off. Then he held the painting in both hands and slowly sat back, Fenglong often came to Su Tuo these days, but Su Tuo didn't show him this painting. So he also leaned closer to Ji Yachen, wanting to see it clearly.

Ji Yachen sensed something, turned his head suddenly, and stared at the wind dragon. Fenglong was taken aback, and was about to say something, only to hear Ji Yachen say first: "You know Western painting?"

Fenglong really wanted to say "understand~", but after thinking about it, he had to bite the bullet and say, "I don't understand." ”

"I don't know what to do forward, just play while I don't get in the way of my old man's paintings. ”

Fenglong pursed his lips and sat down on Su Tuo's side. Su Tuo looked at Ji Yachen's posture, looked at the painting and didn't let others disturb him, and it was very likely that it would look endless. He glanced at him and went back to the room with the wind dragon.

"Su Tuo, is this person reliable?" Fenglong muttered as soon as he closed the door.

"I don't know, this is recommended by your grandfather and Editor-in-Chief Gu, and I don't know either. ”

As soon as Fenglong came in, he really lay down on the bed and said, "I've never seen such a choking person, let him go." I'll have to take a break, watch you for ten days, and I'll be exhausted. ”

Su Tuo had to sit on the chair next to him: "Pull it down, you come to my side every day, and it will affect my creation." And tell your grandfather everything I do......"

"Hey, you have to talk about your conscience to be a man, where is your every move? I told my grandfather that you let me say everything, and I didn't show a word if I didn't let me say it. ”

"You're a scoundrel and never honest. ”

"You said rascal, I remembered, the picture you drew for me the other day, the one where a woman cut off someone's head with a sword and spurted blood, do you remember?"

"Remember, that's to test your rogue potential. ”

"Fuck you, I'm a hooligan, not a violent maniac, these are two concepts. ”

"You mean, the painting didn't move you?"

Su Tuo is a little strange, this painting is his copy of Caravaggio, that is a real scoundrel who can draw, a master scoundrel. He once hung his sword on the street all day long, swaying his neck, and he could draw his knife at any time when he saw something unpleasant, and of course, he also lost his life indirectly because of the fight.

With Su Tuo's understanding, the little rascal who can draw in front of him must at least resonate with the works of this senior. But it's clear that hooligans are like art genres, and there are many kinds of hooligans. It can't be that all hooligans are of Caravaggio's type.

"It didn't impress me, but the painting was really good, and the use of light was amazing. ”

"Then you are a relatively low level of a hooligan, and you still need to study more in the future, and strive to become a big hooligan as soon as possible. ”

"I said, you don't want me to be well...... Let's get down to business first, the painting didn't move me, but it inadvertently moved others. ”

"Who?"

"Ling'er. ”

"You just fool me, Ling'er is so well-behaved and cute, can you appreciate the beauty of violence inside?"

Fenglong lowered his voice at this time and said: "I'll tell you alone, you must not let Ling'er know, she has been worshipping violence since she was a child, and she likes to conquer ......."

"How?"

"It's embarrassing to say it, she beat me since I was a child, at first I saw that she was small and still a girl, so I pretended that I couldn't beat her. Later, she was beaten too much, and she was also in a hurry, and tried to resist, but was suppressed......"

Su Tuo smiled and looked at Fenglong playfully, but he didn't speak, but he was clearly saying: Do you think I will believe it? If I believe it, it will be that.

"I know you won't believe it, but in fact, I kind of pinched the beginning and the end in order to make the story more exciting. She has loved sports since she was a child, and later learned martial arts, taekwondo, and mixed martial arts, and she has not stopped until now...... That day in Huamei, when Liu Kai chased you, he was actually put down by her......"

"I'll go, you really didn't lie to me?"

"I lied to you that you had a bird. ”

"I remember you saying she seemed to be mad at me?"

"It's not like, it's really angry with you, it's not just angry with you, it's the kind that has been angry with you, and it's so angry. Ever since I was a child, I have never seen her be so angry with anyone or for whom. ”

"I'm dangerous, uh, ask me why she's mad at me. I've always felt like we're getting along quite well, and she's also very weak. ”

"You don't know why! She's angry with you because of you. ”

"It's not nonsense, angry with me, of course because of me. Is it possible that you are angry with you because of me? It's not uncommon for you to be a scoundrel and have such a thing......

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you, when you see Ling'er in the future, ask for more blessings. ”

"Don't mind, big brother, who is with whom of our brothers, you speak for me, I really didn't mess with her, there must be a misunderstanding. ”

"Now it's useless for you to call you uncle, I don't even want to pay attention to you. ”

"Don't say it, you said that Ling'er was moved by that painting, what is the specific performance?" Su Tuo felt that this matter was not good, and it was better to understand Fengling's temperament a little more, so that he could deal with it later.

Fenglong thought for a while at this time before he said, "Let's talk about it first, it's just my feeling." When she looked at the painting, she was like the woman with the sword in the painting, and the severed head was your ......"

Su Tuo was almost frightened and cried, what kind of Caravaggio did he copy in a good manner? Caravaggio in the previous life was really in a painting, and the head that was cut off and carried in his hand was painted into his own appearance, which became a legendary joke. Could it be that this thing is going to be fulfilled on himself, Su Tuo regretted that his intestines were blue, although the reality and the bizarre story were 108,000 miles apart, but it did not delay Su Tuo's own cranky thoughts at all.

Fenglong ignored Su Tuo and said, "Do you know why Ling'er wants to study architectural design?"

"Why?" Su Tuo, who was listless, asked casually. Originally, he wanted to say that it was because of himself, but people signed up earlier than him.

"In order to conquer! Since she was a child, she wanted to build a tall building, the tallest building in the world!"