Hua Jin has been waiting for An Beibei to come back and report to himself the news of visiting Qi Yuwei.

An Beibei is really good-tempered. Obviously I've already come to work, I can't hold my breath, I'm busy in the office, but I just don't come up.

Hua Jin wanted to call her up several times.

At ten o'clock, An Beibei seemed to be busy with the work in hand and walked slowly to the Huajin office.

"You've arrived?" Mr. Hua?" asked An Beibei leisurely.

"It's time for me to go to work. Hua Jin replied.

"Oh, I thought you wouldn't get to work on time. I just happened to have something in my hand. An Beibei said.

"How's going over there?" Hua Jin asked.

"Qi Yuwei doesn't know what's wrong, she won't tell me!" An Beibei said.

"What is she doing?" Hua Jin asked.

Qi Yuwei should be lying on the bed, not eating, crying all day long.

"She didn't do anything. Not much talking, a little silent. Then inside the hotel, with a paintbrush, draw one by one. An Beibei said.

Hua Jin frowned.

"What did you say?" Hua Jin asked.

"Qi Yuwei is in the hotel, class is class, and when she comes back from class, she paints silently. One by one. I don't know what kind of impressionism or figuration she paints, anyway, the painting style is quite weird. Just don't talk to people. An Beibei said.

This is also too unexpected!

Qi Yuwei: What's wrong?

Isn't it right to cry and cry, or drink to vent? How can you draw one after another?

"Mr. Hua, add your WeChat. An Beibei said.

Hua Jin took out his mobile phone, asked her to scan it, and added WeChat.

An Beibei sent the paintings taken in Qi Yuwei's room to Hua Jin.

"That's it. Nothing else. An Beibei said, "Don't worry about going and seeing for yourself." ”

"Good. Hua Jin agreed.

An Beibei said goodbye and left generously.

Hua Jin opened those pictures and was also taken aback.

Qi Yuwei's painting Huajin is not unseen. Her style has always been beautiful. The streamline is very delicate, the color is very warm, and it is very beautiful.

What are these paintings?

The woman's face was red, a little deformed? It looked like the face of a sphinon in Egypt?

The field is so green that it's hairy?A whirling, ghost-clad woman?

The white flowers look so desolate, dazzling white, almost naked women running in the wilderness?

Is this Qi Yuwei's painting?

Is she angry? How did the style of painting become like this?

Hua Jin was a little flustered. Did Qi Yuwei have an accident?

Overwhelmed, he fumbled in his pocket.

Hua Jin thought that he had put Qi Yuwei down. This girl was about to get married, and he was so angry that he simply ignored her.

But that's a façade, a self-deception. Hua Jin still couldn't help but worry about this girl in his heart. I felt that something was wrong with her, so I couldn't give up.

I'm going to take a look at it anyway.

Hua Jin touched something in his hand. Take it out, oh, a business card.

Isn't this guy the Zhejiang art dealer who invited himself to dinner that day?

What does it mean to show him the paintings?

Hua Jin sent a few of the paintings in his hand to the dealer. Not long after, the dealer called:

"Where did you get these paintings?" asked the Zhejiang art dealer.

"A friend's of mine. What does that mean?" Hua Jin asked.

"It's impressionistic. I feel that the angle from which the painter cuts in is particularly unique. I think it's good. I'll find someone to see. You mailed me the original. I'm already in Zhejiang!" said the boss.

"Good. I'll mail it to you in a few days. Hua Jin said.

"How can I have an original work!" Hua Jin thought, "Qi Yuwei won't deal with these paintings." Check it out. ”