"I inquired and found that the original owner of the cat was not Hu Yanqi, but a colleague from her school. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The teacher never married, and the only thing he was with was a white cat with green eyes. Under normal circumstances, the lifespan of a cat is about ten years, but his cat has been taken with him since he entered the school as a teacher, and has lived for twenty or thirty years.

It is said that what he is best at is painting cats, and his home is full of paintings of cats of different shapes, some of them are petite, some are mischievous, and they look lifelike and very pleasant. But one of his most cherished paintings was a portrait of a woman, which he placed in the most prominent place in his home, and accompanied him day and night.

A few years ago, the teacher died of illness, and since he had no relatives, all his works had to be taken away by the school, but only this painting disappeared, and with it disappeared was the cat. I think Hu Yanqi must have taken the painting, so the cat was willing to stay by her side and not hurt her. ”

"Who is the woman in that painting? Could it be the woman conjured up by Jinhua cat? ”

"The human form of Jinhua cat is different every time, and this teacher should fall in love with the appearance of it once, but when it becomes something else, he can't recognize it at all. I think this is a long torture for Jinhua cats, which is why this painting is so important to it. ”

The Renhe Hotel, the conference hall of the famous five-star hotel in D, was decorated in a fiery red, and the annual art conference was held here today.

Hu Yanqi just came down from the stage to speak, looking at the PPT made for her by the Artists Association on the big screen.

A smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, it seems that the person who made this PPT has done enough homework, which covers almost all of her award-winning works in recent years, and next to each frame of work, its completion time and creative background are clearly marked. She remembered the promise made to her by the president of the association just now, if nothing else, she would be elected as the vice president this year.

Vice President, thinking of this, her smile deepened: Art is really a good thing, it can make people gain fame and fortune, Zhong Ming, I really have to thank you, if it weren't for you, I would still be a shabby university professor.

Wait, what's happened to the labels next to these paintings? Hu Yanqi looked stiffly at the screen in front of him.

"Outside the Window", created on October 15, 2011, by Zhong Ming. "White Egret", created on January 2, 2012, by Zhong Ming...... "Lotus Rhyme" was created on June 8, 2016, by Zhong Ming. Wu Xi stood at the front of the conference hall and read out the annotations next to each painting with a microphone. Finally, she took out a USB flash drive, "Everyone, the electronic versions of all the paintings displayed on the PPT are saved by Zhong Ming in this USB flash drive, every time she completes a painting, she will save it, and the preservation time is displayed very clearly in the USB flash drive, each pair is different from Hu Yanqi's self-proclaimed creation time, and each pair is earlier than Hu Yanqi's self-claimed creation time." For so many years, the respected Professor Hu Yanqi has been decorating her façade with the works of her student and daughter-in-law, please see clearly, she is an out-and-out plagiarist. ”

As soon as these words came out, the entire auditorium fell into an uproar, and everyone present turned their heads to look in the direction of Hu Yanqi. Hu Yanqi stood up from his seat, his eyes wide open to the slender but determined-eyed girl on the rostrum, his nails digging deep into the back of the chair in front of him.

"It's nonsense, everyone, calm down first, electronic products can be faked, and the shelf date can be changed, just this evidence is too unfair to my mother, no, to Professor Hu Yanqi." Li Shen next to him also stood up, trying to calm the people who were talking.

"Professor, can I use my own name for this painting?" A timid voice suddenly came out of the speakers, and the noisy crowd suddenly quieted down, and they all listened carefully with bated breath.

"Zhong Ming, you're not bad at this painting, so many paintings have been used by me, why compete with this painting? Besides, we're going to be a family soon, and mine isn't yours. ”

"But you can't ...... every pair"

"Every one of them is mine," Hu Yanqi's voice became gloomy, "It's all mine, you remember, don't make such stupid requests to me in the future." ”

"Why, why isn't there a recording in the USB flash drive you gave me?" Li Shen blurted out, and then realized that he had slipped his mouth, and he stumbled and fell to his seat.

"Hu Yanqi, should you also give us an explanation?" The chairman of the association, a white-haired old man, took the microphone in Wu Xi's hand and asked Hu Yanqi loudly, who was standing still.

"Confession?" Hu Yanqi laughed sharply, and the piercing voice resounded throughout the auditorium, "Who do I need to explain to Hu Yanqi, do you?" If it weren't for the fact that you all are so attracted to talent, I wouldn't be where I am today. ”

"Now, you still have to put the responsibility on others, Hu Yanqi, at least you should give Zhong Ming an explanation." A cold and disgusted voice sounded at the door of the auditorium, Hu Yanqi turned his head and saw a young man with a long body walking in.

"She is my student and my daughter-in-law, and it is not a matter of course to use her paintings, what does it have to do with you outsiders?"

"I'm not saying you plagiarize, I'm saying you kill people." Xu Xing's words were like a stone falling into a calm lake, and the entire venue stood up and looked at the mother and son in the center of the auditorium in horror.

Hu Yanqi's face was pale, her arrogance was finally like being splashed from above by a bucket of cold water, and disappeared completely, she looked at Xu Xing, her lips trembled uncontrollably: "I...... I don't understand what you're saying? ”

Xu Xing threw a broken paintbrush in front of Hu Yanqi, and the brush was faintly stained with dark red blood, "It's okay if you don't understand, it's good if you recognize this." ”

"How could it be," her cold sweat slid down her forehead, "No, you're talking nonsense, this pen has been buried in the ground for half a year, it should have rotted a long time ago, how could it still be like this." She suddenly covered her mouth with her hand and looked at the young man in front of her with a calm expression.

Xu Xing picked up the pen: "Can't you even tell the difference between paint and blood, Professor Hu Yanqi, you haven't painted for a long time." ”