I have a habit of turning off my phone when I go to bed, and even if someone calls me and wakes me up and says that the end of the world is coming soon, I feel like I'm torturing me. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Sleep is a matter of life and death, and it must not be disturbed by the noise of the outside world.

When I woke up the next morning, my mouth was parched from last night's hangover, and there was a huge pile of eye droppings hanging from the corner of each eye.

Get up and wash up and drink a glass of orange juice. turned on the mobile phone, and a few missed calls popped up, all of which were made by Geng Hao.

I called back: "What are you doing, did you really get along with Brother Mei last night and did something you shouldn't do?" ”

"You made a mistake with the painting you took last night, and now I'll be back right now."

"I'll come back next weekend when I'm free."

"Those two paintings were ordered by others in advance, and I want to pick them up today, so I need to bring them right away." Geng Hao is different from Yin Deji, he is calm and calm, this time he is so urgent, I think there is a reason.

"In such a hurry? Okay, I'll send it to you now, this Yin Zi too, why is it so sloppy, this can be wrong. ”

Hanging up the phone, without much thought, glanced at the oil painting placed in the corner.

It is a black-and-white abstract painting, pure ghost painting, like two red corpses. Naked corpses overlapped.

Geng Hao said that this style of painting is an abstract school of painting that emerged in New York in the mid-40s of the 20th century, emphasizing the spontaneity, randomness and unconsciousness of creation.

He said he admired Jackson the most? Pollock, this guy is dancing when he paints, as if he has been hypnotized in a state of complete madness, this is called the independent life of art, free, rebellious, and freewheeling.

I picked up Geng Hao's painting and looked at it carefully, trying to find out what he meant by freedom and life.

I watched him for a long time. Damn, it's still two overlapping corpses, maybe he wants to express that the greedy men and women in this world are like two dead corpses, dead and still pursuing carnal desires.

Shaking his head helplessly, he put the painting back in its place, and at that moment, he heard a noise in the painting, as if there was something in it.

Quite strange, I picked up the oil painting again and shook it, there was indeed something hidden in it.

I carefully cut the back of the painting with a paper cutter, reached in, and grabbed a bag.

After taking out the bag, I looked at it and saw that the whole person felt like a bolt from the blue.

Suddenly, I sat down on the couch, unable to believe my eyes.

The contents of the bag were the same as the things I saw at Du Feng's house that day - marijuana.

Why did Geng Hao do this?

What the hell happened to him?

He's not that kind of person!

After calming down for a while, thinking of the last time I went with him to visit Lao Yu in Dali, he met with a few tattooed men at the bar.

At the time, I wondered what he was doing to meet these people, but I didn't think much about it, and now that I think about it, he must have been talking to a tattooed man about the marijuana deal.

Du Feng appeared in Geng Hao's studio in a strange way, and after that, I accidentally found out that Du Feng was smoking marijuana at his house.

When the celebrity appeared in his studio, he always cringed, and at that time he felt that the entire West Study was filled with an indescribable strange atmosphere, and now, the truth has finally been revealed.

All these chains are linked, and one fact is already very clear: Geng Hao uses selling paintings as a disguise to hide poison in his paintings!

Nominally, he sells paintings, but in fact he sells drugs.

I didn't come back to my senses for a long time, and my heart was full of doubts.

Geng Hao is a simple and idealistic person in my mind, why do you want to do this kind of deed?

Can't figure it out, can't figure it out!

Did I misunderstand that he was framed?

Without thinking too much, I drove to the west study of Songzhuang as fast as I could.

Geng Hao saw me holding the oil painting and couldn't wait to take it.

Seeing that my face was wrong, he asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"Has Yoon Deji been here?"

He returned the painting and said he had left beforehand. By the way, I'll get you your birthday present. Yin Zi, the old monkey is anxious, and he is still a chef. ”

"Wait a minute."

Geng Hao looked back at me, as if anticipating what was going to happen.

I closed the door, pulled out the bag of marijuana and threw it on the table.

He immediately froze there, his face as if he had been covered with a thick layer of frost, and he did not dare to look at me.

I sat down, poured myself the kind of spicy liquor he used to drink, and drank it down.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Geng Hao sat down slowly and bit his lip: "Okay, since you found out, I won't hide it anymore." Yes, I did bad things. I couldn't stand the loneliness of a poor painter, so I broke the law, and I sinned heavily. Call the police! ”

I jerked myself up, grabbed him by the collar, and yelled at him, "Why do you want to? The four of us swore to you and him by the river. forgot? We can't do bad things! You can't kill people and sell goods! No! No! No! Are you doing this worthy of what we expect from you? Is Pollock, whom you admire, also selling drugs in paintings like you? Haozi, look at you now, I don't even know you anymore! ”

He was still indifferent: "I said, I did bad things, broke our oath, and violated the law, what do you want to do with me, whatever you want!" ”

I sighed deeply, feeling like I was about to suffocate to death by the oppressive air of the studio.

Let go of him and sit down. After recovering a bit, I asked, "You're not such a person, tell me if they forced you?" ”

"Don't make excuses for me, these are all self-inflicted, the last time I went to Dali to visit Lao Yu, it was actually a matter of docking with them."

I shook my heavy head with difficulty: "Until now, I still don't believe you'd do such a thing. What do you want me to do? You say, what should I do? ”

I looked at him innocently, as if I was the one who deserved to be damned for doing something bad, and I was asking for his forgiveness.

Geng Hao was inexplicably calm: "You all have heads and faces, even Zhang Bing, the little bully, has now become a partner in the law firm." I'm the only one of you who loses. I'm going to have to do something to prove myself, and I can be as good as you are. ”

"Haozi, Haozi, we grew up together, do you think we will care how much you earn, how little you earn, how much face you make, and how much you are small? Do you think we care if you're a celebrity or a celebrity? You think of us as too vulgar and unbearable! Yin Zi usually quarrels with you, you know it's all due to personality, and he is still good to you in his heart. How can you not see through such a smart person? ”

"I've been blinded by demons, I've gone astray, and I deserve it!"

I rubbed my forehead and thought for a long time: "Does Yin Zi know about this?" ”

"I don't know."

"You clean up all the dirt in the studio, I don't care what you do, you must wipe your ass clean, leave no trace, and never touch this thing again." You know? ”

Geng Hao nodded.

"I ask you if you know?!"

"Got it!" He roared angrily.

"Need any help?"

"No, don't worry, I'll take care of it myself."

"Treat this incident as if it never happened, concentrate on painting your paintings in the future, and come to me at any time if you have any difficulties."

"Hmm."

Before leaving, I patted him on the shoulder: "It's good to do it yourself." ”

In the face of feelings, he can't dispel his selfishness towards Geng Hao.

If I were to see my brother imprisoned, I would feel terrible and my hair stand on end.

I can't.

If Geng Hao's sin is unforgivable, then I am also a heinous criminal.

At night, tossing and turning, as soon as I closed my eyes, I had nightmares, and I woke up without sleep.

This is a pain that I have to bear at my own expense.

I simply got up, opened the photo album, and looked at the group photo of F4 when I was a child, the four little boys were covered in dirty mud, with slanted snot marks on their faces, and they smiled so naturally and innocently, like four flawless angels, telling the world that there is no need to panic, no need to be bored, and the order of the world has already been arranged.

I couldn't help but smile warmly.