Standing under the eaves of the porch at the entrance of a small convenience store at the entrance of the alley, Su Yun stood behind a backlit pillar.

Looking at the rain getting heavier and heavier, it was almost mid-May in Jiangnan, and the temperature was moderate.

Su Yun saw her mother send her grandfather and others out of the alley and walked home with her father.

"Have you eaten?"

Dad should accompany the toast, a little drunk.

"Gambling with a child, I see that Yunyun is becoming more and more ignorant.

Wait a minute, I'll bring her some food upstairs, don't worry about it.

I'm tired these days, I'll give you a shoulder when I go back."

Bai Yunmeng's voice was full of softness.

Dad grabbed Mom's shoulder, and the umbrella he held was tilted towards Mom, wetting half of his shoulder.

Su Yun looked at the back of his parents leaving together in the rainy and misty night, and the smile on his face was a little lonely.

From a young age, she knew that her mother wanted to be a boy.

Su Yun thought that it probably had something to do with whether his grandfather's family was willing to recognize his mother.

She stood behind the pillar, the convenience store behind her turned off the lights, and Su Yun looked at the watch on her wrist.

Half past eleven.

Dad didn't come out to look for her, and Mom probably didn't go upstairs to bring her food.

They didn't notice she wasn't there.

Su Yun couldn't tell what it was like in her heart.

She felt like she should have gotten used to it.

But in such a cold night rain, her heart was still a little cold.

A group of young men suddenly appeared in the rain and fog, and Su Yun put aside his thoughts and immediately concentrated.

He held up the umbrella and clenched the ancient painting in his hand with his fingers.

"What you want to take is with me, and you don't have to go into the alley."

Her voice was soft, and there was a kind of penetration in the crackling rain.

The group of people who hurried forward immediately stopped, and their eyes were as vigilant as beasts, staring at the slender figure that suddenly appeared in the rain.

The young man at the head approached her in the rain, wearing a black jacket and black pants.

When Su Yun saw the young man's eyes, his heart beat violently.

The breath of the dead corpse on this person's body is like a river and the sea compared to the dog kings at the beginning.

Su Yun was nervous and wailed.

How could her second uncle be so capable, so stupid and clever, how could he be involved in such a tomb robbery group.

"What about our paintings?"

The young man seemed to expect that Su Yun would not dare to call the police, and asked directly.

Su Yun raised his hand and handed him the ancient painting.

At this time, I noticed that the bracelet on my hand had turned purple dots, and then it had turned golden.

One of the other two red dots turns yellow. The other one is still a red dot.

Is it because she is holding an ancient painting in her left hand, and the bracelet absorbs the aura of this ancient painting?

A few people behind him immediately opened their umbrellas, turned on a strong flashlight, and a middle-aged man with eyes who seemed to be an expert took a magnifying glass, carefully looked at the painting, and approached the young man at the head.

"No problem, it's our pair". A whispered reply.

"Now that the painting has been handed back to you, my father has already helped you with this favor without knowing it.

I hope you don't come to disturb our house in the future."

Su Yun kept her voice as calm as possible, she knew that reasoning with these people was like telling a joke.

Sure enough, the young man at the head laughed twice as if he were mocking: "Master Su has made our ancient paintings like this, if we can't repair them, how can we not disturb him."

"You're still unreasonable!"

Su Yun couldn't help but let out a sigh of anger.

Without my father's knowledge, he framed an ancient painting and made it indeed a "disaster".

But this is not exactly the "customs clearance permit" they want.

Now I have to find my father to repair it back, where does my father have such a strong craft!

Such an ancient painting can only be restored by a national treasure-level master.

"She's going to reason with us." The young man smiled and said to the person behind him.

Several young men who looked like they were all in good hands laughed.

Su Yun sneered: "Why do you say it so nicely, I think you want to kill people and kill people."

The young man smiled and nodded: "Isn't that quite clear."

Motioned to the person next to him, "Tie her up first, and then go to her house to kill her father."

It was a very easy thing, but this young fat sheep sent it.

Little girl, for her father, this thing doesn't work in modern times."

The young man patted Su Yun's face.

"It's a little too pretty, and I have to find a high-grade place for you and sell it for a big price."

The young man pondered with some distress.

Looking at Su Yun's eyes, he was as cold-blooded as looking at a piece of goods.

Su Yun saw the people who entered the alley, and said, "I will repair the ancient paintings for you, can you spare our family in the future?" ”

The young man and the middle-aged man who looked like an expert all looked at Su Yun in surprise.

Originally, they made this decision, which made the value of ancient paintings drop a lot, which was also a helpless move.

It's really too strict to hunt down.

At the cost of self-harm, he also wants to make ancient paintings into high imitations.

But how to repair it back, the group's top management is also very distressed.

I was unwilling to watch the hundreds of millions of money flow away.

The search for a master is underway.

But the masters of national treasures of this level all work in the National Cultural Relics Museum, how dare they lean on.

"Girl, teasing me ended a little badly, you have to think about it."

The young man approached Su Yun, and the threat and cruelty in his eyes made people palpitate.

"Spare our family".

Su Yun repeated his conditions.

"Come with us".

The young man took a few of his subordinates and Su Yun to the five-star hotel in Qiantang Town.

The front desk took a few more glances at Su Yun and these men who didn't look like ordinary people.

"This girl is so pitiful, there are so many men"

Su Yun's pale face, which was originally nervous and scared, heard the gossip of the front desk lady, and at this time, she was a little angry and annoyed.

The young man next to him laughed unscrupulously.

Arriving at the hotel room, the young man sat down on the couch while the rest stood behind him.

"You've got one night, do it".

The middle-aged man with glasses acted as an assistant, beside Su Yun, spreading out the ancient paintings and placing them on the huge desk.

Su Yun was secretly shocked that it was Dong Mu's "Cangxi Map" in the early Tang Dynasty, which was known as a Zen painting immortal.

Dong Mu character Xuansi, the number of Xiangting layman, now the Palace Museum collection of "Cangxi Tu" is the imitation of Wei Zhengming in the middle of the Ming Dynasty.

As the founder of the "philosophical landscape" in the early Tang Dynasty, Dong Mu was talented and handsome, good at talking about philosophy, and good at appreciation.

Su Shi once praised this ancestor as "an extremely rare talent".

Thorough, one proficient, two, through.

"Zhou Yi" cloud: "The metaphysical is the way." The metaphysical is called the instrument. ”

Dong Mu is such a "proficient person", who is familiar with metaphysical Confucianism, Taoism, interpretation, and metaphysical poetry, calligraphy, painting, and music.

Not only can poetry, calligraphy, painting, and music penetrate each other, and the wonderful phase is generated, but also can use the "Tao" to pass through the "instrument", with the principles of metaphysical Confucianism, Taoism, and interpretation, to overhear, interpret and dissolve the metaphysical poetry, calligraphy, painting, and music, so that the Taoist instrument is integrated and perfected.

It is the realm of "Zen painting".