After the death of her parents and sister, Qin Yin gradually began to retreat, so she said goodbye to her glorious past and became an art collector and trader. Ye Minglang came today to buy a painting from her, which is said to be the posthumous work of Qin Yin's sister Qin Xian.

As she spoke, she walked down the stairs to a young woman in a dark green dress, her straight black hair hung down to her waist, her long hair fluctuated slightly with her steps, her skin was fair, her face was beautiful, and her raised eyebrows were full of confidence. This is an extremely attractive woman.

She walked down the stairs and walked towards us, standing behind her with a smile, her teeth white and neat: "Hello, I'm Qin Yin." She stretched out her left hand, starting with Ye Minglang, and shook hands with us one by one.

I felt that her fingers were a little rough, as if they had calluses, and something flashed in her heart, but I couldn't grasp it.

Qin Yin sat opposite, her sitting posture was very elegant, she looked dignified and decent, and her identity as a violinist was very consistent, I looked at her elegant face, and I always felt that something was wrong.

I always feel that the beauty in front of me should be a little more lively and ethereal, instead of looking down and generous like now, but it looks a little too old and slippery.

"Miss Qin. I've already told you on the phone, I don't know what you think? Don't worry, as long as you are willing to sell Ling Mei's painting to me, the price is not a problem. ”

Ye Minglang, who was dressed as a boy in the old society, said that his neatly combed oil hair looked like it complemented this artistic villa, and there was no disobedience.

Qin Yin smiled, his eyes were warm, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "Mr. Ye, after all, those are my sister's legacy, and I kept them just for a thought." There are some things that money can't buy, what does Mr. Ye think? ”

She was laughing at Ye Minglang's wealth and generosity, and he smelled of copper. The gossip soul in my heart awakened, and I was busy checking Ye Minglang's face. He looked normal, though, and I was a little disappointed.

Ye Minglang nodded, quite agreeing: "It is understandable that Miss Qin and her sister have a deep sisterhood. I also have an older sister, although we are usually noisy, but we rely on each other at critical moments. However, I really like that painting and hope that Miss Qin will think about it again. ”

I don't know if Mingzhu will laugh three times when she hears this, and scold her younger brother for talking nonsense with his eyes open. Make a scene? He almost trapped his own sister in the old photo forever with a casual revenge, and now he actually pretends to be a sister and brother.

Think about Mingzhu's character of being cold and glamorous in front of people and crazy in the back. I couldn't help but shake my head. The Ye family is really an acting school.

Qin Yin smiled again, did not refuse, nor did he explicitly agree, but he became interested in the other three people on the side, saw me shake his head, smiled slightly, and asked, "Are these three friends of Mr. Ye?" ”

Ye Minglang's handsome thick eyebrows raised: "Sort of." "This woman is very cunning, and his business can't be discussed for a while, so he simply accosted us, "What are you doing here to find Miss Qin, tell it yourself." ”

Song Li smiled and turned his head to look at me, Bai Ming'an's face was light, and it was impossible for him to speak. Lost the ball to me for a while.

I was surprised for two seconds, quickly calmed down, took out my dry sales aura, sat up straight, pursed my lips and smiled: "That's the case, does Miss Qin of the Xinhu Community under construction know?" ”

When Qin Yin heard the name of the community, her beautiful eyelashes seemed to tremble, and she said with a smile: "I have heard of this community, there is an investor who is my friend, and I also gave him a diamond-shaped clock as a gift. ”

I nodded, with a very admiring expression on my face: "It's the painting in the clock that attracted us, I'm not afraid of your jokes, we originally went to see the house, but I didn't expect to be attracted by the girl in red in the painting first." ”

When Qin Yin heard this, her eyes moved slightly, and her smile was still very moving: "This young lady should be mistaken, that painting was painted by my sister for me, I remember sitting on a stone by the stream in a white dress, and there is a violin at her feet." ”

I was stunned for a moment, and turned back to Song Li for confirmation: "White? ”

Song Li had a smile in his eyes and said to me: "Ning Ning, you look dazzled, the two of us see that they are all white dresses, where are there any red dresses." ”

I muttered: "Strange, how did I see the red dress, and the skirt seems to be flying, so amazing, I thought it was a special effect, but I didn't expect it to be just an ordinary oil painting." ”

Everyone listened to me for a while, then looked up at Qin Yin again, and said, "That, Miss Qin said that the painting was painted by your sister, so what else does she have left, I'm very interested!" ”

Qin Yin was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Yes, my paintings are well kept by me, and they are in the studio upstairs." If Miss Ning is interested, why don't you go up with me and have a look. ”

I immediately said, "Of course, that's great." As he spoke, he was about to get up, but he was pulled by Song Li, and he laughed at me, "What are you doing in such a hurry, Miss Qin only let you see it, it is her sister's posthumous work, and even Mr. Ye wanted to buy it and was rejected, so don't think about it." ”

I was unwilling to ask: "No matter so much, I'll take a look first." Miss Qin, let's go now? ”

Qin Yin smiled elegantly: "Okay." ”

Ye Minglang heard this on the side, his thick eyebrows raised, his eyes swept over the elated me, and he also stood up: "Since you want to go, let's go together." Miss Qin doesn't mind that there are so many of us, right? ”

Qin Yin smiled: "Of course not, there are so many pairs of appreciative eyes, my sister must be very happy to know it." Please come with me. ”

Qin Xian's studio was in the attic of the villa, and after her death, Qin Yin kept all her paintings here. A few of us followed her upstairs and listened as she explained the background of the paintings and the source of their ideas.

There are about fifty or sixty works completed in the studio, large and small, and rich in content. Ye Minglang is an insider, and he admired some of these paintings, saying that Qin Xian's talent was extremely high, but it was a pity that he died too early, otherwise he would have done a lot in the circle of modern painters.

Hearing his praise, Qin Yin's face was faint, but there was a cluster of pride in his eyes, it seemed that his sister was talented, and her sister's face was also very bright.

At first, Qin Yin took care of me and explained to me carefully, but later was attracted by Ye Minglang's various professional and unique insights, such as lighting, color matching, space level, etc., and directly put me aside, and the two chatted about speculation.

I whispered to Song Li, "Don't you think it's strange? There are so many unfinished paintings here, some of which are even only line drawings, and they are well preserved in the attic. Why did you give away the character painting that my sister drew for herself? ”

And this painting, she remembers the details very clearly.