On the contrary, Ding Jiajun in the funeral home still looks more vibrant.

"Okay, I'll help you inquire, but there's no guarantee that it will work."

"If not, I'll ask you something else."

After Ding Jiajun finished speaking, he turned around and floated away ghostly.

After a busy day of mourning, Mu Chun was lying on the table in the outpatient room, his white coat was draped on his body at will, what else did he not find on Ding Jiajun?

Am I thinking too simply, when there is a clear illness to refer to, I can't see more details of things?

Mu Chun was groggy and wanted to squint for a while, but Lao Qian's phone call pulled Mu Chun from chaos to consciousness.

After listening to Lao Qian's words, Mu Chun's brain regained clarity, "If he asks for it, can Lao Qian help?" If I need to pay for it, I can pay it upfront. ”

"Who are you Ding Jiajun? Why do I think you two are weird, don't make trouble for me, you know what I'm most afraid of. ”

"There won't be legal issues, and the family may welcome it."

"I don't know, I can ask someone at the funeral home, why did he go to the funeral home to be a makeup artist? It's hard to find a girlfriend for this job. ”

"Anyway, please."

"I can promise him about the hand-painted posthumous portrait, I can introduce the client to him, and I will tell him when the time comes, speaking of which, his portrait of Zhang Fengling is really good, and it is not painted with the kind of material that specializes in hand-painted posthumous portraits."

Old Money's voice sounded quite sure.

"Yes, I'll tell you the truth, I think Zhang Fengling's makeup yesterday was also very amazing." Mu Chun said with emotion.

"Did you find out too? I've been to an unknown number of memorial services, but it's the first time I've seen such makeup, it's like there's light and sound, and I don't know how to say it. ”

Mu Chun immediately echoed: "Yes, that's how it feels, it's worthy of old money, this description is too good, it will definitely be a good business, just help him find some such businesses, it is said that many people want hand-painted portraits, and that kind of color." ”

"This kind of business would not have been necessary, but if"

Lao Qian wanted to speak again and again, and finally said, "Let's see when the time comes, I'm busy in the recent peak season." ”

What's the problem? Ding Jiajun's paintings obviously have the power to warm people's hearts, the natural light, and the sound of a spring breeze in his ears when looking at Zhang Fengling's posthumous portrait.

It was as if she was pouring out her wish for the last time.

There is no creepy feeling in the slightest, death is so warm in his pen that it even becomes an acceptable embrace.

Why was his painting rejected by a publishing house?

It wasn't until noon, when Liu Dan came to the fifth floor, that Mu Chun expressed his doubts.

Liu Dan was a little flattered, and gushed endlessly as soon as he opened his mouth, "Ding Jiajun posted the news of his death on Weibo, and then, the fans exploded, you don't know, there are already 200,000 people sweeping the tomb below, and Ding Jiajun disappeared for a year, because fans swept the tomb on the Internet. ”

"The fans are horrible now." Mu Chun trembled, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water.

"Do you know why it's so popular?"

Liu faintly narrowed his eyes mysteriously, lowered his voice, and approached Mu Chun's eyes.

Mu Chun pushed Liu Dan out, "Don't get so close to men." ”

Liu faintly retreated to the treadmill timidly, "That's right, the day after the death certificate was issued, another hand-painted portrait was posted, and it was that portrait that became popular." ”

"Portraits? Ding Jiajun painted his portrait and posted it on Weibo? ”

Mu Chun rubbed his nose, Liu Dan took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his white coat, and after finding the Weibo, he ran to Mu Chun and put the mobile phone on the table, and Liu Dan quickly retreated to the treadmill.

"Why are you running around like that? I'm not going to hit you? ”

Mu Chun raised his head and asked.

"No, you look first, look first."

In front of Mu Chun is a black and white hand-painted painting, and the person on the screen says that Ding Jiajun must be good, but it can't be said that he is a normal Ding Jiajun, because the first strange feeling that catches his eye is that this Ding Jiajun has long hair. If you save the picture and zoom in, you will find that the hair strands are not normal hair, but very thin tubes.

If you zoom in and look at Ding Jiajun's skin, the skin is not an ordinary skin texture, but a spliced combination of very small blocks, and there seems to be something hidden in each block.

After looking at the part and then looking at the whole, the faces on the picture are very beautiful, and these eyes are very beautiful when painted on the faces of men or women.

Mu Chun watched it for a long time, and suddenly turned the phone upside down.

That's when a miracle happens, and the image seems to laugh, or make a strange sound.

It's clearly a jpg picture.,How can it move.,It's not a gif.,And there shouldn't be a sound.。

Ignore the voice first, after this picture is reversed, it is not Ding Jiajun, but a woman.

"Is this a woman?" Mu Chun's gaze turned to Liu Dan, "Is this woman his girlfriend?" ”

Liu nodded lightly, "It's Seven's girlfriend, I should say it's my fiancée, Annie Chen." ”

Mu Chun quickly retreated to the Weibo page and found Chen Annie's message in Ding Jiajun's previous Weibo. Click in to see that Annie Chen's avatar is a photo of her and Ding Jiajun.

Chen Annie on the avatar and Chen Annie on this portrait are the same person at first glance.

Liu faintly guessed that Mu Chun must have discovered the secret in this painting, so he said, "The fans have exploded, and what is even more jaw-dropping are those who refuse to cooperate with Seven in the past year, because Seven has created a masterpiece, a real masterpiece." ”

"Is this the Eternal One?" Mu Chun asked.

Liu jumped up lightly, "You re-read "Mechanical Boy", didn't you?" ”

Liu asked lightly, Mu Chun had no choice but to nod and admit that as early as a few years ago, when "Mechanical Boy" was serialized in "Science Fiction World", Mu Chun liked this story very much, especially the story of Al Ey, the protagonist of "Mechanical Boy", who fell in love with a planet, shocked Mu Chun.

Liu blinked his youthful eyes lightly, and Boya looked at Mu Chun like he met Zhong Ziqi.

"Doctor Mu, you don't like [Planet Girl] too, do you?"

Mu Chun coughed, "Maybe I liked it before, after all, the image of [Planet Girl] doesn't even know what the author himself is like, okay?" ”

"It doesn't matter what the image is." Liu lightly crossed his palms, and his ten fingers were interlocked in a prayer shape.