"Maybe I'm really not fit to do art." Ming Anjie opened a can of beer with some frustration, "But I always want to hold on a little longer, this is my dream." When it comes to my dreams, everyone says it's ridiculous. Qingling, you say, should I really stop dreaming of art? ”

"If people don't have dreams, what's the difference between them and salted fish?" Lin Du replied to Ming Anjie's movie line, "You should be glad that you still have dreams, Ming Anjie, persevere, at least you won't regret it in the future, and you won't resent your current self for giving up." An Jie, people with dreams have light in their eyes, and the light in your eyes is something more precious to you than those money. ”

"Of course I know this, but, Qingling, I'm afraid that after persevering for decades, I won't get any results in the end." Ming Anjie sighed: "Everyone says that doing art requires 99% talent and 100% hard work. If you have talent, you can only succeed if you are willing to work hard. If you don't have talent, it's a joke to work harder. ”

Lin Du also knows this truth, the talent of art practitioners is too important, and there is really a saying that God appreciates food and eats in this industry.

Just like Zhong Qingshu, everyone says that he is a genius, and he doesn't need to do anything, inspiration will run into his head.

She thought for a while and explained Ming Anjie: "Actually, in my opinion, talent is very important in making art, but following your heart may make you happier." Art is inherently free, and wouldn't it be boring to have to calculate an input-output ratio for it? ”

She looked at Ming Anjie and smiled: "Look at it, you are financially free now, and you don't rely on art to eat, so it's good to have your own heart, which is something that many people can't envy." ”

Ming Anjie couldn't listen to Lin Dui's persuasion: "I'd rather rely on art to eat, at least it shows that I have persevered for so many years and have good results, not a joke." ”

Lin Duan sighed that Ming Anjie was now stubbornly walking into a dead end, and she said that no matter how much she did, it would be in vain.

There's no way you can wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep, and there's no way for her to get someone who insists on getting into the horns of a bull to change direction.

Ming Anjie wanted to succeed too much.

Lin Du thought about it, Ming Anjie had also helped her a lot, if she couldn't give an emotional response, then it was okay to help Ming Anjie in her art career.

She told Ming Anjie: "Don't be too disappointed, I remember that my father had a traditional wood carving design book, you know, he used to do traditional wood carving, but then his grandfather forced him to paint oil paintings." Anyway, my father won't need it anymore, so I might as well give it to you, and you may be able to find more inspiration for your reference. ”

"Really?" Ming Anjie's eyes lit up: "Uncle Zhong's talent, if I have the honor to look at his former design drawings, it will be really a blessing for three lives." ”

"Of course, I'll go to my father's study to help you find it when I'm free." Lin Du smiled, this favor can be regarded as repaid.

Father Zhong's wood carving design artwork, what a precious thing.

Lin Duan drank some wine with Ming Anjie again.

The next day, she wanted to sleep a little longer, but her phone rang early.

"Hey." Lin Dui's voice was misty.

On the opposite side was a formulaic male voice: "Hello, is it Miss Zhong Qingling?" I am the police officer in charge of your father's case, and my surname is Sun. ”

When Lin Du heard this self-introduction, he suddenly sobered up, sat up from the bed, and cleared his throat: "Hello, Officer Sun, I went to your police station two days ago to check my father's case, you said you need to go through the application process, how about it?" Is it okay now? ”

Officer Sun gave an affirmative answer that Lin Du was looking forward to: "Of course, if you are free, you can come over when I am on duty, I am here from eight o'clock in the morning to seven o'clock in the evening, you can come at any time." ”

Lin Du was overjoyed: "Okay, I'll go over now." ”

She cleaned up casually and hurriedly went to see Officer Sun.

At the police station, Officer Sun poured a glass of water for Lin Dui: "Miss Zhong, I'm really sorry, this is also a mistake in our work, no matter what, your father's investigation results should be notified to you." It's just that at that time, your mother and your brother said that you were not in the country, and they would convey it, so I only told them. ”

"You also told my mother?" Lin Du was surprised.

Officer Sun nodded: "Is there any problem?" It is our duty to inform the families of the results of the investigation. ”

"No, no." Lin Du waved his hand, "It's just that I thought that my mother was in poor health at that time, and only my brother came to the police station to deal with these things." ”

"Your father's affairs are mainly handled by your mother, and your brother is only accompanied." Officer Sun relieved Lin Dui: "Your mother is not as fragile as you think, on the contrary, she is an elegant and strong wife and mother. ”

Lin Duan discovered that others' evaluation of Zhong Qingling's mother was very different from her impression and in the plot.

"Oh, by the way, here's your father's closing note." Officer Sun gave Lin Du a document: "You can take a closer look." ”

Lin Du looked at it, and he briefly introduced: "Your father, Mr. Zhong, died by suicide, and we detected an overdose of cocaine in his body, which caused him to hallucinate and jump off the building. ”

"Cocaine? My father? Lin Du was shocked, Father Zhong was not an addict, it was Zhong Qingshu who used cocaine.

Could it be that Zhong Qingshu managed to let Zhong's father take his cocaine, and then caused Zhong's father to go insane and faked a suicide scene.

She asked, "Why did my father take a lot of cocaine?" Was it ingested? Or is there someone trying to harm him? Is it murder? ”

Officer Sun had some sighs and compassion in his eyes: "Miss Zhong, I understand your admiration for your father as a daughter, and you don't want to believe some things. But I'm sorry, after a forensic autopsy, your father has a history of drug abuse. ”

"How so?" Lin Du couldn't find a little bit of Father Zhong's drug abuse in his memory.

It was Zhong Qingshu who did it, it must be him, trying to make Zhong's father addicted to drugs, and then use this to get rid of him.

Zhong Qingshu's scheming and forbearance are unmatched.

Coming out of the police station, Lin Duan couldn't wait to see Zhong Qingshu: "Zhong Qingshu! Why did the autopsy report say that my father had a history of drug abuse, did you seduce me? My father's cocaine overdose is also your handiwork. ”

Compared with Lin Duan's impatience, Zhong Qingshu was even more calm: "The little wild cat is really in a hurry, why do you call me by name, my brother will be sad." ”

"Why did you hurt my father?" Lin Du questioned Zhong Qingshu: "He raised you well and was your guide on the road of art, why did you poison him?" ”

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