Lin Du was confused: "Many things can be calculated so clearly, I believe that the law naturally has its interpretation." It's like my father is a bastard, but you designed him, and the law will punish you accordingly. ”

Zhong Qingshu suddenly felt very bored, and he told Lin Dui: "My dear sister, you go and check, I hope you can know the truth and there will be the truth, and on that day, we will settle this account again." ”

"After the truth, there is the truth?" Lin Du repeated this sentence, she wanted to ask Zhong Qingshu again, but Zhong Qingshu closed her eyes tightly and was reluctant to say more.

Lin Du simply went downstairs.

She just ordered fried skewers to make up for the regret that she didn't eat last time, and Ming Anjie came.

She opened the door for Ming Anjie: "You are really good at picking time, I just ordered a supper, let's eat some together." ”

"Yes, I'm glad to do it." Ming Anjie bowed slightly gentlemanly.

After the fried skewers arrived, Ming Anjie looked at Lin Du in disbelief: "When did you love eating this?" ”

Lin Du felt that he was making too much fuss: "What's wrong? This one is delicious. The explosive calories of frying can bring a sense of well-being. ”

Ming Anjie smiled: "I thought you would only eat light salads to maintain weight." ”

"Who said that carbs make me happy." Lin Du said as he ate a bunch of fried chicken fillets.

"By the way, I'm here to ask you to help me see my latest design." Zhong Qingshu looked sincere: "Qingling, since you have encouraged me, I think you are right, if people don't have dreams, what is the difference between them and salted fish?" I don't want to make salted fish. ”

"Stick with it, at least you won't regret it." Lin Du wiped the oil on his hands, "Come on, I'll help you take a look, although I haven't studied traditional wood carving, it should be okay to help you appreciate it." ”

Lin Dui said that there is a basis for this, although Zhong Qingling does not know how to do traditional wood carving, but her father likes this very much, she has been exposed to it since she was a child, and her appreciation ability is still good.

"Come and see." Zhong Qingshu showed his design drawings to Lin Du with some pride.

Lin Du looked at them one by one, and the more he looked, the more silent he became, and the smile on his face became more and more stiff.

After reading it, she wanted to persuade Ming Anjie not to be obsessed with any traditional wood carving here, wouldn't it be good to do business with peace of mind.

Art is such a thing, it's really not hard work to succeed, it's too much to look at talent.

Zhong Qingshu is a prime example of this, and his amazing talent allows him to paint not only realism, but also modernism, and can achieve great success in both.

But seeing the expectation on Ming Anjie's face, she couldn't hit him so bluntly, "An Jie, I think we are all still young, and we still need to make further progress." ”

"Qingling, don't comfort me, I know I'm not this material, but I just can't put it down, I enjoy art very much, I like to soak in the room to do wood carving, I don't like the self who is busy with meetings and socializing all day long." Ming Anjie looked very depressed.

"An Jie, if you enjoy it, then you can enjoy the happiness that this process can bring you, don't be too obsessed with the result, maybe you have no intention of planting willows in the shade." Lin Du felt that Ming Anjie was very contradictory, and she didn't know whether he was enjoying the process or success.

It stands to reason that a rich second generation like him, who has achieved financial freedom, is interested in playing with art, and he doesn't rely on this to eat.

Now Ming Anjie seems to be obsessed with success, success in art, and success in enjoying the applause of flowers. 33

Ming Anjie explained to Lin Dui: "Qingling, I hope that what I am doing is meaningful, instead of looking back on it in the future, I have spent many years on traditional wood carving, but I have achieved nothing. ”

He said regretfully: "Qingling, it's all because I don't have this blessing, I can't learn from your father, otherwise I won't be like this with the guidance of a famous master like him." ”

At this point, Lin Duan understood that Ming Anjie came today to ask for the wood carving design album of Father Zhong's year.

She smiled and said nothing, Ming Anjie also helped herself a lot, since he was so persistent, what did it matter if he gave it to him.

So, she told Ming Anjie: "Don't worry, I will find a way to persuade my mother tomorrow to bring you that atlas for your reference and study." ”

"Still." Lin Duan still has a question that has not been answered: "Although my father has done traditional wood carving before, he has no works, and he is not famous for it, why do you respect my father's wood carving design atlas so much?" ”

"Your father ......," Ming Anjie panicked for a moment, "his talent for painting is known to the world, and I think his attainments in traditional wood carving will never be bad." I love your father's paintings, so I look forward to his wood carvings as well. ”

"Really?" Lin Duan directly told him the truth: "It's a pity that most of my father's later famous works were ghostwritten by Zhong Qingshu, what you like should be Zhong Qingshu's paintings." ”

"Zhong Qingshu's ghostwriting?" Ming Anjie didn't expect to know such a powerful news.

Lin Du nodded, she and Zhong Mu had different thoughts, she didn't want to cover up this matter, it should be Zhong Qingshu's, it was Zhong Qingshu's. One day, she will uncover these facts and try her best to give Zhong Qingshu a fair one.

Ming Anjie quickly explained: "No, I prefer your father's previous paintings, especially in the first few years. ”

When Lin Duan heard this answer, she made a decision in her heart, but she did not debunk Ming Anjie, Ming Ming's father was ghostwritten by Zhong Qingshu at the highlight of his life, and he was like Zhong Qingling in the past, he was a so-called young painter who relied on family influence to make people look at him twice, and there were no particularly good works.

She gave Ming Anjie a reassurance: "In short, I will give you the design brochure." My father is not as skilled in painting as the world thinks, but I hope he can help you with wood carving. ”

"Thank you, Qingling." Ming Anjie opened a can of beer and drank it in one gulp to express his gratitude.

Lin Duan actually secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as long as Ming Anjie had what he wanted, it would be good, otherwise, it would be the most difficult to return the favor.

However, she had to check carefully, what was so peculiar about this wood carving design atlas that Ming Anjie couldn't forget.

The next day, Lin Du went to the Zhong family's villa early while Zhong's mother hadn't woken up yet.

She rummaged through Father Zhong's study for a long time, but found nothing.

She went to another study in the house, which was unused and was stacked with old books that were not used.

In the corner of the study, there is a safe.

Lin Du instinctively felt that what she wanted was in the safe.

She tried a lot of passwords, Zhong Qingling's birthday, Zhong's mother's birthday, Zhong's father's birthday, Zhong's mother's wedding anniversary, and even Zhong Qingshu's birthday.

It's a pity that none of them match.