Chapter 121: Performance Artist

Tian Yawen stood anxiously under the big plane tree in the park, and there was an easel of Hu Ting next to the tree.

Although she smiled every day after she went home, she hardly said anything other than being willing to say "good" and "bad"; She is also reluctant to go out, at most she just walks around the orchard and tea hills, painting dots; Occasionally, I couldn't screw Meng Zhicheng's entanglement, and went to the old market with him. In the old market, she would only go to the fishing place to sit for a while, eat a piece of peanut candy at most, and then rush home.

Tian Yawen found that what her daughter was willing to do was what she did when she was a child, and she felt that it would not work like this, so she had to let Hu Ting open her heart and live in the present. So she discussed with her husband, taking advantage of the recent hot weather, the workload of the villa is not large, and Meng Qiang is temporarily in charge, and Tian Yawen is in charge of her daughter. Only when Hu Ting is willing to go out and contact with people, can they send Hu Ting to see a doctor and receive professional psychological counseling.

At the beginning, Hu Ting was very resistant to leaving Genting Villa, Meng Zhicheng came to assist, saying that he had never confiscated the girl's gift, and wanted his sister to give him a painting, a landscape painting, but it couldn't be Genting Villa, he had seen it for more than 30 years, and he was tired of it. Hu Ting nodded and agreed without thinking about it.

Tian Yawen successfully took his daughter out of the door. She suggested that Hu Ting go to a few more places to collect wind and pick a place with the best scenery to paint. So the mother and daughter walked around Genting Villa for several kilometers. Meng Zhicheng also said that he likes high-rise buildings, and hopes that his sister will paint him a painting with a strong urban feeling. That's why Tian Yawen took Ting to Chenguang Department Store Square today.

Chenguang Department Store Plaza is the closest business district to Genting Villa, and there is a park next to the high-rise buildings. As soon as she got out of the car, she was very nervous, no matter how hot it was, she had to cover her face with her hair. Tian Yawen couldn't bear to push her too hard, so he took her to the park under the plane tree to cool off, wanting to wait for her to get used to it before going to the mall to blow the air conditioner. Unexpectedly, Hu Ting found that angle under the tree could just blend the tall buildings of the square, the clear blue of the sky and the green trees of the park, so she immediately set up an easel and began to create.

Hu Ting painted very attentively, and the sweat on her back soaked her clothes and she didn't move her body. Tian Yawen couldn't bear to disturb his daughter, so he told her not to leave, so he went to buy water for his daughter. When she returned, she was gone, with only an easel and a paintbrush that had fallen to the ground. She searched around but couldn't find anyone.

Tian Yawen didn't dare to go far, for fear that Hu Ting would not see her when she came back, and ran away again. Rather than the two of them missing each other, it is better to wait in place for the time being. Only then did she call home, and only when there were many people could they go separately to find her.

Zhang Tianyue drove the Meng family to the park quickly. Tian Yawen briefly explained the reason.

"Mom, were there any other people around when you went to buy water?" After running for a while, Meng Zhicheng was already sweating profusely, and he wiped the sweat on his head and face.

"Nope. I'm just sure that no one around me dares to leave. Tian Yawen had long regretted it, and her clothes were soaked with sweat on her chest and back.

"But there's something strange about it, and I don't know if I'm wrong." Tian Yawen hesitated for a moment before pointing to the trash can on the side: "I seem to remember that there was a big stone next to the trash can just now." ā€

Everyone looked in the direction she pointed, in front of a row of cypress trees, there was a garbage can, not to mention a big stone, not even a small stone.

"So big!" Tian Yawen made a square comparison: "It's probably less than a meter wide and less than a meter high." ā€

"Don't say these useless things," Liu Meidi was anxious: "Hurry up and find someone, it's important to find someone!" She pushed a few people away.

The elderly Liu Meidi stayed under the plane tree, and Meng Qiangtian Yawen and his wife, Meng Zhicheng and Zhang Tianyue divided the area and looked for someone.

Zhang Tianyue was running and thinking about the big stone that Tian Yawen said, if she was not mistaken, then would that stone be the reason for Hu Ting to leave? It is impossible for a stone of this size to appear in a park casually, nor can it be removed casually......

She suddenly remembered a time when she had seen performance art on the streets of Paris, where artists had smeared themselves in brass and stood as statues on the street, just like the real thing. If the artist hadn't deliberately scared her, she wouldn't have noticed. But performance art is not popular in China, and she remembers her uncle saying that their group has less than 100 members in China.

Besides, the temperature has reached 36 degrees Celsius today, and no artist will go out to look for abuse. Zhang Tianyue shook her head, shook off her unrealistic thoughts and concentrated on finding someone. She shouted Ting's name at the top of her voice, and after a while, she felt smoke in her throat. A small shop appeared in her sight, and she ran to the store without thinking about it, bought a bottle of water, and inquired about the situation of Hu Ting or Da Shi by the way.

Before I entered the store, I heard a commotion inside.

"If you don't leave, I'll call the police! I'm calling 110! ā€

"Don't, don't, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! Girl, you have something to say! ā€

Zhang Tianyue felt that this voice was very familiar, and the word "girl" was mentioned in the other party's words, so she couldn't care about the heat, and ran away.

As soon as he entered the store, Zhang Tianyue didn't have time to feel the coolness brought by the air conditioner, and was shocked by the scene in front of him in a cold sweat. A blackened man stood in the middle of the small room, and could only see a pair of eyes from the whites of his eyes.

"I'm really not a bad person! Not a hooligan! I'm an artist! ā€

The man showed his white teeth when he spoke, and by his teeth he could discern his mouth. This sound is not generally familiar! Zhang Tianyue's eyes widened in surprise.

"Girl," the self-proclaimed artist looked behind the counter, "don't hide, come out!" You tell him, did I just praise you and do nothing else? ā€

"Fang Yuhang!" Zhang Tianyue shouted the loudest in a smoking voice.

The artist was startled, turned to see the person behind him, and he jumped in shock.

Zhang Tianyue sneered, worthy of being a performance artist, and even his fear was ten times exaggerated than others.

"Sure enough, it's you!" Zhang Tianyue stretched out his finger and poked the artist: "Why don't you go home when you return to China?" You ......" she pointed him from head to toe, "what the hell are you doing!" ā€

The owner of the shop was also frightened by the artist, and he also hid behind the counter, holding a mobile phone in one hand and a feather in the other, posing for self-defense. Seeing that the person who came in knew the crazy man in front of him, the boss seemed to see a savior: "Girl, do you know him?" Quick, take him away! ā€

"I can't go!" Fang Yuhang hurriedly waved his hand and looked behind the counter with a probing head: "I still have something to tell her, please let her come out." ā€

Zhang Tianyue heard the clue and immediately shouted behind the counter: "Huting? Is it you? Are you here? ā€

There was no sound behind the counter, and the shopkeeper was anxious: "This girl is scared silly!" If you don't get people away again, I—I'll really call the police!" ā€