He had only been waking up for a moment, and he was running out of food. I didn't ask a reason for a few words of temptation, but I hope I didn't do anything stupid during the period.

While eating the porridge, he took out a document bag from his bag and said, "My boss entrusted me with the restoration of this painting." He emphasized the word restoration, which made him a little unsure of their purpose.

Han Fu put down his wine glass, and there were several thick stacks of paper in the kraft paper bag. Pulling out a page, he skimmed it for a few seconds before continuing to look down with a solemn face.

"Mr. Han Fu, this is our sincerity, I hope you will Save it." Porridge politely said.

didn't get Ren Zhao's reply, Porridge squinted lightly and smiled and went to eat black pepper beef fillet noodles.

After reading the document, Han Fu had an even worse headache. The contents seemed to be fine, but the water in them was very deep, and he didn't dare to argue about the truth or falsehood.

Han Fu put the document back and said, "I'll keep the document first, and as for this painting, I'll make a decision when I think about it thoroughly." ”

Porridge seemed to have seen his jealousy, so he smiled and said, "Okay, we'll keep this painting for you first, and then I'll send it to you myself." His phone vibrated a few times, but he put it away without a trace, and said helplessly: "I'm sorry, I still have something, go first, goodbye." ”

He flashed back with his bag, which made Han Fu confused.

When it was time to settle the bill, he was embarrassed to find that he was penniless, so he had to call the housekeeper to deliver the money.

After a long wait, Han Fu leaned on the sofa in a daze. Then I ordered another glass of ice water, and continued to look through the stack of papers when I was bored. Suddenly, he touched a card, and turned it out to be a black and white photo.

"It's ...... Pattern? He sighed quietly.

Han Fu looked at the black and white photos again and again, vaguely feeling familiar, but he couldn't say where he had seen it.

At this moment, the waiter came to deliver ice water, and the glass was not stable so that the water spilled all over him. Han Fu lamented: "It's really embarrassing. ”

He looked down at his clothes and stumbled upon the painting next to him. So I complained in my heart that the porridge was really so-so, and such a valuable thing could be forgotten.

Spread the painting a few inches out, and fortunately there was no problem. He put away the scroll and looked up to see the butler. After saying hello, check out and leave.

Leaving the restaurant, I made several calls to Porridge without getting a response. "Forget it, let's find someone to verify the authenticity first." He muttered to himself.

In the car, Han Fu lit a cigarette. The silk of careless troubles is like the smoke that rises, overlapping and ethereal.

"Why are you smoking again?" The housekeeper asked.

"Alas, life is impermanent, and there are always unspeakable hidden." He sighed softly and exhaled a wisp of gray smoke.

The lights of Chicago dilute the darkness of the night, and this is only the beginning of the night. Han Fu coughed a few times, and then snuffed out his cigarette. The light smoke seems to be impermanent, but it is fragrant in an instant, and it is scattered in a snap of a finger.

When I got home, I saw an empty house, a melancholy person, and a tangled painting. Everything is so boring and so confusing.

As soon as Han Fu fell asleep, his mobile phone rang.

I picked it up without looking at it, "Hey, hello, who?" ”

A familiar voice came from the other side, "It's me, I've been in the United States for a few years, and I don't even remember?" ”

Han Fu suddenly became energetic, "Teacher Zhao, are you okay now?" "I didn't expect it to be Uncle Zhao from the neighbor of the compound in the past.

"It's all good, it's all good." He changed his words, "I heard that you got a good painting in the United States?" You might as well bring it to me and show it. ”

Han Fu was quite surprised, no one else knew about this matter, how did Uncle Zhao know? This is not surprising, Uncle Zhao does have some doorways there, and it is very easy to inquire about him.

"Okay, then I'll go back to Chang'an in a few days." He agreed.

"I'm not in Chang'an, I'm doing exchanges in Luoyang."

"Luoyang?"

"It's just an ordinary academic exchange, and I happened to be missing, so I made up for it." Uncle Zhao smiled heartily. "Don't talk about it, don't talk about it, I still have to go to Lin Jun next door."

hung up the phone, Han Fu couldn't sleep anymore. Although Uncle Zhao has a gentle temperament and a good demeanor, he always feels that being with him will be suppressed. It's no wonder that talking to your boss is always like this, and he has to do everything.

He pulled out a small suitcase from a drawer, full of cigars that a friend had brought from Cuba. I ordered it and took a deep breath and it tasted good.

I had just taken a few puffs when my phone rang again. This time he looked at the show, and it turned out to be him! Han Fu's brain was hot, and he suddenly became nervous.

"Hey! Zhao Yan, yes, what is the matter with me? After saying this, I secretly regretted that this luck was too weird.

A low voice came from the phone, "It's nothing, I'm just asking how you're doing outside?" ”

His scalp was numb and he quickly snuffed out his cigarette.

Han Fu clenched his phone, "Everything is going well with me here." He quickly organized his language, "Hmm...... I bought a landscape, would you like to see it together? ”

"Okay, but I'll have to let my son do it for me."

He agreed, but Han Fu was not very happy, he was quite jealous of Zhao Yan. After all, they used to fight in secret.

Han Fu poured out the cigarette ash, and now as long as he touched the string slightly, he immediately became nervous.

When I saw that porridge today, I immediately felt bad, and it was clear that he wanted to give him a lot of money. It's a pity that he hasn't scavenged the silver yet, so he has to draw more than half of the money.

Han Fu tore open the document, that porridge was really, it was mysterious, and he lost a picture scroll. "Looks like he did it on purpose."

Hey, wait! This!

I don't want the staff to have shouted, "Click! Call it a day! ”

Han Fu had a headache, it turned out that he had been in the play all along. may have slept stupidly, so I took this ghost movie similar to a ghost movie. This has led to nightmares for the past few days, and it is even a bit like an out-of-body soul.

Porridge nibbles on chocolate, "Hey! It's finally finished recording, how did you end up like this? ”

"This ......"

He can't say that he has hit an evil spirit! Because when he was filming just now, he was indeed submerged by the tide, and the feeling of drowning cannot be replicated.

Porridge said: "Let's eat quickly, I improved the food today, not the box lunch you said." ”

"Wait, why did you suddenly improve the food, that guy who doesn't pull out a dime, didn't he say he didn't add vegetables?"

Porridge whetted his appetite, "It's you have a new announcement, do you want to take a look." ”

Han Fu asked again: "What is it?" ”

"Announcement, it's a wilderness survival activity, you can stay for seven days, and you can get funding from sponsors."

Han Fu hung his head, he was not short of the money, he just wanted to go out and breathe. "It's really rich people's entertainment."

"Oh, then I'll contact you tomorrow?"

"It's okay now, but where's the talk."

Porridge took the contract first, "Sign it." ”

He signed it without even looking at it, and was tied to the plane by the big man the next second. "Ahhhh