The smile on Bo Xiuye's face stiffened a little, and his eyes were heavy: "What is that painting on?" I also know a little bit about drawing, so maybe I can tell who painted it at a glance. ”

Don't let him find that man.

This kind of person who doesn't know the inspection and just sends a girl to paint is definitely not a good thing!

"Ji Yining's room is locked, I can't get in, the key is in the old man's, in fact, it's just some flowers...... But you can understand the warm wind by painting the dark wind? ”

Ji Huai is not good at painting, in his opinion, what Bo Xiuye paints is the dark wind, dark and oppressive, and uncomfortable, in contrast, Ji Yining's bright colors are warm wind, as for those painting terms, he can't remember them at all.

Bo Xiu was with him in high school, and knew what he meant by these two winds, so he immediately frowned, "You mean, that man's painting style is the same as Ji ...... Similar to your sister? ”

Ji Huai thought for a moment about the large swath of sunflowers blooming brightly in the sun, and nodded, "Well, it's really quite similar, it's quite warm when you look at it, in short, it's completely opposite to your painting style." ”

Look at the warm style of painting......

Bo Xiuye had a direction in an instant, and after hanging up the phone, he asked people to find the boys who they used to draw in high school, especially some who were close to Ji Yining and had a similar painting style.

***

"You're going to the capital again?"

When Old Man Ji saw Ji Huai come down, he got up from the sofa with a cane.

Ji Huai carried the luggage and looked at his watch coldly: "What do you mean?" Didn't you call it back last time? ”

"What a look on your face!" Old Man Ji was displeased, "I'm not accusing you of ......"

Ji Huai sighed, "Okay, I'm in a hurry, you can just say it, what do you want me to bring to that little ghost this time?" ”

"Don't be a little ghost all day long, that's your sister!" Old Man Ji blew his beard and glared, and then instructed, "Go, go upstairs and bring the painting that your sister hung on the wall, I went to see it a few days ago, and the painting is still in her room." This Ning girl is really, she didn't bring such an important thing. ”

"......" Ji Huai was speechless, "What are you doing with this kind of thing?" Let me sell on the road for money? ”

"What money to sell! Are you short of money? ”

"And what the hell do you want to do?"

"Didn't she go to the capital to find that painter?" Old man Ji, "How can this painting work without it." ”

Ji Huai's head was full of black lines, "Why can't you bring it with you?" ”

Old Man Ji glared at him, and said with a smile, "If you don't bring this painting, if Ning Yatou really finds that painter and doesn't paint it, what if he doesn't recognize Ning Yatou?" ”

Ji Huai was a little impatient between his eyebrows, "You think this is an ancient confession, and you have to bring a token to the door?" ”

"I don't care, you have to bring it to me! Otherwise... Otherwise, I'll ......" Old Man Ji sat back on the sofa and stretched out his hand to cover his heart.

Ji Huai glanced at him lightly and sneered, "Don't pretend!" The doctor just told me yesterday that your heart is very good now, and you will live another ten or twenty years, absolutely no problem! ”

"You have to be angry with me, don't you?" Old Man Ji pointed at his fingers and trembled, "Okay!" You're big, your wings are stiff, and you can't scream! ”

Ji Huai had an indifferent face, indifferent, and turned around to leave.

The old man threw his cane and collapsed on the sofa, his old hand covering his face, and the old tears were all over his face.

"Woooooooooo......oo Why am I so miserable to have a grandson like you! I'm so miserable...... Don't stop me and let me die, all of them have no conscience! I might as well die, old man, and save some people's eyes! ”