Several people present were stunned.

Among them, Zhang Lao reacted the fastest, "Shiro has no habit of mounting, I know this better than you!" ”

Yang Jing shook her head, still smiled, raised the painting with one hand, lifted the purple clay pot on the table with the other, and took a sip with her head up.

With a "poof", she opened her mouth to spray the painting wet.

"You!"

Boss Duan gasped, although it had just been identified as a fake, but if it was real? His heart pounded.

"Whether it's true or not, you can see at a glance." She handed the painting to an old man closest to Mr. Zhang, "Please identify it." ”

The old man glanced at her defensively, looked down at the damp painting in his hand, his face changed suddenly, and the smile on his lips slowly stiffened, and he put it down.

"This ......"

Zhang Laoyi snatched the painting, "What?" He can still conjure a flower without ....." Before he finished speaking, Zhang Lao saw with his own eyes that the handwriting on the painting was not stained or faded at all, and it was as good as ever.

Even, Yang Jing's saliva also gave the finishing touch to the painting, making the lightly depicted mountain stream clouds and mist seem real and illusory, the fog is a little hazy, and the artistic conception is more profound.

"This painting is definitely not made by Shiro!" Zhang Lao still said stiffly.

Yang Jing glanced at him, "If this painting is not made by Jiang Qiubai, I would like to engrave words on my face and kneel around the city." ”

Boss Duan was frightened, "Childe! This! ”

What a humiliation is it to have a word carved on your face? Not to mention kneeling around the city?

"Childe, I know that you are a knowledgeable person, but for the time being, I should leave it to Lao Er." Boss Duan kindly persuaded him.

Zhang Lao didn't appreciate it, "Okay, since you bastard boy is so insistent and doesn't hesitate to block your lifelong reputation, then I'll show this old face and come to the door to ask Shiro to ......"

"Elder Zhang doesn't need to be invited." Jiang Lian's voice came through the curtain.

"Yes, Shiro is here?" Although a few people in the room are also well-known talents in Liuzhou, they have never seen Jiang Qiubai himself a few times, and Jiang Qiubai rarely participates in grand events every time except for the annual poetry meeting and Dengke congratulatory day, so they almost mistook Jiang Lian's voice.

Until that white shirt appeared.

Jiang Qiubai's gaze touched her first, and then moved away, Zhang Lao stepped forward in a panic, "Shilang, you came just in time, and let this blind kid open his eyes and die!" ”

The second elder behind Zhang Lao picked up the painting with a flattering face.

Jiang Qiubai's face was cold, and there seemed to be a layer of frost on his face.

Everyone couldn't figure out his thoughts, so they had to turn their eyes to Zhang Lao, after all, there were several people present, and he had the closest relationship with Shiro, although it was.

But one day as a teacher and a lifelong father, Zhang Lao has always claimed to have taught courses for Jiang Shilang when he was a child, and now it seems a little strange?

Yang Jing had long doubted the teacher-student relationship between Zhang Lao and Jiang Qiubai.

Looking at this battle now, it can be regarded as confirmed.

Jiang Qiubai was very close to her, and turned around when she heard a whisper, "The kid that Old Zhang said is you, right?" ”

She looked at him and didn't speak.

Jiang Qiubai lowered his eyes, "This painting is indeed made by me." ”

As he spoke, he took the painting with his bare hands, and looking at the dampness on it, he asked in surprise, "What?" Did you guys recognize my painting? Going to dilute the ancient? ”

Looking at the damp mist on the painting, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The crowd did not dare to speak out.

just turned their eyes on Zhang Lao, but Zhang Lao couldn't stand, "Shiro, I don't know when you learned to frame." ”

"So, this painting was really made by Shiro?" Boss Duan interjected a sentence, and his joy was anxious.

"yes, I painted it." Jiang Qiubai sighed, "It's just that a few days ago, for some reason, it happened to be lost from home, and I think it was too ugly and was regarded as a fake." ”

He handed the painting to Jiang Lian, "Forget it, I'll take this painting back in person." ”

Jiang Lian took it, stepped forward and took out a handful of silver tickets and handed it to Boss Duan, "How much?" ”

"No, no, no, how dare the little old man take Shiro's money, since this painting was made by Shiro, it should be regarded as a ......" the little old man returned it to Shiro. Before Boss Duan finished speaking, Jiang Lian had already put his shoulders on his shoulders and walked out three steps away.

"Boss Duan, my son-in-law asked me to ask you, where did you get this painting from?" Jiang Lian bent down and asked.

Boss Duan shrank, "This, this painting was collected and collected from a vendor in my city who specializes in collecting Shiro's paintings. ”

"What's your name? Where to stay? ”

"Candle shops in the east of the city and the city."

Jiang Lian let go of Boss Duan's hand and walked to Jiang Qiubai to reply, "Childe, I asked." ”

"Well, let's go."

After finishing speaking, he took Jiang Lian straight out of the door.

Seeing this, Yang Jing also followed her and left, but Boss Duan stopped her, "Childe, thanks to you today." ”

"Boss Duan is polite and takes his leave."

Yang Jing quickly walked out of the store, turned the corner, and said, "Come out." ”

Jiang Qiubai walked out from behind the falling wall, "You guessed it." ”

"If you have anything to do with me, tell me straight."

He also stopped beating around the bush, "Gao Jin is leaving." ”

"What does this have to do with me?"

"It has nothing to do with you, it's just that I plan to take Liu Zisheng into Beijing with him."

Yang Jing frowned, "What did you do in Beijing?" ”

Jiang Qiubai smiled, his voice was very gentle, "If Ajing is willing to follow me into Beijing, maybe I can answer for you." ”

"If you like to talk, you can say it, don't talk about pulling it down."

She lifted her feet to leave, but unexpectedly, a black shadow came out from behind the wall again and stopped her, Jiang Lian stood still and stretched out her arm.

This cold bodhisattva is not easy to deal with.

Yang Jing stared at Jiang Lian for a few seconds, he looked in other directions, not moved at all.

"Ajing, let's go back and think about it, I'll come back to you tomorrow."

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"A-Jing misunderstood me again, I really mean it this time."

"Hmph." She sneered and turned her back to him, "No matter what medicine you sell in the gourd, I am not someone who can be at your mercy, I advise you not to calculate me." ”

Jiang Qiubai shook his head when he heard this, "I knew that A-Jing wanted to misunderstand me again." ”

Yang Jing clenched her teeth, but she couldn't listen to him pretending, so she simply turned her head and glared viciously.

"If I'm not mistaken, your appearance today is just to help me out of the siege, not only to accept my feelings so that I can be blackmailed in the future, but also to give a warning to those small traders and vendors who imitate your paintings in broad daylight, killing two birds with one stone, why not?"

Jiang Qiu was silent.

She was right, he didn't want to startle the snake before he entered the door, before he heard the voices inside.

But......

He just wanted her to admit his feelings.

"But you are wrong, and I will not admit your affection, for as soon as I see your eyes, I always feel that I am deeply calculating." Her tone was cold and tough.

Jiang Qiubai didn't say anything about misunderstanding this time, just looked at her motionlessly.

The two looked at each other for about half a moment.

"What if I'm really good for you this time?"

"I don't believe it." She quickly replied, "A pampered person like you, who only looks at the results and does not look at the process, expects you to think about me, I don't have such a big face." ”

"Jiang Shilang, can I ask you to stay away from me in the future?"

It was eerily quiet.