Save me...

A hand covered in "bark" grabbed my thigh, and my heart was about to jump out, and I hurriedly waved to the female nurse across the bed.

However, the female nurse looked at her expressionlessly, and then turned away.

Old Man Chen grabbed me tightly, and his eyes were still full of unwillingness and pleading. I hurriedly yelled at the door of my room, come on!

However, no one responded.

When I looked at Mr. Chen again, the female nurse had already put on an oxygen mask for him, and he had just grabbed my hand, and I don't know when it had already been released.

In the silent room, nothing seemed to have changed except for the faint breathing of Old Man Chen. It's as if nothing happened just now.

Thinking of Mr. Chen's unwilling and pleading eyes, I felt that this deaf and dumb nurse seemed to be trying to hide something, and her indifferent look made me a little hairy.

I know it's not something I can handle.

Chen Huaisheng came in not long after, and after seeing the portrait I had painted for the old man, he excitedly shook my hand and praised me for my ingenuity.

However, I was a little depressed in my heart.

I didn't tell Chen Huaisheng about Old Man Chen's matter, in the final analysis, this matter is his family matter.

When Chen Huaisheng sent me out of the room, I looked back at the room, and I saw that Old Man Chen was awake again, and he stretched out his hand to me, as if he wanted to keep me.

I wanted to see what was going on, but the door creaked shut at the female nurse's weird smile.

In the end, Chen Huaisheng gave me a check for 100,000 yuan, and he kept me for dinner.

I see that Chen Huaisheng has always been kind and pleasant, and he looks sincere, I can't help but tell him what the old man just woke up.

It's just that after he heard this, his face remained unchanged, and he said to me: "The old man is not conscious, and he will wake up from time to time, which makes Master Wu frightened." ”

When I heard Chen Huaisheng's words, I felt a little strange in my heart, but I couldn't tell what was wrong.

I didn't stay to have dinner with Chen Huaisheng, and he didn't force it, so he asked someone to send me back to the gallery.

When I arrived at the door of the gallery, I felt a little at ease.

However, as soon as I got out of the car, someone came over.

Wow! Brother Stone, luxury car?

Looking at the little girl with her eyes shining, my head grew again.

Her name is Zhang Qian, she is the owner of the milk tea shop next door, a rich second generation, still in college, and a 'female hooligan'.

Her bubble tea shop is worse than mine in this area, but her family has money, and she often wanders around my shop when she has nothing to do. People are not bad, but there are a lot of ghost ideas.

I know who she is, so I tease her, it's better than your dad's, right?

She gave me a blank look and said that I took advantage of her, and she gave me back a business when I was away.

Business?

Usually there are not a few ghosts in the store, but today they are all here?

When she saw that I didn't believe me, she shook her phone and told me that she had that person's phone number, and she would call him now.

I was going to tell her to call again tomorrow, but she had already pressed the dial button in a hurry.

The person on the other end of the line should have come over immediately, and after she hung up the phone, she smiled and asked me how I was.

In the face of her sincerity, I could only give her a thumbs up and invite her into the store to sit down.

It didn't take long for the customer Zhang Qian had recruited for me to come to the door, with colorful hair dyed, wearing a denim jacket with thick arms exposed, but obviously trying to show off his tattoos. This person looks like a gangster.

He came to my counter, put the scroll in his hand on my desk, and asked me, how much does it cost?

Repair is to repair damaged or lost the original appearance of the painting, but now, there is no need to repair low-end paintings, high-end paintings are generally well protected, and no one may come to repair the painting all year round.

I told him to look at the painting first and see if there was any need to fix it.

He spread out the painting, and when I looked at it, I said to him, "Go away, I can't fix this painting."

When this person heard this, he immediately lost his temper and scolded me for being happy with him, and couldn't fix some big-tailed wolf?

He can actually fix this painting, but I don't want to wade into this muddy water.

Before I could speak, Zhang Qian became angry first, and replied to the gangster youth: "Speak well, what's wrong with not wanting to earn your stinky money?" ”

The gangster young man is not good at stubble, and shouted: "Little girl, don't inquire, I'm from Dongcheng Feige, dare to talk to me like this, I want to die, right?" ”

I see that the situation is serious, Zhang Qian is a cannon temper, if she really gets into trouble with this gangster. Win or lose, I'm going to have bad luck in this store.

I said to the gangster youth, do you still want to fix the painting? If you don't fix it, take it away, and if you cause trouble, I'll call the police immediately.

The gangster youth was instantly dumbfounded, and he looked at me speechless for a long time. I didn't quarrel with Zhang Qian anymore, and after a long time, I calmly asked when I could get the painting?

I wasn't in a good mood, so I said I'd call him when it was repaired, but the money couldn't be less.

He grinned and said, "Money is not a problem, as long as it can be repaired, what we Fei Ge have is money!" ”

I told him to put the painting here, and when it was finished, I told him to pick it up.

I ordered him to be evicted, and he couldn't stay any longer, so he asked for my contact number and left.

After the young man left, Zhang Qian was also a little angry, so she asked me, why did that person coax in seconds?

I told her that the man ran all over Yuncheng and no one took his job.

Zhang Qian was like a curious baby, asking me why?

I told her that the painting was made with "aggregates". Those who know how to do it dare not cultivate, and those who don't understand can't cultivate.

In ancient times, some scholars who were fanatical about calligraphy added their own blood to the ink, in order to achieve the realm of human calligraphy and oneness. And, in the Danqing faction, there are also people who add blood to the Danqing material, in order to make the painted Danqing more spiritual.

What's more, some evil things were put into the danqing material.

For example, the ashes of a dead man.

The purpose of this is to curse the owner of the calligraphy and painting, or to attract some evil spirits.

People who are good at doing this kind of thing are called Yin painters.

This landscape painting was originally hung at home as an excellent feng shui painting bureau, but it was cursed, and I don't know how to offend the yin painter.

I should have been looking at this painting for decades, and I hope this Yin painter is gone, otherwise...

After hearing this, Zhang Qian looked remorseful, and said that she would not have called that bastard if she had known.

I look at the ink blistered off this landscape painting, and it can still be the same as before with some methods.

In fact, the work of this painting is good, it should be an excellent Danqing hand, but it's a pity, what kind of deep hatred and hatred should be used to use this kind of yin curse?

I was studying painting, so I asked Zhang Qian to help me get the paintbrush I used.

However, the way this chick was circling around in my shop, I thought I had called the wrong person.

It's better to do it yourself.

But to hell, I rummaged through it, only to find that the paintbrush in my bag was missing.

Could it be that it fell into Chen Huaisheng's house?

However, the paint is all there, and it should be a complete set if it is to fall.

So, it was taken away?

Don't take money, just worthless brushes, is there such a stupid thief in the world?

I thought it was weird, but after all, it wasn't a valuable thing, and I didn't think much about it.

I was about to get a new set of paintbrushes, but Zhang Qian took a box and asked me curiously, "Is this a paintbrush?" It's strange that there are no brush hairs. ”。

When I saw the box in her hand, my heart was about to jump out, and I reached out and took it over.

I told her that this thing can't be messed around!

The tone may be a little heavier, Zhang Qian pouted, what's the big deal?

I had to coax her and say that I would invite her to supper, and she smiled.

Because the time was a little late, I didn't start to repair the painting, but just kept the Danqing materials to be prepared in mind, so I went to the food stall with Zhang Qian. This little girl can drink when she dies, and finally I floated back to the gallery.

When I slept in a daze, I heard someone standing at the head of my bed laughing, the sound was like a ghost crying, I wanted to get up but my head was heavy, and finally the laughter stopped abruptly, and when I woke up, it was already dawn.

Walking from my bedroom to the foyer of the gallery, I saw the painting to be repaired, and I don't know when it was rolled up, but it fell to the ground.

Picking it up and spreading it out again, the colors on the painting seem to have dimmed a little.

I also retracted my thoughts and prepared to do the restoration work on the painting.

Just after noon, several police officers came to the door. I took out the photo and asked me if I knew the person on it.

People, I know and know each other very well.

His name is Zhang Guang, and he is a broker. It is a person who specializes in connecting antique buyers and sellers and earning commissions from them. He helped me get the strings and sold a few paintings of the Republic of China. I've made a few small profits, and I call each other brothers.

It's just that when the police officer said that Zhang Guang killed someone, he is now absconding in fear of crime. This surprised me a little. Zhang Guang is very afraid of death, how can he kill someone?

I didn't ask anything here, but before the officers left, they told me to find Zhang Guang's traces and to inform them in time.

I'm feeling a little embarrassed, we only drank together last week, and now I'm a wanted criminal.

I didn't sigh a few words, and Zhang Qian next door probed his head and touched in.

I thought she had seen the police come to the door and asked about the situation, but when she opened her mouth, she almost made me want to cut my tongue out.

"Brother Shi, is your soul painting pen really that mysterious?"