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Xia Mengci's paintings mostly focus on landscapes, still lifes, and figures. The scenery is the majority, followed by still life, and there are few figures. It is very unsuitable for psychological analysis of the paintings of professional painters, because painters will take into account many professional factors such as composition, layout, coloring, etc., and have certain skills in it, which often cannot accurately express the psychology of painters. On the contrary, ordinary people who have never studied painting are good materials for psychological analysis of painting, and their paintings are natural and intentional.

It's just that Xia Mengci's paintings are not very high in artistic achievement, that is, the level of study in the Academy of Fine Arts, especially still life and figure painting, which are not very proficient in the expression of skills, and there are many traces of arbitrariness, which leaves a lot of space for painting analysis.

And these paintings are very similar to the chicken style painted by Xia Mengci. All reflect the painter's inner closedness, loneliness, inferiority, helplessness and depression are very strong, especially a white swan painting, the lines are sharp, the whole painting is not only the elegance of the swan, but the sad song of contradiction and depression. It makes people feel very uncomfortable to watch.

But if my analysis is correct, Xia Mengci herself is not an inferiority complex and helpless person, and in the few meetings with her, she was sharp and confident. And the people who painted these paintings are not a character at all. Can she separate herself in art from herself in life?

I was worried that my analysis of artistic paintings was not accurate enough, so I found some paintings by other painters for reference, and combined with the introduction of the painter himself, almost the character of the painting is the same as that of the painter himself. This confuses me even more.

I closed my eyes and carefully recalled several meetings with Xia Mengci, trying to convince myself that Xia Mengci has two personalities, which is strong on the outside and strong on the inside, and under the bluff on the surface, what is hidden is a fragile and sensitive heart. Even several times, I had an impulse to call Lu Zenghan and ask him what kind of character Xia Mengci was in his eyes? Could it be inferiority and helplessness? But when I picked up the phone, I finally felt that it was inappropriate, so I put it down. I persuaded myself: He and Xia Mengci are married to a man, and she must be special in his eyes, so what can I refer to? I can't help but think of their luxurious villa wedding rooms again, and each one of them pierced my heart. One billion is really extraordinary.

Suddenly, I felt that something was wrong, and I recalled it carefully, and even compared it to the photos taken at the villa, it was indeed wrong. Such a big villa, for the painter Xia Mengci, there is a study, a bedroom, and even a gym, but there is no studio? Is it Xia Mengci's split personality? Or is it not Xia Mengci who paints at all?

I immediately went to the criminal police team and reported my analysis results to the white team, and the white team applauded again and again, and immediately arranged for someone to investigate who made Xia Mengci's painting? My heart was faintly excited, and the truth seemed to be getting closer and closer.

Mei Zijun was not in the substation today, I came out of the criminal police team directly, passed by the parking lot, but saw a familiar Maybach, my heart couldn't help but "bang" violently beating twice, instantly like a typhoon hitting the sea, the piece of armor is messy. To this day, I still can't see him in peace, even if it's just his car. I stood on the side of the road and stared at his car for a long time, what was he doing in the criminal police team? Is it a confession? Or to provide information? I can't guess, but he was one of the people closest to the deceased, and he must have been coming to the criminal police team a lot recently.

I stood there for an unknown amount of time, until a joking voice sounded behind me: "Waiting for my ride, don't be so staring, right?" ”

I was stunned for a moment, turned my head suddenly, and Lu Zenghan hooked the corner of his lips behind me: "Let's go." ”

I'm standing there hesitating, should I get a ride? At this moment, my heart is swaying on both sides, reason and emotion are constantly entangled, and Lu Zenghan's car is desperately attracting me like a magnet. Lu Zenghan couldn't help but say, took my hand and walked towards his car.

At that moment, I was in a trance, and it was as if time had gone back a few months ago. Every time he picked me up, I would happily get into his car like a rabbit. How long has it been since this sentiment? My brain was hot and I followed him into the car.

His car didn't go to my house, it went in the opposite direction. I didn't remind him, go with him, in his car, there was always an urge to "follow him, even if it's the end of the world". But in Han Muzhi's car, he was always indifferent to "being close at hand, and his heart was far away". I shouldn't have thought so! I blushed and slapped myself the face.

Lu Zenghan hooked his lips and sneered: "It's just a meal, and if you can't commit chastity, the archway will be erected first." ”

His words were still hard to hear, but they went straight to my heart like an awl. His little bit of caution was pierced by him. I looked out of the car in embarrassment.

His car drove to the same Japanese restaurant we had been to before, and it was there that we formalized our boyfriend and girlfriend relationship. When I went in again, he looked as usual, and I turned over the river and the sea.

In the private room, I sat opposite him, I didn't dare to look at him, I was afraid that seeing the connotations hidden in his eyes would break my heart. Some people, just at a glance, are already vicissitudes.

"Is there any progress on your side?" Lu Zenghan asked lightly, but it was this sentence that pulled me back to reality. After all, I was self-inflicted, and he came to me to spy on the progress of the case, while I directed a romance scene for myself.

I thought about it for a moment and replied cautiously: "Her painting, there is a bit of a problem. ”

"Her paintings?" Lu Zenghan grabbed a piece of sashimi and sneered, "She can draw a fart." It was all drawn for her by the gunman. ”

I looked up in surprise, I had been thinking about it for a long time, but he already knew? Lu Zenghan is worthy of being Lu Zenghan, and he will always be much smarter than me. It's just that the disrespect for Xia Mengci in his words made me a little embarrassed, and I coughed lightly twice and reminded him, "Don't talk like that." ”

He glanced at me and snorted, "I'm telling the truth." ”

I couldn't help but ask, "Do you know who drew it for her?" ”

Lu Zenghan put down his chopsticks, looked at me and made a playful smile on his lips, did not answer, just sat quietly, with a hint of cunning in his eyes: "You are not my person, I want to know, take some news in exchange." ”

This businessman! This face is restored. I don't know whether to be angry or laughing. To this day, he's back to normal, as he was before I fell in love with him. But I can't do it anymore. I looked at him, my heart ached, my fingers gently swiped left and right on the table, and laughed at myself: "Xia Mengci is your fiancée, who should I be?" ”

Lu Zenghan's eyes hurt for a moment, and then there was a faint sadness, and he said after a long time: "She and I will not get married." ”

I was stunned. If you don't get married, what does it mean to be engaged? It was as if I had been immersed in water, cold from head to toe. Why didn't you tell me earlier, tell me early, I wouldn't have agreed to Han Muzhi easily. My eyes were a little damp, I looked away, and my voice trembled slightly: "What's the point of talking about this now?" ”

When Lu Zenghan heard my words, his eyes were shaken and shattered, and he subconsciously put his hand on my hand, he was very hard, I was a little painful, but the more it hurt, the more my heart hurt. I tried my best to suppress my tears, which were now immoral hypocrisy, and I pulled my hand out with all my might. Wiped the tears from his face. Lu Zenghan crossed his hands on the table, sighed, and then smiled reluctantly: "What you said is very right, maybe it doesn't make sense." ”

After a long time, I slowly calmed down and changed the topic first: "Xia Mengci's paintings show that the painter has low self-esteem, is closed, and has signs of schizophrenia. "I kept some information.

Lu Zenghan refused to give up, staring at me carefully: "Is there nothing else?" ”

I hesitated and struggled, but finally said, "Homosexual." When I said this, I looked at Lu Zenghan worriedly, I was afraid that he would be angry.

But unexpectedly, he smiled faintly, as if he had finally confirmed something, looked at me and said sincerely: "This is still decent, your level of analysis should be at least this level." ”

I asked him, "What about the messages you exchanged with me?" ”

Lu Zenghan took a sip of tea and smiled narrowly: "Why are you still so stupid?" Can I believe my words? What else do I want you to do if I have the information? ”

I was speechless, and I did this trick again. I didn't speak. Lu Zenghan's voice was deep: "Why don't you have a long memory." The voice, with intimacy and helplessness, made me a little flustered.

I hurriedly changed the subject: "You said that her painting was drawn by a gunman, is there any evidence?" Who is the gunman? ”

Lu Zenghan looked at me, and replied quietly after a while: "She doesn't hide her from me, a few years ago, the Xia family spent a lot of money to make her a female painter and sent her to France, but she only bought a graduation certificate from an eighteenth-rate university, and her painting skills have not improved." I had no choice but to find a gunman to draw it for her. As for who the gunman was, I only know that he was a student at the Nancheng Academy of Fine Arts. The police are looking for her now, and they may not be able to find her. ”

"Did you talk to the police?" I asked.

"Nope." Lu Zenghan shrugged, "They didn't ask either." I didn't expect them to find the killer first. ”

"Why does the Xia family have to make her a female painter?" I don't think it's understandable, a girl from a rich family, worry-free about food and clothing, isn't it a model to do something you like? Or even if Xia Mengci is an only daughter and has high expectations, she should learn something about economics and finance. "Why don't you study business management, finance or something? Why do you want to go down the path of art? ”

Lu Zenghan hooked his lips: "I also learned." Whatever identity she needs, she will create. ”