After a while, he quickly picked up the mobile phone on the side and made a call to Han Luochen.

At this time, Han Luochen was childishly swiping the screen with WeChat and Xia Qianqian.

Suddenly receiving a call from Chi Shaojie, he was slightly stunned, and then put away the playful expression on his face when chatting with Xia Qianqian, and his indifferent look reappeared on him.

"Shaojie?"

On the other end of the phone, Chi Shaojie's face had a solemn expression, rarely gloomy, "Cloudy, thirty minutes after this time." I've sent you the address, so I'll do a little bit of preparation. ”

Han Luochen's brows furrowed tightly, "Who is it this time?" ”

"That's the thing."

Hearing the tiredness and weakness in Chi Shaojie's tone, Han Luochen had a faint premonition in his heart.

But he didn't ask.

After so many years of brotherhood, he won't ask more, he has to break the casserole and ask to the end.

As long as he has a point in his heart, he can react well even if he knows at the last second.

After hanging up the phone, Han Luochen replied to Xia Qianqian, "Emergency, I have something to do", and then quit WeChat.

Turning his head to open the laptop, a pair of slender hands quickly tapped something on the keyboard.

It didn't take long for the doorbell of Han Luochen's house to ring.

He wondered in his heart, then walked out and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was Xia Qianqian.

"Qianqian? How did you get here? ”

Xia Qianqian heard his extremely surprised tone, and pouted slightly dissatisfied.

"I can't come to your house yet? What do you mean by the way you look like you've seen the hell......"

Han Luochen: "......"

Miss Xia, you didn't say you were coming, okay!

The uninvited thing does not allow the host to be surprised for a while?

What a reason this is!

But in the end, he still complained in his heart, but Han Luochen's body was very honestly sideways and let Xia Qianqian in.

Xia Qianqian glanced at him when he entered the door, "Don't scold me in your heart." ”

Han Luochen: "......"

Xia Qianqian paced to the second floor to Han Luochen's private studio.

At a glance, Xia Qianqian was attracted by a newly hung oil painting in Han Luochen's studio.

It is an alternative painting that resembles Van Gogh's stars, and it depicts the rising sun.

It has the feeling of stars, but it doesn't have that kind of painting at all.

The style is completely different from the impression of sunrise, there is no blurred vision, and there is no faint dark color.

Instead, there are bright reds and bright yellows that immediately catch people's eyes.

However, the painter Yin Xian has a very high ability to comprehend the painting, the coordination of colors, and the confidence in himself has a high affirmation.

Therefore, all the matching colors used do not make the bright colors stand out, but give people a very comfortable feeling.

Xia Qianqian has been fond of oil painting since she was a child, and she is naturally particularly interested in such a unique painting.

She quickly walked into Han Luochen's studio.

Han Luochen followed closely behind Xia Qianqian, and when he saw her walk straight into his studio, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he followed in a little puzzled.

Immediately, at a glance, I saw the oil painting of "Rising Sun" hanging on the opposite wall, my eyes flickered for a moment, and I quickly followed.

His eyes fell on Xia Qianqian's admiring little face, and he seemed to suddenly think of something in his mind, and his eyebrows sank.

Xia Qianqian seemed to have had enough of admiring this oil painting, turned around, and faced Han Luochen, her lips moving slightly......