Su Yun returned to his residence, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down, maybe this is just that He Mian's special habit, doesn't a painter also draw a mannequin.

After a while, he walked silently, even if he was engaged in artistic creation, he painted without her consent, is he legally illiterate?

Just when Su Yun was nervous and fighting, Emma knocked on her door, took a pamphlet in her hand, and said excitedly, "Sue, there is an art exhibition on the Champs-Élysées this weekend, do you want to go with me?" ”

"Unfortunately, I may not be able to go, there is an interpreter job this weekend, you can find someone else." Su Yun returned to normal and spoke fluent French.

"Well, you're working so hard, even if you have a double degree, you don't have a weekend off." Emma shook her head and sighed, not understanding why Su Yun fought so hard.

The conversation changed: "This painter is very mysterious, I heard that this art exhibition appeared in public, I am very curious, what kind of artist is the artist who paints such a masterpiece?" ”

"It's better to keep a little mystery about being an old man." Su Yun shatters Emma's illusions.

"No, the brochure says, the young painter, still Chinese, is called He Mian, and his painting of "Starry Sky" makes people ......" As soon as she talked about this painter, Emma couldn't stop talking.

After Su Yun heard the word He Mian, he was stunned, and then he only saw Emma's mouth open and close, this is the second time he has heard this name today.

"Emma, can you show me this brochure?" Su Yun asked.

"Oh, of course", Emma handed the booklet to Su Yun.

-

Su Yun sat at the desk and carefully flipped through the brochure, the art world spoke highly of He Mian, calling him "God's eye", with a unique ability to observe and understand everything in the world.

He Mian's masterpiece "Starry Sky" made him famous and was hailed as a healing painting.

The starry sky in front of me is different from Van Gogh's "Starry Sky", it is a sky about to dawn, the bottom is shimmering, the sky is layered, the moon is bent, and the stars are twinkling, combining realism and freehand.

Su Yun doesn't understand art appreciation, and she doesn't want to appreciate it, she just wants to know if this He Mian and He Mian on WeChat are the same person!

-

Su Yun knocked on her numb leg, she had been waiting for three hours.

She couldn't sit at home and couldn't calm down if she didn't take the painting back, so she sent a WeChat message to He Mian and asked him when he would get home, and she went to get a "gift".

He Mian replied after more than an hour, saying that it was about nine o'clock.

Su Yun arrived at half past eight, and now it's past eleven o'clock.

I sent a WeChat message to He Mian halfway, and at first I said that it was fast, and then I didn't reply.

Su Yun looked at the WeChat interface, he wouldn't play her.

-

Ding Dong, the elevator door opened.

Jia Yan supported He Mian, and his mouth was broken, "I said when did you drink so badly, and it's just a few glasses?" ”

Su Yun stood up from the ground and looked at the two people who were walking towards her.

"Hey, little beauty", Jia Yan never forgets the beauty, she looked like a sexy stunner in the dim light last night, and she looks pure and beautiful under the bright light today.

"You're here to find He Mian", Jia Yan had a "I understand" expression on his face.

Su Yun was irrefutable, she was indeed here to find He Mian.

"He ......" Su Yun pointed at He Mian.

"Oh, he's drunk, come to help, this person is dead", Jia Yan was not polite, beckoning someone to help.

Su Yun wanted to say that he would leave first, but he was afraid that if the painting was not put away and this person looked at it, he raised He Mian's other arm.

He Mian turned his face to her, and suddenly a smell of wine came to his nose, mixed with a smell of perfume, and Su Yun turned his face in disgust.

"Hey, what about the door card", Jia Yan said and touched He Mian's pocket nearby, no, "Little beauty, you see if you have it over there, look for it in your pockets and trouser pockets." ”

Su Yun rummaged through it, and felt that there was a hard place on his thigh, it was estimated that it was, so he reached in and took it out, and handed it to Jia Yan.

-

Jia Yan gasped for breath, looked at the person on the bed, and finally got this person home.

Su Yun looked around, he didn't see the painting, where did he put it?

"What's your surname?" Jia Yan asked.

"My name is Su Yun", Su Yun responded politely.

"My name is Jia Yan, it's a pleasure to meet you, I'll leave this person to you."

"Give it to me?"

"Yes, you should have met honestly yesterday", Jia Yan blinked.

"......" this rotten person, he will say everything.

Su Yun was about to speak, when Jia Yan's phone rang.

"Hey, baby. I'll be down in a minute, just wait for me. Love you. "Jia Yan's tone is tired of death.

After hanging up the phone, he said to Su Yun, "Su Yun, I'll leave first, this person pleases you." After finishing speaking, he immediately left and went to Gentle Township.