"I don't want your money." The man snorted with his nose.

At the mouth of the alley where the moon was dark and windy, he panted and threw the person on his back to the ground, shook his sore arms, and then dialed a number, and after reporting the address to the other end of the phone, he squatted down and slapped Zhao Yingkai's bloody and half-dead face with the fuselage at will.

"Wake up, wake up."

Zhao Yingkai forced the remaining consciousness to open his eyes, and in the black light, he saw a strange man with short hair and a little fat, and at this moment he was looking at him with a malicious smile on his face.

"Help me...... Do you want to... What ......"

The fat man bowed to his mouth and listened for a long time, shook his head, and the sound of the first sound was like a cobra quenched with venom in the dark. After hearing what he said, Zhao Yingkai's blood-smeared eyelids couldn't help but widen.

"I want Su Deng's girl's life."

*

In the golden autumn of October, the osmanthus flowers are fragrant.

Su Deng got out of the taxi, pulled his legs and ran in the direction of the exhibition hall, and saw a handsome man at the door, the light-colored shirt was tucked into the straight leg pants by the dark brown belt, the hand was leisurely inserted in the pocket, and the watch on his wrist reflected the charming color in the sunlight.

She combed her bangs with her hands and ran to him with her bag, "I'm sorry, it's a little congested on the road, it's late." ”

The moment he saw her, Song Chen's indifferent face raised a breezy smile, "Don't mind, I just arrived." He turned around, raised his hand to push open the glass door, and asked Su Deng to go in first.

The thoughtfulness of the preparation made Su Deng relax physically and mentally, she bowed her head slightly, and the two walked into the exhibition hall together.

In fact, since Su Deng knew that Song Chen and Lu Manman knew each other, she had always wanted to ask him out and ask her mother in person. For example, how they met, why Lu Manman sold her paintings, where she went after that, and so on.

But during this period, either she had something to do, or he didn't have time, and the two didn't meet again until now.

At the place of conversation, Su Deng wanted to choose a quiet and high-end café, but Song Chen proposed to take her to see the new exhibition in Luo'an City-she HER.

The museum is not crowded and decorated quite literarily, with long strips of wide white silk hanging from the ceiling and rolling into the arc of the waves, like the folds of the bridal dress's wedding dress deliberately embellished with precious stones, looking very neat and elegant.

Oil paintings of various colors are arranged on the surrounding walls, and in the main hall, there is a long table of white cloth, on which are placed various delicate sculptures, white candles and green fresh grass are interspersed and decorated, revealing a bit of artistic beauty in the mess.

Time passed quietly on the way to enjoy the paintings, and after some conversation, Su Deng couldn't help but sigh in disappointment.

It turned out that Song Chen had only seen her mother once when she was trading the "Three Jasmines", and due to the strictness of the auction house's confidentiality of information, he did not know Lu Manman's whereabouts later.

The clue that she was looking for was interrupted again, and although Su Deng had already vaguely guessed the result, she still couldn't help but feel lost.

As if he hadn't seen it, Song Chen stopped in front of an oil picture, "This painting is very beautiful."

Su Deng looked up and saw a woman sitting almost naked on the messy pink sofa in the painting in front of her, the dim daylight penetrating the blue room, her back to the visitors, staring at the sky outside the transparent screen.

For some reason, Su Deng only felt a deep sense of imprisonment and suffocation, and she didn't feel beautiful.

"Have you learned to draw before?" Song Chen asked casually.

Su Deng was slightly shocked in his heart, "How do you know?" ”

Song Chen looked apologetic, "It seems a bit abrupt to ask such a question." He pointed to her left hand, "I noticed that there is a thick layer of calluses on the skin of your right index finger and on the bottom left side of your palm, which can only be formed by someone who has practiced painting for several years." ”

Under the gaze, Su Deng covered his left hand behind him, shook his head and smiled: "It was many years ago, and I practiced hard for a long time, but I gave up because I had no talent." ”

Song Chen disagreed, and comforted her: "Painting is actually sometimes not very related to talent. He turned around, his dark eyes staring at the wall, "Just like the painting in front of me, whether it is composition, brushstrokes or color rendering techniques, strictly speaking, it is quite immature, but the connotation that the painter wants to express is very profound, which makes the overall artistic conception of the picture immediately rise to a higher level." ”

Su Deng nodded, showing gratitude.

"Did you ever try to pick up a paintbrush later?"

This question was natural, but it stabbed Su Deng's nerves, but in an instant, she felt that she was too sensitive, shook her head and said, "The family has no money and can't afford it." ”

The moment the words landed, Song Chen's warm gaze drifted to the light yellow leather bag on her back.

CUCCI's Dionysus collection is priced at 26,000 pieces.

Su Dengden wanted to find a crack on the spot to bury herself in, she awkwardly grasped the leather rope of her backpack and walked away, pretending to admire other paintings.

The corners of Song Chen's mouth hooked up a light smile, followed her for a while, and then said: "Miss Su and I are both lovers of painting, your parents were able to let you learn to paint when you were a child, although it may be difficult to maintain your family background, they still respect your wishes, which shows the depth of their love for you." ”

Su Deng pursed his pink lips, shook his head and smiled: "I'm afraid you guessed wrong, it was they who made me give up painting, they had a very tough attitude, and they couldn't resist if they wanted to." ”

The clear wind seemed to be tired, falling on Song Chen's deep eyes, making them droop down, and a sad arc appeared.

For a moment, the two were speechless.

Suddenly, a warm palm gently patted her shoulder, "The beloved children of parents have far-reaching plans, and they may have their own troubles. Also, if you still want to pick up a paintbrush one day, feel free to let me know and I'll be honored to be your first fan, and you can come to me if you need any help along the way. ”

The voice was eloquent, so gentle that it soaked into the heart like a mountain mist, Su Deng suddenly felt relaxed, and quipped: "Mr. Song's tone is not small, but a rotten wood like me, I am afraid it will be difficult to become a talent without the personal guidance of a famous teacher, and I am afraid that I will live up to your expectations." ”

Song Chen shook his head disappreciatively, "It's not talented, and I happen to be friends with Lorena." ”

"Lorena?" Su Deng blinked incredulously, "Bird Lorena? ”

"Exactly." Seeing her reaction, Song Chen laughed lightly, "Who else is a famous postmodernist painter in the contemporary art world?" ”

"You actually know her?!" Su Deng excitedly took his hand, and after reacting, she felt abrupt, but her face still couldn't hide her excitement, "I'm sorry." ”

"It doesn't matter." Song Chen looked at the hand that would be picked up by her for a moment and then put down, feeling the delicate touch left on it, "How about it, now you should always believe that I am not talking about the scene." ”

He solemnly looked at the delicate and beautiful girl in front of him again, "Miss Su, if you want, you can leave with me to go to country S now, I was about to visit her." ”