Greed is cursed for thousands of years

Unintentionally planted willows and willows

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Time flies, thousands of years later, in 2010 AD, a construction team found the coffin while excavating the road. Perhaps due to the special geographical location, the corpses in the coffin are well preserved, the colors are as bright as ever, and there is a sword unearthed along with it, which is very surprising. All of a sudden, it caused a sensation, and major news media and television stations competed for interviews.

The boss of the construction team is called Bao Caisheng, who has a fat head and big ears, and when he saw the news of the report, his intestines were blue. I didn't expect that there was a sword, I really picked up the sesame seeds and lost the watermelon, if it wasn't for the rush of time, why didn't he just grab a painting, and the damn contractor didn't know to notify earlier!

He picked up the phone and wanted to scold the contractor to relieve the hatred in his heart, but who knew that the crying of the contractor's wife came from the other end of the phone, and it turned out that the contractor died in a car accident on the way home from work.

While lamenting the impermanence of life, Bao Caisheng made a difficulty, this ancient painting is a national cultural relic, and if it is sold privately, it will be a prison sentence. Although I don't know how much this painting is worth, and I don't know which painter it is, but time is here, and it must be worth a lot. But how much is it worth, to be honest, he really doesn't have a score in his heart, it's best to find someone to ask, so as not to lose money.

So he thought of his friend Wang Chuang. He is a collector, and there are countless treasures in his family, so please ask him to come and have a look, maybe ask some clues.

Wang Chuang observed for a long time, sometimes nodded thoughtfully, sometimes shook his head silently, this painting does not seem to be from the hand of a famous artist, but it can portray the characters so vividly, and the skill is extraordinary.

"Don't talk nonsense with me, I'll ask you how much you're worth. Bao Caisheng frowned, he only cared about how much silver was worth now, and then took it off as soon as possible and put it at home, it was a hot potato.

Wang Chuang was silent, he really had more than enough heart for the study of painting, so he invited his friend Lu Sheng in the circle.

Lu Sheng is an expert in antique calligraphy and painting, and he is also a heavyweight.

Lu Sheng took a magnifying glass and observed meticulously, judging from the form of paper juan, before the Song Dynasty, the single silk juan, from the early Southern Song Dynasty, double silk juan appeared, but this painting is neither a single silk juan nor a double silk juan, judging from the material, it is a fake.

Wang Chuang nodded thoughtfully, and he also saw this.

"You mean it's fake, isn't it?" Bao Caisheng looked very uneasy, urging him to ask about its value. Lu Sheng waved his hand, but did not answer, and suddenly said "Huh".

"Master, is there any famous hall?" Wang Chuang asked.

"True or false, isn't it worth much?" Bao Caisheng's problem is always related to money.

Lu Sheng frowned, fell into deep thought, looking at the shape, inscription, carving, texture, and color of this seal, it is neither copper nor jade, and the seal carving technique is extremely strange, and the place where this seal is stamped is also very strange, why is it covered on the eyebrows of the little girl in this painting?

Wang Chuang's heart tightened, and he quietly asked, "Master, is there anything special about this?"

"This painting ......" Standing in front of the painting, Lu Sheng's brows gradually twisted into a knot, and he suddenly took a step back, and his face became solemn.

"Is it worth it?" is the question that Bao Caisheng will always be most concerned about.

"You see the little girl in the painting with anger on her face, tears in her eyes, clenched into her fists, as if she was very angry but helpless. From the demeanor to the hair, it is so realistic, it is almost like a real person pasting it. I have been in China for 5,000 years, who has such skills?"

"Is this painting worth anything?" Bao Caisheng was a little anxious, but he risked prison time to steal the painting. If it's worthless, then the effort is in vain.

"Master, what do you mean ......" faintly, Wang Chuang had a sense of foreboding.

Lu Sheng said thoughtfully: "This painting is not a mascot, no matter how much it is worth, sell it as soon as possible, otherwise, I am afraid that there will be a catastrophe." ”

Wang Chuang's heart "chuckled", subconsciously took a few steps back, and his voice became a little trembling: "Master, could it be that this seal in the center of the eyebrows is a magic weapon to suppress this little witch?"

Lu Sheng was stunned for a long time, not moving at all, as if he was in the middle of an evil spirit, and suddenly heard him mutter: Legend has it that there is a spell called devouring in the art of channeling, which can seal a person's body and seven souls and six spirits in any object, and the person who is sealed will never be able to transcend life. Look at her eyes full of resentment, full of murderous aura in the room......

"Is it worth a few bucks?"

In the face of Bao Caisheng's repeated inquiries, Lu Sheng turned a deaf ear and slowly walked out of the house.

"It's so wicked, but you are saying something, is it worth it?" Master! Master ......" Bao Caisheng chased out, but saw Lu Sheng's eyes were dull, and he walked like a wooden chicken, walked into the river, lost his neck, drowned his hair, and never walked ashore again.

This......

What's going on?

How could a good person suddenly find death? Bao Caisheng was stunned and inexplicable, suddenly a little panicked, and hurriedly returned to the house, only to see Wang Chuang holding a fruit knife and wiping it on his neck.

"Wang Chuang, what are you doing here?"

Before the words fell, a stream of blood spurted out from Wang Chuang's neck.

Inexplicably two lives in a row, Bao Caisheng was so frightened that his legs weakened, remembering what Lu Sheng had said, he was even more afraid in his heart, and hurriedly discarded the painting in the trash can across the road from his home.

However, while he was crossing the road to get home, he was in a car accident and died.

As the saying goes, when a man is about to die, his words are also good. When he was dying, he called his friends in the media, telling him about the forcible seizure of ancient paintings, as well as the deaths of Lu Sheng and Wang Chuang, and hoped to recover the ancient paintings so that more people would not suffer misfortune.

As soon as the incident was exposed, public opinion caused a sensation, and the police immediately intervened in the investigation. Through the roadside camera, an elderly person was quickly located.

The elderly man, who makes a living as a stall, admitted that he stumbled upon the painting while rummaging through the garbage can, but it was no longer in his hands.

Where did it go?

I think it's sold......

Sold to whom?

I think it's a child......

Do you see what you look like?

The old eyes are dizzy, and I can't see much clearly......

Tell us more about that day.

Faced with the police's questioning, the old man tried to recall what happened that day. I remember that I casually placed this painting in an inconspicuous corner, at first the price was 100 yuan, and after a few days no one cared, the price was reduced to 30 yuan, thinking that if no one asked for a price, I would just set fire to cook and burn it.

On this day, a child passed by the stall, saw the lifelike little girl in the painting tears, so he used his pocket money to buy, as for what the child looked like, where did he go, the old man shook his head with a sad face, things have passed more than half a month, he really can't remember.

In fact, the name of this child who bought paintings is He Lai, who has just entered the first year of junior high school. I don't know why, he saw the little girl in the painting crying very sadly, and he felt inexplicably worried.

"No, people are willing, willing to be friends with me, me, friends, classmates, are far away, far away from me, you, you, are you willing to be with me, me, me, do, be friends, friends?"

Standing in front of the painting, He Lai looked bitter. Because of his stuttering, he feels inferior and introverted, so he is reluctant to communicate with others and has no friends.

That night, He Lai's mother Zhang Qin received the exam information from the head teacher, and learned that her son had taken the penultimate test in the exam, and she was immediately furious and beat her behind closed doors.

He Lai wiped his tears while being forcibly pressed by his parents to read at the desk. The hungry mosquitoes took the opportunity to attack, sucking his blood one bite after another.

It's just that He Lai doesn't know, at this time, on the wall, a black shadow appeared, slowly moving towards He Lai's back, slowly elongating, and suddenly, this black shadow opened up and turned into a devil's claw!

"Mom, bully, bully me, even, even you, you, bully, bully me!"

A slap went down, and seven or eight mosquitoes died, and there was a pool of blood on the palm.

Shake your hands, wipe your clothes, Niang Xipi, read and read, you will be bitten to death by mosquitoes, what kind of books to read!

He is full of complaints. He didn't know that when he shook his hand, the blood stains on his palm happened to be thrown at the seal in the center of the little girl's eyebrows in the painting.

The unthinkable happened!

The seal fades slowly......

The claws on the walls faded away......

He read absentmindedly until ten o'clock, until Zhang Qin came to urge, and he immediately threw away the book!

Ha ha!

Sleep!

He stretched his long waist and grimaced at the painting, "I'll sleep, I'll see you tomorrow."

Just walked a few steps, He Lai suddenly returned, and said "Huh" to the portrait, remembering that there was a black seal in the center of the little girl's eyebrows in the portrait, why did it seem to be missing half?

"It's really strange, it's strange, how is the other half of the seal, why is it gone? No, but it looks good, it looks better, it seems to be more beautiful, no, isn't it?"

He smirked and slid his spit, trying to wipe off the other half of the seal, but he couldn't.

So, he tried again with some water, but he still couldn't wipe it off.

- Really, really strange, strange, pig, pig Bajie!

He pouted and looked at it for a long time, how ugly it would be to leave half of it unwiped? He found alcohol to wipe it, but it was still to no avail.

How did you wipe it off just now? Why can't it be erased now?

He scratched his ears and cheeks in a hurry, and accidentally scratched the bag that had been bitten by the mosquito. I don't believe in this evil, and if I can't wipe it off tonight, I won't sleep yet!

When his bloodstained fingers touched the seal, his fingers suddenly burned and hurt!

He retracted his hand in confusion, and suddenly noticed that the other half of the seal seemed to have faded.

This discovery made him inexplicably excited, it turned out that it was going to be wiped with blood? He turned his heart sideways, and took the fruit knife and trembled and scratched his fingers.

Damn, it's too light, it's not bleeding.

"No, don't laugh, don't, don't worry, be nervous, don't shake, don't shake, be careful, cut, cut, neck, neck movement, pulse, pulse ......"

The black seal faded as the blood stained...... Downplay...... Finally disappears completely......

"You, really, drifting, beautiful, I, so happy, like you. ”

He Lai smiled, and then sighed, no classmate like him who has a serious stutter wants to be friends with him, so he can only indulge in online games.

"I, speak, speak, stammer, stammer, you, you, this, this, what, how beautiful, no, no, can, can dislike me, I, I, we say, say, okay, forever, forever, far away are friends, friends. In this world, in the world, except for Dad, Dad, Mom, Mom, Grandpa, Grandpa, Grandma, Grandma, Milk, love me, I, I, only you, your friend, friend. ”

In a short sentence, he stammered for three or four minutes, and as soon as he finished speaking, he let out a long breath, like a drowning man who was about to be suffocated.

He Lai smiled embarrassedly, and carefully took down the portrait, since they are friends, from now on, they will never be separated, including sleeping, and they cannot be separated, besides, he has a lot of things to tell her, and there are many secrets that cannot be told to her.

Lying on the bed, He Lai put the portrait flat beside him, took care to spare half a pillow, and talked about it from his childhood memories until he was thirteen years old.

Speaking of grievances, he cried under the quilt, he didn't know that the people in the painting were also crying silently at this time.

Tears were like broken pearls, wetting the placket of the garment, and also wetting the face, forehead, and eyebrows of the girl in the painting......

He hurriedly wiped the napkin, and apologized again and again, as if what was in front of him was not a painting, but a living person.

"You, you're me, my best, best friend, friend, I don't, I don't cry, and you don't, no, don't, don't cry. Tomorrow, I, I'll put you, put you in, put in, books, school bags, we, one, together, go to school. ”

The corners of the little girl's mouth suddenly hooked up in an extremely subtle arc, and she seemed to smile strangely at him.

If he finds out about this, he will be scared to the core. But the problem is that he is a Ma Daha, crying and chattering and stammering for a while, and then falling asleep with the painting in his arms.