He continued: "This is the cheapest painting. (Novel Network www.

"..."

Gao Lang's expression was startled at first, and then gradually became weird.[

He stared at the painting with all his eyes...

At this time, she was also standing by the desk, looking at her work with admiring eyes - in fact, she was recalling another painting through her own work. She really wanted to buy it, but in the end she was chased away. Come out, what a pity!

"You didn't buy the painting?" he asked, but his expression was a bit puzzling.

"I wanted to buy it, but I couldn't." Shen Su'er told what happened at the gallery.

Gao Lang's expression became more interesting after hearing this.

At this time, Su'er said softly: "At that time... there were many very expensive paintings in the gallery. They were also very gorgeously framed and worked hard. However, I think this is the best one among them, and the artist's skills are also the most exquisite. .What a pity, I didn’t buy any...I also feel that this person who paints must be very lonely, because there is no one in high places who understands or appreciates it.”

Gao Lang nodded in agreement.

Modern times are material civilization, how many people really know how to paint?

Those leaders can use their words casually, and a large number of people come out to flatter them.

I became a calligrapher by patting...

It seems that in calligraphy and painting, the calligraphy of leaders is easier to describe as "art". After all, painting is a bit higher.

"It's interesting..." However, does Gao Lang think he should believe her?

I have some faith, but not entirely.

She is sick, and one can only believe half of what people say when she is sick.

Half of the people who wrote this letter are still thinking that this nonsense is well-founded and is too real...

seeing is believing.

"Mu Xin, draw a picture for me to see." This is the fastest way to prove it, and he just thought of it.

"I..." she hesitated, she was not in the mood to draw now.

Painting doesn’t mean you can just paint, it also depends on your mood, otherwise the things you paint will not be easy for the eyes.[

Gao Lang saw that she hesitated!

My heart feels cold. Are you really sick?

At this time, she said: "I... am not in the mood to paint now." To be precise, she was not interested.

Painting is like writing, it requires a peaceful mood and inspiration.

If you don’t have feelings, the things you create will hardly touch people’s hearts.

When Gao Lang saw her talk, he didn't force her.

He didn't continue talking about this matter.

After leaving the bedroom, continue to look for videos or browse the news online.

She was very quiet and watching TV.

Occasionally, while watching the screen, he would secretly glance at her side.

It's too quiet, not like Mu Xin at all.

When will she get better?

I've been sick for a month!

The next day.

Gao Lang went to work.

Days went by as usual, two days in a row.

Finally Friday arrived, the day of the party.

In the afternoon, Gao Lang got off work early and hurried back to Mu Xin's apartment.

At this time, he had already assigned his own key and could open the door by himself without pressing the doorbell.

After entering, I saw her busy in the kitchen.

But Wang Qian was surfing the Internet in the living room.

Gao Lang sat next to him and said softly: "Hey, you should be off work."[

"..." Wang Qian glanced sideways at his best friend, and every time he came back, he said the same thing, "Hey, can you say something new and innovative?"

"Okay. Mr. Wang, Mu Xin and I are going out, you can do it yourself."

"Where to go?"

"It's a party, didn't I tell you earlier?"

"..." Have you mentioned it? Wang Qian has no impression at all!

Gao Lang ignored his friend and walked to the kitchen, shouting: "Mu Xin, stop being busy. Change your clothes and get ready for the party."

"Okay..." the person inside responded,

Shen Su'er nodded to Gao Lang gently and then walked to the bedroom.

It's always troublesome for women to change clothes.

Gao Lang got a little bored while waiting. He took the TV remote control and flipped through the radio channels. After watching the program for a while, he changed it again when the program didn't appeal to him.

Suddenly, Wang Qian's expression changed as he was surfing the Internet quietly.

"Hey, hey, hey! Lang, Lang... look, look!" Wang Qian pulled Gao Lang's arm as if he had discovered a new world, and seemed to have discovered something explosive in the computer, "Look who this is? Who does it look like? ?

Gao Lang was confused and stepped forward to take a look.

A photo of a woman displayed in full screen is a bit blurry, like the effect taken by a camera.

However, even though it was blurry, Gao Lang could still recognize who this woman was.

Because it’s so familiar!

But, what’s all the fuss about a photo of her?

He asked Wang Qian in confusion: "What do you think it is? Mu Xin, who secretly took the photo? She often wears this outfit recently." When did he even pay attention to the clothes she wore? How embarrassing, that's all. It's just a matter of a few days.

Wang Qian suddenly realized, "It's really her. I didn't expect that she has such a talent. I underestimated her."

"what are you talking about?"

"It's valuable, should we betray her?"

"...What are you talking about?" Doubts and doubts!

"Read it for yourself, the news, the missing person notice. The reward is 200,000 yuan!"

At this time, after Wang Qian finished speaking, Gao Lang also picked up the mouse and operated it himself. When he exited the picture, he saw the news on one side, looking for a person, "Looking for a woman, the woman who made the following painting... The photo is... ...the reward recorded by the monitor in the gallery...will not be less than 200,000...if you remind the address and are sure that you can find me, double the amount...Juxian Pavilion..."

Almost, Gao Lang's fingers trembled and he clicked the wrong mouse button.

What and what? Painting...painting is real?

He was sweating like crazy! I didn’t believe it after hearing it two days ago...

Afterwards, I didn’t pay much attention to it because there were too many things going on in the company.

Suddenly see this one now?

He, he, he was completely speechless...

There's a question out! It's out!

"Qian, could this news be fake?" Gao Lang was doubting.

Without thinking, Wang Qian raised his five fingers and slapped Gao Lang on the head! He laughed and scolded: "Idiot, don't you know if it's true or not with just a phone call? Juxian Pavilion, I remember correctly that's your grandpa. territory."

Damn it! Pretend to be an idiot at critical moments.

Wang Qian seemed to be more anxious than Gao Lang. He had already taken out his mobile phone from his body and pushed it in front of Gao Lang. "Quickly, make a call to confirm. This matter is very important." According to recent observations, he seems to have A conclusion is reached, and it can be regarded as a bold guess.

"..." Yes, Gao Lang also felt it was very important.

What was important, he couldn't tell clearly for a while.

Gao Lang fought anyway.

The problem is... Grandpa’s cell phone can’t be reached? Is it turned off?

"What's going on? Turn off the phone at the critical moment?" Wang Qian complained. Ah, I'm going crazy! However, he accidentally glanced at the mobile phone contact number in the news, and then snatched the mobile phone from Gao Lang's hand?

The two numbers are actually the same? Embarrassing! No wonder the phone is shut down. It is estimated that there will be no less than a thousand calls a day.

"Gao Lang, I found that your grandpa is the same as you...sometimes he is very informal, he actually puts his number publicly..." Informal is a polite way of saying it, confused is more accurate, for such a big person.

I acted impulsively without thinking of the consequences.

Gao Lang laughed and said, "This is the kind of person he is. Also, my grandpa is the one I admire the most. Hehe." Calligraphy and painting can indeed cultivate sentiment. Following the principle that raising grandpa's own face will also bring glory to him, he did not deeply understand it.
To be continued...