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Back home, Lu Zhou saw that the time was approaching noon, so he pressed the idea of ​​going to the company, and he could only take a walk in the afternoon after eating. vertex

As for tomorrow, he has to go back to Binhai. This is the arrangement for the entire Qingming Festival holiday.

Seeing that his hands were not busy, Wang Fang was preparing lunch in the kitchen, and Lu Zhou was thinking about tidying up at home.

"I said, daughter-in-law."

Lu Zhou carried a few of Ye Qingchen's paintings in his study.

Ye Qingchen was watching TV in the living room, "Huh?"

This daughter-in-law, now the whole family treats her as a treasure. Wang Fang in the kitchen wouldn't let her in.

"Do you want to clean up these paintings?"

"Do you want to clean up?" Ye Qingchen got up.

Lu Zhou, "No, no, no, I'll say it casually. I'll clean it up."

But he himself didn't know how to clean up, "I'm going back to Nantian, it's inevitable that it's going to be a tide."

Ye Qingchen understood what Lu Zhou was worried about after hearing it, "I usually send it to my mother's friend for mounting, in Xiaozhou."

Lu Zhou, "Is that so. Okay, give me the address, and I'll deliver it in the afternoon. Bring it back after you pack it?"

Ye Qingchen shook his head, "No need. Some aunties will let her go if they think it's good. Sometimes they can sell some. If you have more, you can put them on the fourth floor of the old building."

After finishing speaking, Ye Qingchen went back to the room and took a bunch of keys to Lu Zhou, "I used to live across the street, you know."

Lu Zhou took the key quickly, "That's fine. I'll take a walk after lunch."

"Here. The address has been sent to your WeChat. Mi Qiao, Aunt Mi. Remember it." Ye Qingchen raised the phone again.

Lu Zhou saluted directly in his hand, "Okay. Guaranteed to complete the task!"

After lunch, Lu Zhou took the painting and went out. The place is not far, and if it takes too much time to frame, he can go back and get it before returning home at night.

I have visited this village once. It is considered to be a few historical areas in Guangnan. It should have a history of more than a hundred years. Later, it was planned to be a scenic spot and an art area. There are many studios renting the venue. it's here.

Lu Zhou came to the parking lot according to the directions of the road signs. The car could not drive in it, so he could only park and then walk in.

The look and feel of walking in is similar to when you came here. Although it is an ancient village, many villagers have rebuilt modern buildings, mainly to facilitate the rental of shops and the space upstairs. As for the ancient houses, the dilapidated ones should be repaired. The old ancestral hall looks a little old-fashioned.

The whole village is built around the water. The river water is a little clearer than what I have seen. Walking through some studios along the road, I can see some young men and women painting inside. Occasionally, there are boys with DSLRs on the road. The girl strolls around and poses for pictures, which is considered a literary atmosphere.

Lu Zhou glanced at his phone, "Enter at the alley on the right side of the People's Auditorium, and then turn right in the fourth row. There is the old house of the door **** on the door."

Lu Zhou followed the directions to the place. It was really an old mansion, but the mottled red bricks revealed that even if it had a history, it would not go anywhere for a long time.

"Dangdangdang..."

Lu Zhou knocked on the door, "Hello, is anyone there?"

After waiting for a while, a middle-aged woman opened the door and was holding a cat in her hand. She seemed to be missing an eye, which was a little scary.

Lu Zhou glanced at him and explained directly, "Is it Aunt Mi? I'm Qingchen's husband."

Seeing the painting on Lu Zhou's hand, Mi Qiao smiled kindly, "You are Lu Zhou."

"It's me, Auntie. I'm here today to bring you Qingchen's painting."

Mi Qiao beckoned, "Come in. Close the door."

When Lu Zhou heard it, he walked in.

The room was clean and tidy. In the hall, there were some young people sitting and drawing at the front of the easel. Mi Qiao walked in front of him and brought Lu Zhou to the next room, like a place to entertain guests.

"Just put the painting on the table. Pour you some tea."

Lu Zhou got up and placed the painting on the side of the desk.

The coffee table in the reception room and the desk and bookshelf on the side are arranged upside down in an antique style, with a unique charm. But the painting on this desk is a little scary.

A man with a distorted face, with five fingers grasping the position of his cheekbones, behind him is a collapsing building, and countless ant-like villains are jumping down. The scene seemed weird and creepy.

"qc"

Seeing that the signature sign of the subscript was no different from what he saw in Ye Qingchen's paintings, Lu Zhou was slightly stunned, and seemed a little uneasy.

"Eh. Not busy, Auntie. I'll be leaving in a minute."

Mi Qiao took the tea and poured it into the teapot, "It's just like your dad, looking at people calm and impatient. It's okay, drink some tea and go."

Lu Zhou was confused for a while, "Auntie and my dad are friends?"

Mi Qiao pressed the kettle, and the kettle made some noises.

"I've known each other for many years, but I don't get in touch very much. Qingchen's mother and I are classmates."

"Is that so?" Lu Zhou replied absentmindedly.

Mi Qiao saw that Lu Zhou was looking at the painting on the table, "It was a painting sent by Qingchen last year. I think it was painted by Lao Chen after the accident. You probably haven't seen it."

Lu Zhou nodded when he heard it, but he had never seen it before.

"Qingchen's paintings are liked by many people. Every once in a while, some customers come to buy some.

Like the one on the table, it doesn't mean that the black or distorted appearance was deliberately rendered, but it happened that the mood at the time was black or distorted.

It can't be said that he is a genius, but this natural expression is considered to be Qingchen's talent. It just so happens that some guests can understand it, so you can like it~www.readwn.com~ Listening to Mi Qiao's words, Lu Zhou also understands a little bit. As for Ye Qingchen's temperament, he is too familiar with it, and his mind is delicate and natural.

Most of Ye Qingchen's recent paintings that he could see were filled with warmth and happiness. Even if he didn't understand much, he could still feel the warmth revealed on the paper.

Mi Qiao poured a cup of tea for Lu Zhou, "This painting has been with me for a long time. There have always been customers willing to buy it, but Qingchen is not willing. That one is also an old man, and he paid 100,000 yuan. Judging from Qingchen's age, it should be a lot of love."

Lu Zhou, "..."

My daughter-in-law seems to be quite powerful.

"She was relieved only a few days ago."

"It's a good thing." Lu Zhou took a sip of tea.

After hearing this, Mi Qiao still smiled kindly, "Yes."

......

After sitting and chatting with Mi Qiao for half an hour, Lu Zhou glanced at the time, "Auntie, I do have something to do later. I'll go now."

After saying that, he got up and owed money, "I'll come again when I'm free."

Mi Qiao waved her hand and didn't say much, still stroking her cat in her hand.

Lu Zhou passed through the hall and walked out of the alley again. He let out a long sigh of relief, as if to relieve some of the depression in his heart.

The despair conveyed by the painting in his mind is always lingering.

Perhaps as Mi Qiao said, this is Ye Qingchen's talent. And what I feel is not necessarily one-thousandth of it.