One Step to The End

"Unexpectedly, Xiao Lan also dedicated herself to art. She should be only eighteen or nine years old at this time..."

Zhao Guanren stared at the oil painting on the wall curiously. He is a layman who can't appreciate the elegant art. Anyway, Xiao Lan in the painting is naked, sitting on the bay window with one leg in his arms. The painting style is very delicate, even her green. Both shy and shy are drawn.

"Look! These two are also hers, they are of different ages..."

Yan Ruyu suddenly pulled him aside. The second picture of Xiao Lan was in her early twenties. She leaned on the sofa and smiled and gathered her long hair. The suspender nightdress slipped on her waist, and there was a girl lying on her side. On the lap, and the third one is obviously the mature style of recent years.

"Damn! It was three years ago, she got married and still let people paint like this..."

Yan Ruyu shook his head in disbelief, but Zhao Guanren pointed to the second oil painting and said in surprise: "Look at their slimy hair, it looks like they have just been doubled by someone. This reminds me of a sentence, you do art. Fuck you, this is called in-depth art!"

"Haha~ Don't think so dirty, okay, people this is elegant art..."

Yan Ruyu took him out and said with a smile: "This is obviously a private exhibition hall. These paintings must have been publicly exhibited. Even if it is really like what you said, it can only prove one thing. Xiao Lan's ex-boyfriend is her. My old classmate, Xing Le is a painter!"

"Xiao Lan has been married for several years, how many boyfriends have he talked about..."

Zhao Guanrenshun moved the large oil painting back, and Yan Ruyu said: "Xiao Lan has only been married for four years. I only heard that she had talked with two boyfriends. Later, she was single because she was busy with her business. I have not been pregnant!"

"I guess her husband is green now, so he can be painted like that, I don't believe that nothing happened..."

Zhao Guanren hugged her and walked out of the studio. Liu Tianliang and the others also walked out of the lounge. Xiao Lan walked out of the art gallery anxiously. How did she know that Chen Yao greeted her generously and said, "Aren't you going to open the room with me? Let's go!" Let's take a bath together!"

"What? You want to open a room with her..."

Yan Ruyu's eyes rounded sharply, but Zhao Guanren mocked: "Chen Yao! You are really not a good thing. Just after provoking me and your ex-husband, I turned my head to provoke my girlfriend again. I think you are the little one. The motorcycle won't catch fire-owe a kick!"

"The guns that I have made appointments must be finished with tears. Only the ugly species shrinks..."

Chen Yao helped him adjust his collar and turned away with a sneer, but Zhao Guanren smiled bitterly again: "Fatty! You irritated her not lightly, so why should we get together well? By the way! There is a secret studio inside. There is the body art of your boss!"

"No? She has also worked as a mannequin..."

Liu Tianliang opened his mouth in astonishment, and Yan Ruyu explained it with a smile.

"damn it!"

Liu Tianliang was immediately depressed and said: "No wonder I am running here mysteriously. It turns out that old lovers are here. These little **** don't have a good thing. I don't look at things that are low-level and interesting. Forget it! Don't look, it's not my wife anyway!"

Liu Tianliang turned his head and ran into the studio. The two also smiled and left the art gallery, but Yan Ruyu asked again: "Does the fat man love Xiao Lan? I don't think he cares very much!"

"How can there be so much love in the adult world, it's all about not seeing rabbits and flying eagles..."

Zhao Guanren hugged her and walked towards the central garden. Zhao Feisui suddenly flashed over and smiled: "Grandpa! We searched both inside and out. We even went to the basement and found nothing unusual, but the corpse fish in the water is real. Quite a lot, I am afraid it will be difficult to leave without a boat!"

"Hey? Husband, why did he call you grandpa..."

Yan Ruyu looked at Zhao Feisui in wonder, and Zhao Feisui smiled again: "My name is Zhao Feisui. I am his brother's grandson. Of course, I have to call him grandpa. Don't look at my grandpa's youth. He has more than 30 children. , It's enough to be your grandfather!"

"Gosh! How old are you..."

Yan Ruyu covered her mouth in horror, and Zhao Guanren rolled her eyes and said, "If you count on history, I would be more than a thousand years old, but if you count on my experience, I should be... thirty-four. Ah, this is eight years!"

"Scared me to death! I thought you were a bad old man..."

Yan Ruyu breathed a sigh of relief and followed him into the museum. At this time, no one cared about any antiques. He moved to the old tables and old chairs and ate supper. The same was true for the survivors of the museum. Many people hid in the basement and were hungry for two days. , All of them are like starving ghosts.

"Brother! Come and eat noodles, ham beef noodles..."

Mistress Chen waved her hands in a charming manner. No one dared to sit on the table of Eight Immortals in the middle. Zhao Guanren sat down carefreely. Xiao Lan was eating noodles with Master Qiu at the table, but Master Qiu was obviously hungry, and she even had a few conversations with her. There is no time for sentence.

"Boss Xing! You have so many babies here. After you have finished eating, pick a few and tell us about it..."

Luan Qian’s father stood up and arched his hands. He could see that he was very rare and full of antiques in the room. The exhibition hall was elegantly arranged, and the whole was a field shape. The tearful antiques were placed in glass cabinets. , Let the spotlight shine brightly.

"Yes! As long as everyone loves to listen..."

Xing Baimao wiped his mouth and stood up, and said with a smile: "But I beg you for one thing. Every artifact here is a proof of history. I hope everyone will take good care of it and stop cooking noodles with the gold and silver of the Warring States Period. This is a ruined cultural relic!"

"Aren't you an oil painter? Why are you still using antiques..."

Zhao Guanren held up the noodle bowl and looked at him. Xing Baimao smiled and said, "I studied art in college, but this does not affect my love for antiques, but I haven't finished eating this noodles yet, so please invite my junior sisters. , She is also an expert in this area!"

"Yes! Let Xiaolan go up and talk to see if she has grown during this time..."

Master Qiu also smiled and waved his hand. The depressed Xiao Lan had to get up and walked to a group of showcases and smiled bitterly: "I only understand the fur, please correct me if I made a mistake, um~ we will start from this Tang Let’s talk about it on behalf of the crystal palace lantern. It is a cultural relic that is forbidden to trade..."

Xiao Lan straightened her waist and talked freely, and she also picked up the exquisite atlas to explain to everyone, but Zhao Guanren suddenly got up and walked over, staring at the crystal palace lantern in the glass cover carefully, frowning and saying: "This is a big new job, you Say this is an antique of the Tang Dynasty?"

Xiao Lan was quite surprised and asked, "How can this antique that opened the door be a big new job?"

"Do you know what it means to open the door with a glance? If this is a cultural relic, I will swallow it raw..."

Zhao Guanren suddenly took out a dagger, inserted it into the lock and unscrewed the cabinet, reaching out to get the precious crystal palace lantern, Xing Baimao jumped up and exclaimed: "You can't touch it! That's a cultural relic, a fragile thing!"

"Do you know what oil is used for lighting in the palace? It must be high-quality beeswax that does not smoke..."

Zhao Guanren took out the palace lantern nonchalantly, opened the lamp cover and smelled the odor inside. He turned around and smiled contemptuously: "Hmph~ I know the smell of vegetable oil. In ancient times, poor people used vegetable oil to light the lamp. It’s animal oil or paraffin!"

"Little friend!"

Master Qiu waved his hand and smiled: "You are right, but it's an old thing for more than a thousand years. It's hard to keep an idiot who pours vegetable oil in to light a lamp, right?"

"Since it's gold for more than a thousand years, is there anything so shiny? This base is a fake..."

Zhao Guanren held up the lamp cover and said: "At first glance, the statue carved on the cover is a bodhisattva, but in the Tang Dynasty, where the artistic accomplishments were extremely high, the Bodhisattva’s mouth was carved crookedly. The monks with crooked mouths cannot recite good scriptures. , This is going to be decapitated in the palace, and the whole family will be exiled!"

Zhao Guanren put the light down as he said, browsed other antiques along the showcase, and quickly shook his head: "Good guy! The truth is mixed, the first-class cultural relics are all fakes, and even the porcelain cups are high imitations. Si Mu Wu Ding didn't dare to imitate it, you're just a pitted national treasure!"

"You are a master, we are all crafts here, are you satisfied..."

Xing Baimao looked like he couldn't laugh or cry, and Xiao Lan helplessly said, "Don't underestimate the folk collectors. These are all cultural relics that have been appraised by experts, but you are happy, Lao Xing! Teacher Chou! Let's go upstairs. Talk about conversation!"

"Yeah! Okay, please, Miss Mingyan, make us a pot of tea..."

Master Qiu smiled and walked upstairs, Xiao Lan and others followed, but Luan Qian’s father still didn’t believe in evil, and walked to the showcase with a few friends and said, "Officer Zhao! This place is a bit famous. It's impossible to fool people with fake things, right?"

"Father-in-law! Take whatever you like if you like it, count as my gift to you..."

Liu Tianliang walked over and picked up the palace lantern and stuffed it with the astonished old bald head, but Zhao Guanren cut the armchair open again and sneered: "Look at it clearly, is this especially Huanghuali? Even the pillars in my house are Huanghuali. , I can smell it with my nose!"

"Oh~"

Luan Qian stepped up to hold Liu Tianliang, and said impatiently: "Whether it is true or false, no matter how valuable it is, it can't be eaten as a meal. I still think about what we will do tomorrow. There is no supermarket on this isolated island. We have the most food. Stay for two days!"

"Look for a lure fishing rod tomorrow. If there is a box in the water, catch it. If you rely on the water, you can starve to death..."

Liu Tianliang smiled and took her into his arms, and kissed her on the cheek as if showing affection. Zhao Guanren didn't care where the survivors slept, he took Yan Ruyu out, and walked a lot inside and out. After that, the two came to the deepest large exhibition hall.

"Flying Armor! You arrange your brothers to watch the night, I will rest in the factory..."

After Zhao Guanren confessed, the two went to the small office building in the factory and found an office on the second floor. No matter whose room it was, Yan Ruyu suddenly jumped into Zhao Guanren’s arms with his legs crossed. He kissed passionately on his waist.

"Yan Xiaosao! You are so anxious, do you want to smoke a cigar again..."

Zhao Guanren smiled and pushed her against the wall, Yan Ruyu Jiao punched him angrily, and said: "You are so stinky, you want me to vomit you all over, you must get some water to take a shower, and my sister will accompany you. Hey slowly, or you don’t mess with me!"

"The troublesome beauty sister helped me take a shower, okay..."

"Huh~ you know you won't let me idle, go! Wife accompanies you to the mandarin duck bath, hahaha..."

Yan Ruyulang smiled and pulled him out. Anyway, there was no one in the factory. She started to undress when she got out of the office. There were all kinds of temptations along the way. As a result, she just ran into the pantry and closed the door. A scream.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Guanren rushed over and kicked the door open. Yan Ruyu slumped on the ground and shivered. He pointed to the window and stuttered in horror: "Yes, there are ghosts! His face is covered with blood, and he is floating up to the sky from outside, trees, trees. There is still a dead man!"

"where?"

Zhao Guanren drew his sword suspiciously and walked to the window, and suddenly saw a woman with short hair hanging from a big tree not far away, her tongue had been spit on her chin, and her entire face was blue and purple, floating in the air with the swaying branches. Wandering.

"I'm going! Isn't this the sales lady? Why did you die here..."