Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

"You, how did you find this painting?" The old man murmured to himself, and looked back at Qi Lingyang, only to find it a little weird.

It is said that Cao Cao is here. As soon as he mentioned the painter, Su Xiang found out his paintings.

Qi Lingyang also looked at the old man, and walked towards Su Xiang. The old man stood on one side with his hands on his back, watching Su Xiang unpacking the paper there, pointing a finger, and slowly raised his head to face Qi Lingyang: "Hey, he is the painter who was with Shen Yan back then. Hey" Old man He sighed and shook his head, then glanced at Su Xiang, with a kind of good luck.

When Qi Lingyang and Su Xiang's eyes touched, both of them looked horrified. In order to prevent Old Man He from noticing the strangeness, both of them remained silent. Su Xiang endured the surging excitement in his chest, and his fingers trembled a little.

The painter who was with Shen Yan back then was Ye Cheng? So, what happened to Yanlin, her friend? Did she make a mistake?

In any case, Su Xiang calmly opened the last piece of paper, and a beautiful painting appeared in front of his eyes. Under the soft lighting, the painting seemed to become gentle, giving people a warm and agile feeling.

Su Xiang stared at the painting with bated breath. There was no movement for a long time. The old man looked in his eyes, thinking that Su Xiang was amazed by the painting, and a shrewd light flashed across his eyes. He coughed slightly and said, "It seems that Miss Su has a close relationship with this painting."

Su Xiang did not respond to him, only continued to look at the painting, unable to take his eyes off the painting at all.

The structure of the painting is very special. A bunch of **** flowers is held by a pair of soft hands. The flowers cover the woman's face. Only a pair of bright smiling eyes can be seen from the gap between the flowers, as if the flower is her, and she is the flower.

Eyes mother

Even though there is no Shen Yan in this world, she always remembers those smiling eyes.

Su Xiang couldn't help but reached out and touched those eyes. When he was about to touch them, the old man suddenly stopped her and said, "Don't, don't touch."

The old man looked excited, his body squatted reflexively, and his hands stretched forward to prevent him. Su Xiang was shocked when he was interrupted suddenly. He looked at the old man in astonishment. The old man immediately said, "The paint on this painting is not ordinary paint." After he said, he looked at the painting with a full face of the baby.

Su Xiang looked down. Although it was a long time ago, compared with those antique paintings, it was more than 30 years old and the colors were as new, and there was nothing special about it. The old man squatted down and pointed at the flower and said, "At that time, Ye Cheng graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts and studied ancient paints. All the paints in his paintings were all prepared by himself."

Su Xiang was silent. When she heard others tell the story of that person, she didn't dare to breathe loudly, for fear of missing a word. She has studied traditional Chinese painting and has a bit of fine art skills. She knows that when some people are obsessed with painting, they mix their own pigments, and some even use gemstones to grind them into powder. That's why paintings that have not faded for thousands of years have been handed down.

Su Xiang didn't know what raw materials Ye Cheng used to make this color, but he must have carefully developed it.

The woman above is his favorite. But why would he entrust such a precious painting to such a greasy old man for sale?

Su Xiang asked the question to the bottom of his heart, calmly raised his head to look at the old man, and said calmly: "Oh? It turns out that this Ye Cheng is so talented. But why is his painting here? Also, according to this person's talent , Shouldn’t be unknown, why have I never heard of it?"

The old man took the chair and sat down, with regrets on his face, he said: "Hey, it's all a love word."

He glanced at Su Xiang, seemingly jealous, and closed his mouth. Su Xiang and Qi Lingyang looked at each other. She is the daughter of Su Mingdong and Shen Yan. This is probably what the old man is worried about.

Su Xiang smiled faintly and said: "You don't have to be evasive. I also like to listen to the stories of gifted scholars and beautiful ladies."

The old man grinned, smiled and said, "Ms. Su chose this painting because of fate. The person in this painting is your mother, Shen Yan. Surely Miss Su recognized it just now?"

Su Xiang inherited Shen Yan's eyes, smiled, and his eyes were crooked like a moon, watery and clear, almost the same as those in the painting.

The old man turned his head to look at the painting, seemingly emotional, and said again: "That is, you found it out. I haven't read it for many years. I almost forgot the fate."

Su Xiang looked at him, pursed his lower lip, and took the opportunity to ask: "Since this painting is related to my mother, and she is no longer alive, as a child, he knows that there is such a past, if Mr. He is willing, May as well say more, I can also understand her past."

The old man glanced at her, pondered for a while, and quickly said with a headache: "Well, you are Shen Yan's daughter. You should want to know."

"Ye Cheng and Shen Yan were very in love with each other many years ago. The appearance of a talented girl was still in its infancy in the art field in China. Ye Cheng was full of ambition and yearned for the palace of art. Shen Yan studied classical art. The two matched each other and studied together. At that time, Ye Cheng's agent was Shen Yan."

Su Xiang frowned slightly, and he could imagine the scene of the two loving and supporting each other at that time. Ye Chengchu was not well-known when he came out of the cottage, and Shen Yan knew painting but had no personal connections. He helped to promote sales, and the two of them rushed together.

"Later, Shen Yan met Su Mingdong, that is Miss Su, your father at an appreciation meeting. At that time, Shen Yan wanted to push out Ye Cheng's paintings, but they planted the bane of their separation in the future."

The old man said something slowly again. In order to worry about Su Xiang, those words were also very vague and implicit, but Su Xiang could get a message from his words.

More than 30 years ago, domestic knowledge of art was not as popular as it is now. Group gatherings such as appreciation parties were mostly high-class or high-minded people. Shen Yan attended such gatherings, thinking that there would be one more way but no one. Thinking of provoke a wolf, causing tragedy between her and the painter.

The latter stories, Su Xiang had already learned from Qi Haipeng and Su Run, are almost the same as what the old man said.

Su Xiang looked at the old man in front of him who was immersed in the past, and asked softly: "Then what about you, who are you?"

"Later, Shen Yan married Su Mingdong. What about that painter? Shen Yan is no longer his agent. Why does he leave his paintings to you?"

Ye Cheng must trust him to leave the paintings to him. Does this old man still keep in touch with Ye Cheng?

Su Xiang had a little hope in his heart and looked at him with scorching eyes.

The old man touched the goatee, and said in a deep tone: "I studied with him as a mentor, and I am his brother. However, I knew my talent was insufficient, so I did not continue to paint. For some people, buying a four-piece suit at home is the goal, and whoever has the desire to buy a piece of art will provide it."

The old man snorted lightly, as if he was disapproving of Ye Cheng's whole-hearted pursuit of art at the time: "However, it is not possible at home, but there are those who understand art abroad and are very interested in Chinese painting. At that time, I created something in the industry. A little achievement, when I returned to China, I heard about Ye Cheng."

"Ye Cheng wanted to be famous, but he didn't expect Shen Yan to leave him. This was a big blow to him, but his ideals have not changed. I took his paintings and sold them."

From the old man's face, Su Xiang saw his eyes sparkling, showing a very proud look. Thinking about it, Ye Cheng's paintings have brought him a lot of benefits, but Qi Haipeng clearly said that Ye Cheng is not well-known. Is it the name of other celebrity painters? Or, because the old man sold the paintings to foreigners, he did not cause any repercussions in China?

Su Xiang: "But"

The old man seemed to know what she was trying to say, and said, "Don't get me wrong. I know Ye Cheng wants to be famous, and he is desperate to be famous. In those ten years, he was crazy about painting, day and night. How could he allow me to sell his paintings under the name of other people."

Su Xiang sighed slightly, then it was the latter. The old man sold Ye Cheng's paintings to foreigners.

Wait, in those ten years?

She frowned slightly, her eyes moved slightly, and her thoughts turned.

Ye Cheng must be unwilling to marry Shen Yan by Su Mingdong, so he wants to become famous and accumulate wealth more urgently. He wants to quickly obtain a certain social status, so that he can take Shen Yan back again. So, after that ten years, he came back and wanted to take Shen Yanyuan away, but he didn't expect to be discovered by Su Mingdong.

Su Run said that that day, when Shen Yan was taken home by Su Mingdong, there was blood on his body. Then Su Mingdong injured Ye Cheng, maybe killed him?

Thinking of this, Su Xiang trembled in her heart and raised her eyes to look at Qi Lingyang. Qi Lingyang faced her, gently shook her head, and motioned her to calm down first.

Su Xiang took a breath and said, "What happened later? It stands to reason that the domestic environment has improved and there are more and more people who understand art. If Ye Cheng continues like this, he will definitely become famous. , Why is there no news?"

The old man showed a look of regret again. He touched the picture frame with his fingers. He shook his head and said, "I don't know. I lost contact with him for a long time. One day, he suddenly came to me and gave this picture to me. He gave it to me and asked me to give him a large sum of money. At that time, he seemed to be badly injured and his whole body was very haggard. Later, he disappeared, and since then, I have never seen him again. "

Su Xiang opened his lower lip slightly, and then suppressed what he wanted to say.

Ye was hurt and didn't even want Shen Yan's paintings. He loves Shen Yan so much, is he willing? Or was it because Su Mingdong played another trick to make him penniless and could only sell paintings?

Su Mingdong hit him cruelly, he should have taken the money away from here. But he could come back for ten years to find Shen Yan, why did he never show up again?

Su Xiang was upset and noisy in her mind at the moment. She calmed her mind and asked: "But, since Ye Cheng's painting can be sold at a high price, why is this painting? Still keep it, haven't sold it?"

The old man said: "This painting is his own collection, and it is also the only painting he has left with me. With Ye Cheng's talent, I believe he will be famous when he comes out again. It’s noisy, I just want to sell it at that time. You know, all painters, once they become famous, their early paintings are very valuable. However, he never appeared again, disappeared, and there is no trace."

The old man shrugged his shoulders. He could hear that he had looked for him before, but he couldn't find this person again.

Su Xiang and Qi Lingyang looked at each other. Now that the old man's story here is finished, they should also leave. Qi Lingyang smiled and said, "Since Su Xiang has a relationship with this painting, I also ask Mr. He to collect it privately. I want this painting."

The old man’s shrewd eyes flashed, and chrysanthemum wrinkles squeezed out of the corners of his eyes, and his chubby cheeks were shining in the light. He wrote a series of numbers on the torn cover paper, and said with a smile: "I entered this line like this. For many years, I have never encountered such a predestined thing. Since the person in the painting is Miss Su's mother, she has returned to the original master."

Qi Lingyang glanced at the string of numbers, and raised his eyebrows slightly, a very high number. He nodded, and approved without blinking. A painting, so much information, is worth it.

He said: "If you ask the old gentleman to wrap up the painting carefully, thank you old gentleman first."

The old man sold the painting at a high price. He couldn't help himself. Shou Yiyang ordered his subordinates to carefully package the paintings. Qi Lingyang thought of something and asked, "Old man, is there anyone else who has seen this painting?"

The old man was startled and shook his head: "This painting has been on hold except when I moved it when I changed venues."

Having said that, he exhaled, thinking that the person might come back, so he kept it on purpose. Even if he comes back in the future, he won't be able to see it.

Su Xiang turned his head and looked at Qi Lingyang. His palm was on her shoulder and he took her out first. The old man smiled and looked at the painting that was being repacked, as if he was looking at a box of RMB.

Su Xiang suddenly stopped when she reached the stairs. She turned around and said, "By the way, old sir, do you know Yanlin, Mr. Yan?"

"Huh?" The old man had a very dazed expression on his face. "Who are you talking about?"

I don't know Su Xiang shook his head, squeezed a smile and said, "It's okay."

In the car, Su Xiang was very worried. She had always replaced Yanlin in the role of her father, but now there is another Ye Cheng, and the whole person is in confusion. She needs to think about it again.

Pearl was tired, and fell asleep quietly in her arms. She didn't know what she had dreamed of. She smiled with her little mouth slightly open, and her little head arched over her body. Su Xiang came back to his senses and hugged the little girl into a comfortable posture. When he raised his head, he saw Fu Ying silently looking at her with slick eyes.

Su Xiang touched his head and asked softly: "Tired?"

Fu Ying shook his head and asked in a low voice against her arm: "Are you upset? Is that painting expensive?"

Did you buy a very expensive painting, so you feel distressed?

Su Xiang touched his beautiful eyes and said, "I'm not upset. My mother bought a priceless painting today, so I have more ideas."

"Oh" Fu Ying nodded, thinking about the priceless paintings, what should they look like, are they better than the paintings of famous artists in the exhibition?

"Can I take a look?" he asked.

Su Xiang looked at the little guy with a serious and pious look. When he was born, Shen Yan was no longer there. The child had never seen her, his grandmother.

Su Xiang said softly: "Of course, you will like it very much."

Back in Xiangyuan, Pearl was sent to sleep in the children's room. Fu Ying hadn't finished his homework yet, so Su Xiang asked him to do his homework first. In the studio, Ye Cheng's painting was placed on her desk. Qi Lingyang looked down at the painting and heard Su Xiang's footsteps. He turned his head and looked over. Su Xiang walked in and stood by the table. The two looked at the painting together.

Su Xiang said, "Yanlin, Ye Cheng, what do you think of these two people?"

Qi Lingyang pulled out a piece of paper from the printer and handed it to her: "Look at this first."

Su Xiang picked it up and looked at it. The information on the Southern Star Company was on it. More than 20 years ago, he made his fortune in Malaysia with a rubber plantation, and the founder was Yanlin.

Qi Lingyang said: "After listening to the words of Old Man He and this painting, do you think that Ye Cheng and Yanlin are just two people who are related?"

Su Xiang said: "What do you think?"

Qi Lingyang lifted the office chair, and the roller made a gurgling sound on the floor. He let Su Xiang sit on it, while he half sat on the desk. He said: "A man is seriously injured, and there is no woman he loves. Successfully taken away. Su Mingdong will not let him go, and he is deeply humiliated, and his hatred will only grow deeper."

"Change of name, change of face, revenge that has been dormant for more than 20 years, how likely do you think this is?"

Su Xiang’s arm rested on the armrest. She grabbed the soft leather on top and slowly curled her fingers and said, “You think he sold the painting to Old Man He and then went to Malaysia to use the money. To regroup, in order to avoid Su Mingdong and to implement his plan, he changed his name and surname, changed his face, and when he returned, he was bound to repay a hundred times?"

Qi Lingyang nodded, glanced at the document and said: "The time when the Southern Star Company was established and the time when Ye Cheng disappeared was only two years away, so I have reason to doubt it. That artist is Ye Cheng and Yan Lin."

"But, why is he?" Su Xiang stopped after only half of his words. Ye suffered a serious injury and could no longer continue to paint, so he lost his dream of becoming a great painter and turned to business to better implement his revenge plan. .

If it weren't for this, it couldn't explain why Yanlin had to deal with the Su family so much, so that the entire Su family was destroyed, and even the land was lifted. If it's just for friends, this approach is too much.

Su Xiang twisted her fingers and looked up at the Jiang Hua on the painting. She said, "But, he loves Shen Yan so much. He comes back for revenge, why didn't he take her away again?"

If it were taken away at that time, there would be no such thing.

Yanlin, who returned again, was a successful businessman, not a painter Ye Cheng, he was stronger than Ye Cheng, but he did not take away Shen Yan. If it's just for not wanting to startle the snake, he can take away Shen Yan when Su Mingdong is desperate. Su Mingdong was definitely not his opponent at that time.

In addition, he succeeded in revenge in the end, why didn't he show up from start to finish, just so drowning in the crowd, wouldn't he enjoy the thrill of successful revenge?

Could it be that they have met before, but Shen Yan has promised that Su Mingdong will not leave him, so he gave up and escaped?

Thinking of this, Su Xiang's heart sank. Could it be that it was because of her in the end?

She covered her face, her mind was still confused. Qi Lingyang stroked her hair and said, "Perhaps, Ye Cheng when he returns again." He paused and said instead, "Yan Lin, his heart for Shen Yan is gone."

Su Xiang's body stiffened slightly, raised his head, looked at him with blank eyes, and then slowly focused. When Qi Lingyang was in the gallery, the last question he asked Old Man He

She said: "You mean he was completely blinded by revenge, and even Shen Yan ignored him?"

Yes, Yanlin and Old Man He knew each other, but even if Yanlin avoided being recognized by him, he could let Yangu go and retrieve the painting, but the painting was completely forgotten in that corner.

Qi Lingyang held her hand on her leg, and looked at Su Xiang calmly with his eyes: "He came back as a successful businessman. Given the importance of that painting to him, he has enough financial resources to buy it back. But , He completely ignored this important painting that brought him venture capital."

"I think it's not just that I was blinded by hatred, but something else happened before that caused Yanlin to change his heart towards her."

Su Xiang opened her lips: "What's the matter?"

Qi Lingyang said: "This, only the person involved knows." He turned his body halfway, glanced at the painting and said, "Su Xiang, I think we should go to the pillow garden once."

Su Xiang's eyes looked over together, falling on the painting.

If Yanlin is really Ye Cheng, can he be indifferent?

Mid-levels villa.

When Fu Hanchuan returned to Fu Mansion, the huge house was deserted and deserted. He had long been accustomed to such desertedness. He took off his suit, threw it on the sofa, and poured a glass of water on the floor.

Mother Song came back from buying vegetables, and she knew that Fu Hanchuan was back when she saw the suitcase in the living room. She looked upstairs, put the vegetables in the kitchen, and then went upstairs.

Fu Hanchuan was in the study. Mother Song knocked on the door and pushed in and said, "Mr. Fu, you are back."

Fu Hanchuan checked the e-mail on the computer. Hearing the words, Mama Song said, "Young Master Fu Ying went to Mrs. Xiangyuan. Do you want him to come back?"

Fu Hanchuan paused with his fingers on the keyboard, raised his eyes and looked at Mother Song, "He didn't go to the extracurricular training class?"

Mother Song immediately took cover for Fu Ying and said, "The young master is lonely alone at home. It happened on the weekend that his wife could take care of him and let him pass."

Fu Hanchuan frowned slightly, said nothing, and waved his hand. After Song's mother left, he took out his mobile phone and called Fu Ying. The little guy said he would go home immediately after receiving the call, and he didn't have a word.

Half an hour later, Fu Hanchuan stood outside the gate of Fu Mansion. He wore casual home clothes and walked back and forth twice. A red pr came into view, and then slowly stopped. The wheels rolled on the road and issued Rustling sound