The master of Juyazhai, Cheng Guang, is a good painter, and there is a constant stream of people who want to paint. After this evening, a wretched and sloppy man broke in, holding a roll of white silk in his hand. Bai Ling seems to be a few years old, and mold spots appear in many places on the cloth. The man held Bai Ling tightly in love like a treasure, and eagerly said to Cheng Guang: “Are you a great painter Cheng Guang?” Cheng Guang nodded and said modestly: “This great painter is really not worthy.” The man looked around. Indoors, rushing over to close the doors and windows tightly, Cheng Guang was shocked, I don’t know what this strange man is sneaking in. He unknowingly stepped back and pressed the phone on the desk to call the police. The man hurriedly said: “Mr. Cheng, don’t panic, I have a painting I want to invite my husband to appreciate.” The man stretched out the white silk in his arms, revealing a portrait of a woman. The woman in the painting is beautiful and gorgeous, wearing colorful neon clothes and putting her hair in a bun. With the beautiful Toba, she is not a Han woman. Cheng Guang couldn’t think of any ethnic minority who dressed like this.
The fine brushwork of female portraits is more of photography than painting. The woman’s smiling face is full, her eyes are emotional, and even the hair on her skin is faintly discernible. The female image is the same size as the human body, because the image is too lifelike, hanging from a distance, I think the person standing in front of it is a real person. Cheng Guang developed a keen interest in this painting. Seeing that the man didn’t mean anything, he walked with confidence, and gently slid his palm on the female statue, feeling like touching a real person. The woman’s skin was fat and slender. His figure also makes men feel warm like a real person. When Cheng Guang’s palm touched her heart from top to bottom, her heart jumped unexpectedly, which shocked Cheng Guang.
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“How?” The man kept paying attention to Cheng Guang’s expression, “Is it very special?” Cheng Guang said doubtfully, “This painting is very Wicked door, where did you get it?” The man sighed: “My name is Li Chongming. I was the boss of a company. Because of this painting, I broke my family and begged for food along the street.” He carefully rolled up the painting. Even now he still has no hatred for it. “Wait, how much is this painting? You make a price.” Cheng Guang said that he had already violated the taboo of collecting, but Li Chongming shook his head: “I don’t know how to sell paintings. Let it leave me.” Cheng Guang was surprised, and Li Chongming didn’t ask him to sell paintings. Li Chongming held the painting tightly in his arms again and said: “Mr. Cheng, I have observed you secretly for three months, knowing that you are an honest and trustworthy person, please don’t tell me anything about this painting. And if you want to be able to see this painting every day, just leave me here and treat me with delicious food.” “No problem.” Cheng Guang was very curious about this painting and the mysterious Li Chongming.
Cheng Guang sent someone to inquire about Li Chongming, and soon there was news that he was indeed the boss of a company, but this was more than ten years ago. Li Chongming loves to travel. He was exploring along the ruins of the ancient Loulan country. He disappeared in the depths of the desert for a few months. After returning, he appeared a little nervous. He often locked himself in his room and was too lazy to take care of the company’s affairs. Break in one or two yearsGave birth. Li Chongming stayed at Cheng Guang’s house and couldn’t get out of the door. The second door didn’t move. He just cried and laughed at the female statue all day. Sometimes Cheng Guang wanted to look at the painting again, but Li Chongming asked him to glance at the painting as if he was afraid of something, and then scrolled it up.
Cheng Guang, who became more and more curious, had to be a villain for the first time in his life. At night, he quietly put sleeping pills in the food for Li Chongming, Li Chongming huh Get up to sleep. Then, Cheng Guang took out Li Chongming’s painting and hung it on the wall. Bai Ling unfolded, but there was nothing on it. Cheng Guang looked for Li Chongming again, but did not find another white silk. At this time, there was a silver bell-like laughter from the moonlit courtyard, and he hurried out of the house, suddenly shocked. I saw a woman dancing enthusiastically in an exotic dance. She was wearing colorful neon clothes and beautiful bird feathers on her head. She turned her face and she was the woman in the portrait. Cheng Guang screamed, and the woman in front of him disappeared like smoke. He carefully searched the yard and found nowhere to hide her.