Male supporting character in a book: Aren’t we brothers?

Looking at the content received on his mobile phone, Jiang Qian'an frowned fiercely.

The above is a message from Wang Ping, the assistant who helped the original owner deal with the paintings.

The information was probably that someone had come out to accuse several of his previous paintings of being "plagiarism", and now Jiang Qian'an's originally accumulated reputation and reputation are declining sharply.

Wang Ping came to ask him about his previous writing inspiration, creation time, and whether he had any evidence to ask him to issue a statement.

Thinking of the man he had just caught while drinking coffee with Bris, Jiang Qian sent a message to Wang Ping asking him not to worry and to wait for his notification.

Time goes back to the cafe——

Because of the foreign environment, Brice's bodyguards became alert when they saw the same man appear across the street for the second time.

Sure enough, the man appeared for the third time, at the third-floor window of a cafe opposite them, and his eyes were in the direction of their husband several times.

They made a quick judgment, fearing that this person would threaten Brice's safety.

But because they were not in their own country, they initially just asked someone to investigate, and then they found that the man was taking pictures of them.

After quickly bringing the man back to the car and asking him about the situation, they found out that he was a private detective who was hired by his employer to investigate Jiang Qian'an.

Jiang Qian'an went to meet the private detective, but that person didn't know the employer's information either. All the contact was initiated by him, and the phone call was virtual. He agreed to get the investigation results in a few days.

The only information was the account number for paying the deposit, but it was also encrypted.

The phone rang, and the caller was [Big Brother].

Jiang Qianan picked up the phone, "Brother."

Jiang Qichuan's slightly hurried voice came from the receiver:

"An An, don't worry about your work. Big brother will take care of it for you."

Jiang Qian'an felt warmed at the thought. This elder brother must have been keeping an eye on his situation, otherwise how could he have known about it the moment something happened?

"Well, I might have a clue."

Jiang Qian'an thought of the private detective.

He had someone investigate but before any results came out, his elder brother was different.

After getting Jiang Qichuan's response, Jiang Qian'an told him what happened in the afternoon and gave Jiang Qichuan the contact information he got from the private detective.

The two hung up the phone after a few words.

Although this is the case, Jiang Qian'an still has to go back to the old house. Although he doesn't paint, the reputation accumulated by the original owner cannot be damaged.

Jiang Qian'an had the habit of recording his paintings, so he wanted to go back and find them for Wang Ping.

It is now Qin Siheng's time to get off work, and I don't know if he is on the way.

Jiang Qian'an wanted to send him a message to tell him that he would return to the old house tonight, but he heard the sound of the front door unlocking.

"An An is going out?" As soon as Qin Siheng entered the room, he saw Jiang Qian'an picking up the key and preparing to go out.

He nodded and said, "Let's go back to the old house to find something."

Qin Siheng also knew about this "plagiarism" storm. It was so fierce that it must have been done intentionally. He had asked Sun Rao to deal with it as soon as possible.

All information about Jiang Qian'an was removed from some online platforms, and he also investigated those who came out to "accuse" Jiang Qian'an one by one.

He hurried back because he was afraid that this matter would affect the young master, so he came back to accompany him.

Qin Siheng said worriedly, "I'll go with you."

Jiang Qianan nodded. It was not like he had not been there before. On the way back, Jiang Qianan told him what happened that afternoon.

Qin Siheng listened and pondered for a moment: "I will get you another group of bodyguards."

Jiang Qi'an was a little amused. "No need. This place is different from foreign countries. In China, who would dare to use a wooden cannon to sand people on the street?"

So it is understandable that bodyguards focus on different things.

Qin Siheng didn't say anything. He felt it was necessary. He would not compromise on the young master's safety.

Qin Siheng was making plans in his mind, and the two of them returned to the Jiang family.

The two men suddenly came back and had dinner with the old man again. After dinner, Jiang Qian went directly to the studio in the back.

Jiang Qian'an had several paintings wrapped in dust cloth before. Qin Siheng touched them with his fingers and ran his fingers along the edge.

"An An, can I take a look?"

Jiang Qian'an was still searching for something in a box. He nodded as he heard this and said, "Sure."

After getting Jiang Qian'an's consent, Qin Siheng gently lifted the dust cloth, and what came into view was a black and blue background.

A quiet alley, from the exit you can see cars speeding by, the street lights at the intersection are dim, and a faint halo spreads out, illuminating that small space.

The neon signs on the street across the street are colorful, and pedestrians, either alone, in pairs, or in groups, pass by under the colorful shop signs, making the street look bustling.

Further away are the outlines of tall buildings. In the night, small windows reveal warm yellow lights. Some lights are connected together to form distinct blocks of color. The darkness in front of us contrasts sharply with the brightness ahead.

The entire oil painting uses delicate brushstrokes and rich colors to outline the prosperity and hustle and bustle of the city night scene. Although the author has spent a lot of time and effort to describe the prosperity and splendor, one can still see at a glance the loneliness and solitude he wants to express. Qin Siheng's breathing stopped and his heart seemed to be squeezed.

Is his An An so lonely?

It was as if... everything here didn't belong to him, and was out of tune with this world.

Jiang Qian'an dug out his sketchbook, which contained the sketches he'd made after he'd gotten an inspiration. He'd sketched the whole thing step by step before finally putting pen to paper once he had the whole idea. He also found a few memory cards.

When I turned around, I saw Qin Siheng still standing in front of the canvas in a daze.

"What's wrong?" He walked to Qin Siheng and looked at the canvas with him. He was shocked when he saw the content on it.

He hadn't noticed this painting the last time he came to the studio to work on these works, so he had no impression of it.

This was the same situation as when he first arrived, lonely and out of tune with the world.

Was the original Jiang Qian'an like this?

Qin Siheng took the thing from his hand, and placed his big palm on Jiang Qian'an's hand. A trace of heat was transmitted from his palm to his heart.

Jiang Qian'an felt warm in his heart.

In the end, Qin Siheng didn't ask anything, just tidied up the place and returned to the apartment with Jiang Qian'an.

On the road.

Jiang Qian'an received a message from his elder brother, and found out the contact information.

After reading what his elder brother sent him, Jiang Qi'an had several questions in his mind.

I was confused and speechless.

"What's wrong?" Qin Siheng looked at him with some confusion. What was he looking at?

Jiang Qi'an silently put the phone in his hand and said, "See for yourself. It's hard to judge."

Qin Siheng took the phone, quickly browsed the message, and his face instantly became several shades gloomier.

Jiang Qian'an felt the air pressure in the car change instantly, and gently patted the man's arm with his white palm.