Tomb raiding: Trying to become a little painter

Although the night was deep, Qin Henian couldn't sleep in his bedroom; he felt like he was being pricked by thorns.

Because his hair was very long, Zhang Qilin, who had finished washing up before him, lay down on the bed first. Just as he lifted the blanket to lie down, he met a pair of clear and bright eyes. The big eyes stared at him intently. Qin Henian felt strange. The gaze was too intense. He subconsciously put down the blanket and turned around to sit at the table in the room.

With a wave of his hand, a golden-red light flashed, and a set of painting tools, including a drawing board, paper, brushes, and a palette, were placed on the table. Qin Henian carefully placed the drawing board, took out his phone from his pocket, and found the photos that Xiao Tiandao had sent him. The photos of the Queen Mother of the West's underground palace and some other complete or incomplete ancient buildings appeared on the phone, and Qin Henian looked at them carefully.

Thinking about the carvings, the architectural layout, and some other elements... piecing together the ideas in my mind little by little, scrambling and starting over, while my right hand held the paintbrush and began to scribble on the paper.

Zhang Qilin, who had been lying in bed early, felt his heart pounding a little at the sudden attention, but before long, the other person turned and went to the guest table to start drawing...

With no other option, Zhang Qilin could only let his gaze gradually drift away and begin to wander off into his own thoughts.

The moon hangs high in the night sky, illuminating people's path ahead and also illuminating their hearts.

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Bang bang bang! !

Bang bang bang! !

"He Nian, are you up yet? The sun's already high in the sky. Hurry up and get up for breakfast. I went to the market early this morning and bought a fresh fish. We'll cook it today!"

"Get up and eat!"

Wang Pangzi pounded on the door with his chubby hand. He had originally planned to call Qin Henian for breakfast that morning, but only Xiao Ge came out and closed the door behind him. Hei Xiazi deduced that Xiao Ge was telling Qin Henian to sleep a little longer.

But it's already noon, and people need to replenish their energy, so Fatty Wang appeared at Qin Henian's room door...

Inside the room, Qin Henian, whose computer had been forcibly turned on, was scanning the room with a dazed look in his eyes. His body moved instinctively as he dressed and washed up, but his mind was still a complete blank. Yet, in this state of confusion, Qin Henian sat down at the dining table.

Only Zhang Qilin, Wu Xie, Fatty Wang, and Qin Henian were at the table; Hei Xiazi was nowhere to be seen. Realizing this, Qin Henian's mind began to race...

"Where's the blind man? Wasn't he here last night?"

Upon hearing this, the people nearby paused, their hands still holding their chopsticks, before continuing to pick up food.

"Brother Henian, Blackie is a very busy man! This morning when Fatty went out to buy groceries, Blackie told me to tell you that he took on a job and has already left."

Wang Pangzi is the most qualified to speak on this matter, because he was the last and the first person to see Hei Xiazi leave this morning.

"Oh."

"Take on jobs! That's how you make money, right?" Qin Henian said, understanding, and started eating.

Ring, ring, ring! Ring, ring, ring!

The phone suddenly rang, startling the four people who were engrossed in their meal.

Wu Xie felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, took it out, saw the number, and pressed the answer button expressionlessly.

"Wang Meng, you better have something to say! If there weren't customers buying things in the front shop, you'd be dead!!!"

Wu Xie's cheeks puffed out, and he glared at the phone, yelling angrily.

"Boss! I've found that person!"

On the other end of the phone, Wang Meng sat at the reception desk in the front courtyard of Wu Shan Ju store, holding a mouse in her right hand and looking at the information on the computer, while dialing Wu Xie's number with her left hand.

"Found it? Did you contact the person?"

Wu Xie, who was eating at the table, stopped eating and started asking questions on his phone.

"We can't get in touch with you, boss!"

Wang Meng, on the other side, sighed deeply as she looked at the information she had found.

"If the person is still alive, how can we not contact them? Wang Meng, are you trying to slack off?"

Having spent a lot of time with Wang Meng, Wu Xie subconsciously assumed that she was trying to cheat or slack off. Normally, this wouldn't bother him, but this time he had Wang Meng investigate something about Zhang Qilin.

"Hey boss, I'll send you the information. You'll understand once you see it."

Wang Meng hung up the phone as soon as she finished speaking, and the phone went dead the next second, making Wu Xie laugh in exasperation.

The other three people who overheard the whole thing during the meal silently felt sorry for Wang Meng. Of all people to offend, why did she have to offend her own boss? She'd probably get her wages docked again.

Qin Henian, with his sharp eyes, happened to be sitting close to Wu Xie. His pupils contracted and his target magnified, and Qin Henian thus learned the contents of the text message on the phone.

Information: Nicknamed "Baldy Chu," Wu Sanxing's old friend, was betrayed and imprisoned. He was recently released and is currently active in Changsha...

After scanning the basic information, Qin Henian memorized it and continued eating. He preferred to leave the task of finding people to Wu Xie, as he found it troublesome.

After reading the information, Wu Xie immediately had an idea. He picked up his phone and sent a message to Wang Meng, asking her to buy a few train tickets to Changsha.

"Brother, I've found some information about your past. We'll go to Changsha in a couple of days."

Wu Xie put down his phone and looked at Zhang Qilin.

"Going to Changsha? Is it in a hurry?"

Zhang Qilin, who was eating on the other side of the table, just nodded. He had no objections because he didn't have many memories and was thinking about his past.

Wang Pangzi, standing next to him, was different. He had originally planned to take advantage of these few days to go back to Panjiayuan in Beijing to check on his shop, but now it seems he can only abandon the shop and accompany his brother.

While thinking about it, Fatty Wang took out his phone from his pocket and called his employees at his shop, telling them to take good care of the shop so he could go back and check on them later.

Changsha.

The weather was gloomy that day, with layers of clouds obscuring the sun. Outside a retro-style teahouse on the street, there was a bustling crowd of people drinking tea, playing chess, cards, and so on. Among the crowd, a few conspicuous colors were moving about.

"You fatso! What kind of clothes did you choose! Bright red, bright green, bright blue, and bright purple—do you think they look good?"

Wu Xie weaved through the crowd, looking down at his green outfit, his face contorted with rage! He knew he shouldn't have worn the clothes Wang Pangzi had bought him…

"Isn't it beautiful? It's so festive! Look at the dark blue jacket that the young man is wearing, it's sure to turn heads! He Nian's bright red outfit is also great, look how it makes his face look so fair, he looks absolutely stunning! If he were in a crowd, all the girls would scream!"

"And look at me, Fatty, dressed in this bright purple outfit! Don't be so ungrateful, Little Innocent. I spent a fortune to make us brothers look this good..."

Wang Pangzi, who was following behind and weaving through the crowd in the teahouse, immediately became upset when he heard Wu Xie complaining about the clothes he had bought.

You don't know the cost of firewood and rice until you're in charge of the household. These clothes were hard-won from the wholesale market, and Fatty Wang still thinks the shop owner overcharged him.