in the name of painting

Yu'an walked to Harry's side, and unconsciously looked at her a few more times.

***

The organizer took high-definition photos of each contestant's painting and put them on the official website together, but only Wu's painting has a video of the creative process attached to it.

In one night, the number of hits on the video exceeded one million, and countless people were attracted by this artistic charm from the East.

One day later, as the organizer announced the No.1 of this international competition, the name "Her Years" completely detonated the global media: the most authoritative international youth art competition, the leader, was won by a student from China for the first time. gone!

"China's talented painter won No.1 in this year's International Youth Grand Prix!"

"A magical expression, the perfect combination of art and water!"

"Exposed! The organizer is willing to bid 100 million US dollars to buy the live painting of [Her Years]."

···

All kinds of news items are constantly rushing to the trending hotspots of various countries, and Wu is really a hit this time.

Beijing City, Gome Gallery, which has a long-term cooperation with Wu and her.

Boss Ouyang's phone rang from morning to night, most of them were asking for paintings, and there were also clichés, to see if there was a chance to poach the wall. Boss Ouyang dismissed these people one by one.

She still has 5 traditional Chinese paintings left for consignment with him, and they were all bought today, and the price has increased by more than 10 times.

Boss Ouyang looked at the phone that had automatically shut down, and it was finally clean.

He poured himself a cup of tea and sat down with a smile. Although he knew that Wu would shine one day, he just didn't expect that this day would come so suddenly.

Xia family.

Father Xia sat stiffly in the study for two or three cups of tea. The result of this international competition brought him a lot of excitement.

The child who was only trained by him less than two years ago is already so promising now, even far surpassing Jinnian back then.

Xia's father locked his eyes and weighed, Wu's potential could no longer be ignored, and the Xia family had to reconsider their relationship with her.

When the time is right, the Xia family can also show their affection first. Seeing how close she is to the Xia family, that child will not make them look bad.

···

Xia Yujian didn't think so much. He was startled by Wu when he was watching the live broadcast, and he switched between "fuck" and "beautiful" repeatedly in his heart. When he remembered that he had lost to her many times before, he felt a little bit It's not uncomfortable anymore.

Xia Yujian also found a glass of water, squeezed a few drops of paint into it, and was about to try Wu's drawing water when the phone rang.

"Hey, brother, me." Xia Yu'an's voice came piercingly.

"I know it's you, I saw that you got tenth, congratulations."

"Hey thanks, did you see my heroic appearance during the competition?"

"You only shot for a few seconds, and I didn't notice you."

Xia Yu'an shouted: "3 seconds! I have 3 seconds!"

"Okay, okay, I have time to watch the replay."

"That's about the same. By the way, I have something serious to ask you this time."

Xia Yujian put down the water glass, "What's wrong? Are you causing trouble again?"

"No..." Xia Yu'an's voice suddenly became softer, "I want to ask you about someone."

"Who?"

"I came to compete on behalf of your school, Wu, do you know her?"

Xia Yujian rolled his eyes, not only because he knew each other, but because of his "fate".

"I know, what's the matter?"

Xia Yu'an was obviously very happy after hearing this, and asked, "What kind of person is she in school? Tell me carefully."

Xia Yujian felt a strange uneasiness in his heart, "Why are you asking this?"

Xia Yu'an on the other end of the phone smiled shyly, "I seem to like her a little bit, can you lead me a line?"

"What do you say?"

Xia Yujian's voice soared instantly, and if it turned into a solid body, it might be able to pass through several walls in a row.

Xia Yu'an's ears were almost deaf. For the first time, she knew that boys can also scream until the sound breaks.

Just like that, Xia Yu'an's love affair that had not yet begun was smashed to pieces by Xia Yujian with a sledgehammer, and he still used such a strange reason that even ghosts and snakes could not think of:

"She's your niece!"

Xia Yu'an urgently needs psychological reconstruction now.

She watched Wu her painting video more than 20 times yesterday, her heart was pounding like a deer, and she was deeply attracted by Wu, her restless heart was just ready to welcome love, then, just...

I can fuck with your niece, is it easy for Xia Yuan to be tempted once? !

The next day, when Xia Yu'an saw her again, her expression was still a little gritted, why is it such a coincidence...

"Did you provoke her again?" Si Huanian asked.

She avoided Xia Yu'an's gaze, "No, who knows what's going on with her."

Si Huanian nodded slightly to Xia Yu'an, looking at an elder, and then pulled Wu away, "Her eyes are too scary, we should stay away from Xia's family in the future, except for Aunt Jinnian, of course."

Wu she nodded in agreement, if she knew what was going on in Xia Yu'an's head, she would probably be so shocked that she would vomit blood.

"Honey, how are you going to celebrate when you take first place this time?"

Wu thought for a while, "I'll cook something delicious for you when I go back, and we'll just celebrate at home."

"Huh? Is it that simple? If you want to do it, I will do it for you."

Wu thought of the dark food that almost killed her last time, "No, no, no, let me do it."

"Didn't you say that the pastry I made was delicious last time?"

"That... haven't we eaten Western food for so many days? I want to eat some Chinese food after returning home."

The two chatted while walking, but they didn't notice that Harry was standing at the door holding his mobile phone. He hesitated a few times, but still didn't have the courage to go up and ask Si Huanian for his contact information.

He is No.7 this time, he lost to Wu and she completely, how can he have the face to ask for it at this time...

The awards, interviews, and competition schedule all came to an end.

Si Wangqiu chose to stay in Italy to continue to be chic, and she and Si Huanian boarded the return plane.

Their hands were boldly held together this time.

The journey was long, and the weather outside the plane window was not very good. Some kind of storm was brewing in the thick hazy clouds, and the plane shook violently from time to time. Si Huanian buried her head on Wu's shoulder, which was her peace of mind.

The vast online world is indeed brewing a storm.

Public opinion is a double-edged sword. When "Her Nian" lit up the entire media platform overnight, thunder followed.

The first thing that happened was Weibo.

Some collectors who bought the paintings of "Her Years" in the past posted group photos on the Internet one after another. While gaining popularity, they also secretly praised themselves for their unique vision early in the morning.

Gradually, some netizens discovered that something was wrong.

"Hey? The paintings posted by these two people have the same content."

"That's right, one of them bought a fake product, right? If you buy a pirated version, you'll be black for life, and you'll still be posting photos?!"

Doubts poured into the microblogs of the two collectors. Both of them refused to admit it. They both said that they bought the ownership and copyright of the work at the same time, and accused the other party of having problems.

The quarrel gradually escalated, and the lively marketing account backhanded this matter to the popular recommendation of [She won the championship this year].

Events started to ferment.

As more and more netizens paid attention, everyone found that not only these two bloggers bought paintings with the same content, but also many people encountered the same problem.

Netizens found the fun, like playing Lianliankan, looking for similarities from every posting photo blogger, and finally things got big.

A total of more than 60 paintings bought by bloggers crashed.Among them are paintings with the same content, which were sold to 4 different buyers.

Every buyer claims that he has bought the copyright of the work in its entirety, and there is no possibility of reproduction. So what is the problem?Is it the responsibility of the author [her year]?

I don't know who was the first to bring the rhythm. The fault was in [her year], so it was stamped and concluded.

Good things can never spread thousands of miles, but bad things can stir up a carnival of public opinion in an instant.

Within a few hours, a black trending search quickly rushed to the top of the list, surpassing entries such as [she won the championship this year] [Chinese students win glory for the country].

【She is a liar】

"In her year, the champion of the international competition, after selling the copyright of her work at a high price, she still reproduced the painting repeatedly and continued to cheat money."

The good people also specially took an antonym for "unique": one has two.It satirizes [Her Nian]'s reselling behavior regardless of copyright.

"Did you also buy her year's "one and two" paintings?"

"Hello upstairs, this blogger is miserable, and he bought three."

"Hahahahaha."

Ridiculous, abusive, sarcasm... The voice full of malice quickly overwhelmed the praise, and most netizens didn't want to think about it. When they mentioned [her year], the first scolding became the main theme, and occasionally they were rational The sound will also be swallowed quickly.

"No one noticed that one of these two paintings is rougher in strokes?"

"Upstairs is the sailor she hired in the year? How much is it? Is there a group? Pull me to make money together."

"The ones on the first floor, I hope that all you buy in the future will be her year's [one and two] paintings~"

The irony is that some of the bad words are the same group of people who praised "Her Years" before to win glory for the country.

There will always be a group of easily irritated people enjoying the carnival.

They are active in all the places where "Her Nian" is mentioned, and even search real-time Weibo, and in every place where "Her Nian" still has good words, they claim to be righteous and spread black material that they think is the "truth" .

There is bloodshot madness in their eyes, as if suddenly there is a father-killing enemy, full of hostility, if they don't kill [her year], they will not be able to achieve the refreshing point of "punishing rape and eradicating evil" in their hearts.

When Wu arrived at the Beijing airport, there were no flowers, no applause, only dozens of interview microphones poking her face:

"Ms. Wu, what do you think of the matter of flipping paintings by yourself?"

"Ms. Wu, do you know that after the transfer of intellectual property rights, it is not allowed to draw works with the same content?"

"Wu, someone said that the University of the United States will revoke your eligibility to study. What do you think about this matter?"

A series of inexplicable questions confused her all of a sudden.

She didn't rush to answer, she had to figure out what happened first.

More and more reporters rushed over, she tried her best to protect Si Huanian behind,

"Please give way, please give way."

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☆、Mother's clue

Si Huanian moved forward with difficulty, "Wu, what's the matter?"

Wu she blocked a microphone that was almost inserted into her mouth, "I don't know, let's get out of here first."

The reporter followed closely along the way, and she stood silently in front of her, only speaking coldly to stop them when they bumped into Si Huanian.

The two finally reached the exit, and she sent Si Huanian to the boss's car, "You go home first, I'll go to the gallery."

Si Huanian refused, "I will accompany you."

She patted Si Huanian's head, "Hey, go back and rest first, and I'll tell you if I have any news. Trust me, I can handle it well."

Si Huanian wanted to say something, but the reporters rushed over again, and she hurriedly closed the car door, signaling the driver to leave quickly.

Watching the Si family's car go away, she hailed another taxi and went straight to the Gome Gallery.

There were also a few reporters blocking the entrance of the gallery. Wu signaled the driver to drive to the back door and walked in through the staff entrance.

Boss Ouyang was on the phone in the office, and seeing her come in, he motioned for her to sit down first.

"Old Zhai, I'm Ouyang, yes, I'm planning to tell you about this, don't worry, what you bought is genuine, and that person's painting is a counterfeit, um, leave it to me, you wait for the news."

Boss Ouyang hung up the phone, let out a heavy breath, turned to her and said to Wu: "Someone is imitating your work, and then selling it at a low price in your name."

Wu was startled: "When did it happen?"

Boss Ouyang said: "It was there a few months ago, and it was only exposed yesterday. I guess it was copied with reference to the high-definition pictures we advertised. The level is not bad, and the fake one can be confused with the real one."

Wu was surprised, "Is there a picture of the imitation painting? I want to see it."

Boss Ouyang turned to the laptop, "Here, if you hadn't become famous in this international competition, all the paintings I bought before would be posted on the Internet. I guess the imitation paintings will not be discovered for a while. They are too cunning, maybe they just look at your previous paintings. Little fame, easy to bully."

Wu she clicked on Weibo with a sullen face, and she could tell the difference between the painting in it and her original work at a glance.

Influenced by her father, she has always been very particular about the selection of Chinese painting pigments. The vermilion in this counterfeit product is directly replaced by the worst quality gouache. The difference in precipitation and saturation is huge...

There is also this brush stroke, the split is drawn here, and the dry and wet treatment there is not done...

Wu Fan kept complaining in his heart, this imitation was too careless, he only learned to remove the shape, and there was no spirit in the painting.

Turning off the picture, she clicked on the comment below again, the scroll continued to slide down, and her face turned bluer and greener.

She finally knew what the reporter meant when she asked her just now.

"They actually said that this fake painting was painted by me?!"

She's really a little angry, it's unreasonable!Can netizens see the difference?Is there such an insult to people?

"Well, netizens have been tempted, thinking that you disregarded copyright and sold them in batches."

Wu took a few deep breaths to calm down, and she couldn't argue with these people who only quarrel.

"Boss Ouyang, what are your plans? I signed an exclusive cooperation agreement with you. These rumors on the Internet will have a great impact on the reputation of Gome Gallery."

"I have asked the public relations department to draft a statement. As for the investigation of who sold these fake paintings, I think the police should be involved."

"I agree, let's report directly."

On the same day, Gome Gallery issued a statement on its official website, pointing out with reasonable grounds that these imitation paintings were not Wu’s works, and sent a letter of warning to those marketing accounts that fanned the flames one by one.

Netizens didn't buy it at first, but as more and more rational bloggers posted comparison pictures of the original painting and the imitation painting, and analyzed the differences from various professional perspectives, everyone realized that they had wronged [her year].

The public opinion on the Internet turned around again, those black people who were very arrogant before suddenly became dumb, deleting posts, apologizing for apologizing, and stealth invisibility.

However, this huge discussion did not stop immediately, and everyone's focus turned to [why counterfeit products are so rampant].

The continuous enthusiasm accelerated the police's case handling efficiency. Five days later, the police found the den where Fatty Wu's subordinates made imitation paintings, and found a large number of paintings that had not yet been sold.

Fatty Wu, who was in charge, saw that the situation was not right, so he ran away early in the morning, and the police only caught the person in charge of painting.

She Wu received a call from the police station wishing to assist in handling the case, and Si Huanian accompanied her to the police station.

A burly male police officer with an obvious scar on his chin received them, "Hello, I am Police Officer Wang who is in charge of this imitation painting case. May I ask who is the artist [her year]"

Wu she stepped forward, "It's me."

Officer Wang nodded with a serious expression, "I came here this time because we found more than 100 paintings from the criminal's residence. I hope you can help us confirm which ones are imitations of your works."

"it is good."

She Wu and Si Huanian were taken to a room where a policewoman and a man with swollen eyes and sunken face sat in it.

The man crossed his legs and said in a frivolous tone, "This beautiful police officer, what crime did I commit by selling my own paintings? Why are you arresting me?"

The policewoman looked serious, and pointed to a thick stack of drawing paper on the table next to her, "Your paintings? Are you sure these are your original works?"

The voice of the swollen-eyed man didn't hesitate at all, "That's right, I drew those strokes one by one. Whose works are not mine?"

This thick-skinned woman disgusted the policewoman, "It's your work? Then why did you sign [her year]'s name in the end?"

"This name sounds nice. I can sign it with whatever name I like. Officer, you are too lenient..."

The swollen-eyed man continued to argue with the policewoman, so she went to the stack of paintings and opened them up to look at them one by one.

The swollen-eyed man asked, "Officer, who is she?"

The policewoman sarcastically said: "You have copied so many works from others, and you still ask who they are?"

"Woo~"

The swollen-eyed man whistled loudly, "It turns out that she is still a beautiful woman."

Wu Wu clenched her hand unconsciously, why should her painting be defiled by such a disgusting person...

The sight of the swollen-eyed man looking at her made Si Huanian feel uncomfortable. She stepped forward, blocked Wu's body, and gave the swollen-eyed man a fierce look.

"Yo, this little sister is also beautiful." The swollen-eyed man swallowed and smiled badly.

Officer Wang scolded, "Be serious!"

Wu speeded up her movements, she just wanted to take Si Huanian out of here as soon as possible.

"This painting is an imitation of my school celebration work [Ten Miles of Rivers and Mountains], which can be found online."

"This imitation is my [Green Pine Picture] two months ago, which I exhibited in the gallery."

"Although this painting is very rough, it can be seen that it is an imitation of my [Ink and Water Landscape Picture] two years ago. I am sorry for you, but you can also find this painting."

···

She showed no mercy and uncovered the swollen-eyed man one by one. After a while, she found more than 10 counterfeit paintings of her own.

Among them, 8 imitation paintings were marked with the pen name of "Her Nian". The more she looked at it, the more she became angry. The name she kept on the top of her heart is worthy of writing by such a person.

A stack of drawing papers quickly turned to the end, and when she saw a corner of the painting at the bottom showing, Wu's hand suddenly stopped.

There are two butterflies painted in that corner, one is cyan and the other is green. The unique black lines on the wings are my mother's favorite way of transitioning between shades...

The blood surged, her breath froze in an instant, and a huge tear came to her eyes. Deep in Wu's memory, her mother's gentle voice seemed to still echo in her ears:

"She, do you think the two butterflies painted by my mother are beautiful? One is your father's favorite blue, and the other is my favorite green..."

Wu's body trembled violently, she threw off the upper layer of drawing paper suddenly, and a small scene of two butterflies circling flowers appeared in front of her eyes.

Although it is also an imitation painting, but Wu she is very sure that this imitation is the [Picture of Butterfly Transformation] that disappeared with her mother.

The great joy was instantly replaced by extreme anger, and Wu's eyes looked like she could kill people directly, "Where did you see this painting?!"

Her voice came suddenly, like crying or roaring, with a strong impact, which made the swollen-eyed man tremble in fright, "What are you doing! What are you crazy about!"

"What's wrong?" Si Huanian stepped forward to hold her hand, a little scared in her heart, it was the first time she saw her in such a crazy mood.

Wu's body was still shaking, she couldn't calm down no matter what, she yelled at the swollen-eyed man again,

"This painting has never been published at all. It disappeared with my mother back then. How could you copy this painting?!"

As she said that, Wu broke away from Si Huanian, rushed over in a few steps, and lifted the swollen-eyed man up, "Tell me! Did you do my mother's disappearance! Where did you take her?!"

Wu's eyes were red, and she grabbed the swollen-eyed man's collar with both hands like pliers, and tore vigorously. No matter how hard the crowd behind him pulled, they couldn't pull him back.

Only Si Huanian could understand Wu's feelings.

Aunt Jinnian's disappearance back then indirectly led to Uncle Qinghan's subsequent death, and Wu herself was the only one left in the originally happy family. All of this was too heavy.

Today's sudden incident was not only the turning point she had been looking forward to for a long time, but also the outlet she urgently needed.

In the confusion, the painting that drove her crazy fell to the ground, and Si Huanian hurriedly picked it up.

suddenly.

Si Huanian couldn't move anymore, and she couldn't hear the noise in the room...

A sense of familiarity surged into her mind that frightened her.

this painting,

She has seen it too.

***

The conflict at the police station continued, and she didn't leave, she just stayed with the swollen-eyed man, and if he didn't explain the matter clearly, she fought desperately with him.

Uncharacteristically, Si Huanian did not accompany her, so she called Lu Yi and left first, citing physical discomfort.

Instead of going home, she went directly to the building of Ling's Group.

Ling Luo sat in the CEO's office on the top floor, which was the highest place in Beijing's business district. Through the panoramic windows, he had a view of the entire city.

"No class today?"

Ling Luo only left Si Huanian with one forehead, and now she has to read a document every few seconds, or sign it, or throw it directly into the trash can...

Si Huanian's lips trembled, and after trying several times, he finally asked this question aloud:

"Mom, where did the Chinese painting on the wall in your room come from?"

The pen in Ling Luo's hand stopped.

A few seconds later, Ling Luo raised his head and looked at his daughter. Her eyes were cold, and there was still a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Oh? You know everything?"

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☆、Butterfly diagram

"Oh? You know everything?"

Ling Luo said it lightly and cleverly, it was obviously a question sentence, but it contained some kind of strange affirmation.

Si Huanian stood there dumbfounded, these words were too terrifying, the big hand stretched out into the abyss, grabbed her ankle, and pulled her desperately into the darkness.

Si Huanian still had a glimmer of hope, so he struggled and said, "Mom, you bought that painting from someone else... right?"

Yes, admit it, that's it, you got it by accident.

Ling Luo didn't bother to lie to her daughter, and dared to act bravely, "No, I snatched that painting from Xia Jinnian."

boom

Si Huanian seemed to be able to hear the sound of the sky falling, just now he had countless excuses to excuse Ling Luo, crackling, crackling, smashing on the ground like rain, mud and water splashed wantonly on his body, chilling his bones.

The assistant's office behind the glass door was busy, but across the door, time seemed to have stopped.

Si Huanian's hands and feet were weak, she wanted to lean towards Ling Luo, but she didn't dare to fall when she stepped forward.She had never seen such a terrible mother, strange, cold, and heartless, without a trace of warmth.

The taut strings suddenly broke at a certain moment, and Si Huanian cried out in fright, "Mom..."

Can you stop scaring me...

Ling Luo's eyes regained some anger, she stood up, pulled Si Huanian into her arms, half-coaxed and half-rebuked: "How old you are, you still cry so much."

Si Huanian was crying so hard, "Mom, you, you..."

Are you the one who ruined Wu's family...

Si Huanian couldn't ask, not even a single word, she was so conflicted, she hoped that Ling Luo could tell her something, but she also hoped that she wouldn't say anything.

Ling Luo looked at his daughter's face, and his eyes softened a bit. Si Huanian didn't look like Si Wangqiu, but rather resembled himself when he was young.

Yes, at that time, she was also a simple girl who loved to cry and laugh, and all her emotions were written directly on her face.

------------【Recall: Ling Luo Chapter】------------

The first time Ling Luo knew Xia Jinnian was on her first night with Si Wangqiu.

That night Si Wangqiu was drunk, without the usual estrangement, he spoke softly to her, kissed her skin to skin, kissed her lips over and over again, gasped deeply in her ear, whispered another girl name···

Since then, the word Xia Jinnian has become the biggest humiliation to Ling Luo.

Later, Ling Luo became pregnant and successfully forced Si Wangqiu to marry her. She got this man, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get any love from him.

Even after Xia Jinnian married far away in Sucheng, her husband still couldn't forget her. One day Ling Luo couldn't help but think how great it would be if Xia Jinnian disappeared.

Once this idea was born, it couldn't be stopped, and the flames burned more and more vigorously, and finally turned into a crazy practical action one day five years ago.

When the accelerator was stepped on, Ling Luo suddenly regretted it, but it was too late.

"bump···"

The heavy off-road vehicle collided with the rented van from the side, the instantly dented door, the shattered glass scum all over the floor, and the dazzling bright red face of the woman in the driver's cab, all of which reminded Ling Luo that things had reached an irreversible point developed.

Ling Luo hated the woman to the core, and just fainted on the steering wheel without even having time to shout out.

The expected sense of relief after getting revenge did not appear. Instead, Ling Luo felt empty, dazed, and at a loss after committing a crime.

She hastily called Ling's father to help with the aftermath, but she didn't know what method Ling's father used in the end to fake a fatal car accident into a simple traffic accident.

The matter is left alone.

Xia Jinnian did not die, but suffered a severe brain contusion, and was sent to the hospital while hanging his breath. Although he saved his life, he remained unconscious and became a vegetative state.

At the beginning, Ling Luo felt a little guilty towards Xia Jinnian. After all, that woman never directly hurt herself. Did she go too far...

But with Si Wangqiu's intensified coldness and violence, and his increasingly unwilling to go home, these guilt gradually faded away, and Xia Jinnian became Ling Luo's outlet for venting his anger again.

Ling Luo sometimes even regretted why he didn't kill the woman directly, which completely cut off Si Wangqiu's disgusting thoughts for many years.

------------【End of Memories: Ling Luo Chapter】------------

Ling Luo only talked superficially to her daughter, but Si Huanian's face was completely terrified.

Si Huanian couldn't believe that her mother had done such a terrible thing. She hugged her body tightly and asked tremblingly, "Mom, where is Aunt Jinnian now?"

Ling Luo glanced at her daughter with deep meaning, "In Sucheng."

"Sioux City?!"

The last bit of temperature in Si Huanian's blood flowed away quickly.

Ling Luo took a sip of coffee, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a sarcasm, "Your father prides himself on being affectionate, but he gave up after less than a year after looking for Xia Jinnian, but Xia Jinnian's poor husband is a difficult infatuation." seed."

Since Xia Jinnian's disappearance, Wu Qinghan sold his house and ignored the business. He chased after him to find his wife for many years. Spotted a tell.

"Then I sent Xia Jinnian to Wu Qinghan's hometown Sucheng." Ling Luo said, "The most exposed place is the most unexpected place."

Ling Luo said these words so lightly, as if he was just discussing a certain game strategy.

Si Huanian rolled his eyes and passed out.

***

Beijing Police Department.

"Quickly explain! Where did you see that painting?"

Police officer Wang did not expect that a counterfeit painting could be involved in the disappearance case five years ago. The matter has officially escalated here, and the leadership above has sent clear instructions, asking him to do his best to solve the case.

The swollen-eyed man realized the seriousness of the matter. He held up the handcuffs tremblingly, "Officer, they are all pictures given to me by my boss. I just copied them, and I don't know anything else."

"What picture? Have you seen the original painting?"

"It's not the original painting, it's a photo of the original painting that my boss took for me."

"Where was it filmed?"

"I don't know."

Police Officer Wang obviously wouldn't believe it easily, "You have worked under Fatty Wu for so many years, don't you know something about him?"

"I only know a general idea." The swollen-eyed man changed his words and said, "Generally, when there is an art exhibition in a gallery in Beijing, he will go to shoot wherever there is an art competition, and the location is not fixed."

Police officer Wang quickly grasped the key point from this sentence. When Xia Jinnian disappeared 5 years ago, Zhengzheng came to Beijing to participate in an art competition to submit her works. Could Fatty Wu just happen to take photos of Xia Jinnian before she disappeared? Bar?

The swollen-eyed man felt aggrieved, "Officer, we are also in the fake painting business, how can we be involved in the missing persons incident..."

Officer Wang said, "Stop talking nonsense, where is the photo you saw?"

The swollen-eyed man cooperated and took out his laptop, found a photo, and explained: "This photo was passed to me by my boss a long time ago. At that time, my level was too low to copy it. Now that it feels better, I just think about it. Go back and try, and then you will give me..."

The swollen-eyed man wanted to cry, "I'm wronged, if I had known, I wouldn't have touched this picture."

As soon as the photo was opened, Wu's eyes immediately followed her. The lifelike butterfly on the screen, with gentle and delicate brushstrokes, and impeccable details, is not the masterpiece "Butterfly Transformation" completed by her mother for many years.

Wu said excitedly: "That's it, this painting!"

Officer Wang nodded, his sharp eyes fixed on the photo.

"This photo of yours has obviously been post-processed. Only the part inside the frame has been screenshotted. What about other places? The original photo is not limited to these?"

The swollen-eyed man howled: "The original photo is at my boss's, I'm just a painter, why did he show me the extra parts..."

The matter has fallen into an endless loop here. Officer Wang frowned. It seems that if Fatty Wu is not found quickly, the disappearance case will not be able to move forward.

···

Lu Yi sat with her in the lounge of the police station.

The steam rod of the coffee machine spewed out a stream of air, hitting the white porcelain cup, making a sizzling sound, which only made Wu feel harsh.

Police Officer Wang took two cups of coffee and put them in front of them, "It's been hard work assisting with handling the case, you guys should take a break and go back and wait for news."

Waiting for the news, it was these three words again, steady and ruthless, and she directly pushed away Wu's Ni Lin, and the emotions that hadn't completely calmed down just now exploded again:

"How long to wait?! When will I wait?!" She roared, "You just asked my father to go back and wait for the news, but he didn't wait until he died. Are you worthy of my parents? Are you worthy of me?!"

Police Officer Wang was taken aback by the words, his old face blushed, and he didn't know how to refute. The disappearance case was indeed handled by the Beijing Police Department. It took a long time until today to make progress. He also felt very ashamed of his family.

Lu Yi held Wu and her down, "Calm down, trust the police, this time there are clues, we will definitely find Jinnian's idol."

Panting heavily, Wu glared at Police Officer Wang for a few seconds, then flung her sleeves and left.

"Police officer, you have worked hard, we are waiting for your news." Lu Yi greeted and hurriedly chased him out.

It was getting late outside, and the night sky in Beijing was covered with snow. It was very cold, and it hit my face like frozen tears.

Wu She and Lu Yi walked aimlessly on the snow-covered street, one in front and one behind, leaving two rows of cold footprints.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, she stopped under a warm yellow street lamp, and said, "Lu Yi, do you know what story is drawn in [The Picture of Butterfly Transformation]?"

Lu Yi thought for a while, "Is it related to Liang Zhu?"

She Wu nodded, "Historical records say that Liang Zhu's final outcome is: Yingtai asked Shanbo's tomb, boarded the ship and mourned, the earth forbearance collapsed, and Yingtai was buried together..."

Wu stretched out her hand and caught two snowflakes under a warm yellow halo, "My mother said that she didn't like the ending."

So she drew a piece of undisturbed paradise in the "Butterfly Transformation Picture", a pair of lovers who have turned into butterflies together, a love that will eventually be married.

"How sad." In the snowy night, Wu's voice was hoarse, "Mom consummated Liang Zhu with a painting, but who will consummate her and dad..."

Fate has been harsh since ancient times, and there are always thousands of reasons to separate people who love each other.

The author has something to say: I'm so nervous about the climax chapter, I'm afraid I won't be able to write well...

☆, Puzzle

Si Huanian woke up in his bed.

She felt that her body was heavy, and there was a stuffy congested feeling in her chest, and her eyelids were swollen and needed extra effort to open them.

At this time, it was completely dark outside the window, and there was only one night light on in the room, and the small clock next to it pointed to 11 o'clock in the evening.

After waking up, the memories of the day were scraped through my mind like a blade.

Si Huanian began to panic again. She habitually took out her mobile phone and wanted to call Wu, but when the screen lit up, she stopped abruptly.

How would she tell Wu her?

After telling the truth, will she blame Wu on her?Will you ignore her?

The tip of his nose became sour again, Si Huanian's throat was dry, and he could only let out rustling choked sobs.

she did wrong