Your ghost-catching pose is perfect

With the involvement of the police, the investigation has become much easier.Jiang Xunli and Zhang Chuan had just finished their meal, and the results of the investigation on the art exhibition over there had already come out.

Three months ago, a collector who loves contemporary art completed an art gallery in Songzhuang, and exhibited a series of paintings by young painters.Among them is "The Drunken Concubine" by Jiang Peng.

The police investigating the matter contacted the person in charge of the art museum by phone, so they did not see the painting with their own eyes, and they were not sure whether the model in the picture was the one Jiang Xunli was looking for.But apart from this painting, there are no other paintings by Jiang Peng exhibited in Yan City recently.

"It shouldn't be too late, let's go to Songzhuang now." Zhang Chuan put down his teacup and asked the waiter to pay.

Jiang Xunli said: "I have to make some preparations before I go. You have been in Yan City for so long, do you know where there is a place that sells paper and ink?"

The paper and ink in this sentence does not refer to ordinary paper and ink, but talisman paper and cinnabar that have been refined to carry spiritual power.In Jiang Xunli's eyes, it is easy to distinguish the authenticity of these things, so there is no need to worry about the store passing them off as good ones, but if there is no network, it is inevitable that the two parties will not be able to agree on the price.

Now that Zhang Chuan is making the introduction, he can save a lot of trouble.

"Then let's go to Panyuan first." Zhang Chuan said.

Panyuan is a well-known antique market in Yan City. There are many merchants in it. Most of them sell antique handicrafts, cultural toys and the like.In recent years, classical culture has revived, and some shops will even sell Taoist magic tools to earn a lot of attention.

Zhang Chuan took Jiang Xunli into a shop specializing in this kind of magic weapon, and saw a few boys and girls in middle school uniforms looking through a set of imitation handshake tools made of resin with great interest, and talking about each other Discussing where to go to invite God at night.

Jiang Xunli: ...

"Oh! Isn't this the Zhang family boy?"

The shop owner stood up from behind the counter and stretched out a hand towards Zhang Chuan.

Zhang Chuan ignored him, pointed to the door of the shop, and asked in a low voice, "Do you dare to sell the things of Fushi?"

The shop owner smiled: "Plastic things only have the same shape, and none of the kids can use spiritual power, and they can't do anything when they play with them. Young people these days are so mysterious. Secret things, I also rely on this to earn some subsidies."

Zhang Chuan knew that nothing would happen, so he nodded and said, "I'm here to buy paper and ink."

The shop owner gave a "tsk", a little surprised: "Is someone coming from your house?"

"No, I'll take a look with my friend." Zhang Chuan said, dragged Jiang Xunli to his side, and introduced, "This is a young genius from the grandchildren of the Jiang family. He just happened to be visiting Yan City. He encountered something and needed to buy something. Some paper and ink."

"Hey, is this Jiang Yanlin or Jiang Yanheng's son?"

As the shop owner said, he rolled his eyes and looked at Jiang Xunli through the gap above the glasses. Before waiting for an answer, he leaned over and took out a stack of talisman papers and two small metal boxes from under the glass counter.

Jiang Xunli stepped forward and twisted the talisman paper, opened the metal box and looked at the finely ground cinnabar inside, and said with a smile: "Sorry, I can't afford such high-end things now. Do you have enlightenment talisman paper and red ink?" pen?"

Zhang Chuan was surprised: "Isn't it you? This little thing is not expensive?"

"No money." Jiang Xunli buckled the metal box in his hand and put it on the counter. "From the current situation, the Enlightenment Talisman Paper and pen are enough to deal with."

When the shop owner heard this, he couldn't hide his curiosity. He rubbed his palms, reached out to Jiang Xunli, and asked, "If you don't mind?"

The boss is someone Zhang Chuan knows, and he also knows the real names of Jiang Xunli's two uncles, so the relationship with the Jiang family should not be bad.Besides, Jiang Xunli knew that his seniority was not high, so he didn't put on airs, and stepped forward to hold the shop owner's hand, slowly pouring spiritual power into the other's palm.

"Oh! Awesome!" The shop owner withdrew his hand, took off his glasses, took a closer look at Jiang Xunli, and suddenly said, "I know, you are Jiang Guimei's son! Tsk tsk, really..."

"Okay, hurry up and find out what this kid wants, we still have things to do." Zhang Chuan said impatiently.

The shop owner was leaning over to look for something, while still muttering: "If you want me to say, Mr. Jiang was too old-fashioned when it came to naming him, otherwise he wouldn't have forced a good genius to resist so much. His family's ancestral art, the result... hey, but fortunately, at least he left a good seedling for the Jiang family..."

"Here, enlightenment talisman paper book, cinnabar ballpoint pen." The shop owner threw the things in his hand on the counter and said with a smile, "I see, with your ability, you can make a talisman with mortal paper and your blood. Treat these things as gifts from me, take them back and play with them."

"Then how can I do it!" Jiang Xunli took out his mobile phone to scan the QR code hanging at the store entrance.

Zhang Chuan covered his camera, reached out and took all the things on the counter, and shouted at the shop owner: "Thank you then! Let's go first!"

The two got into the car, and Jiang Xunli smiled and said, "You really want to take something worth a few hundred dollars?"

Zhang Chuan fastened his seat belt, and snorted: "His surname is Fu, and his wife's surname is Jiang. He said he would give it to you, and you can just take it. A few generations down, maybe he came out of a big courtyard." .”

The Fu family is also one of the family of heavenly masters in China. However, completely different from their surnames, the Fu family is not good at making talismans, but spells and tool making.The Fu family and the Jiang family have been friends for generations, and it is not uncommon for side branches to marry.The shop owner's wife just now is probably the daughter of a side branch of the Jiang family in Qi Province. Maybe Jiang Xunli will call her aunt after seeing her.

"Get ready, let's go to Songzhuang." Zhang Chuan said.

"Well, let's go."

Songzhuang is located in the eastern suburbs of Yan City. It is an artist gathering area that has emerged in recent years. It is also known as the "Cradle of Artists in Yan City" together with the Dashan Art District that became famous in the early years.Compared with the Dashan Art District, which is increasingly commercialized, Songzhuang firmly maintains its own art circle ecology. It does not focus on selling artworks, but often holds various exhibitions, and has gradually become the largest in Yanshi and even China. "Painters Quarter".

The newly completed "Nanzhi Garden" is the private exhibition hall of collector Dong Nan, and part of his collection is currently on display.

As soon as Jiang Xunli stepped into the gate of the art museum, he felt something unusual from the air-conditioning in the room.

This place is located in the suburbs of Yan City, and the temperature is lower than that of the urban area. The air conditioner is turned on in the exhibition hall, which is about 25-[-] degrees.But Jiang Xunli obviously felt a bit of creepy chill from it, which penetrated from the skin and gradually penetrated into the bone crevices.

The person in charge of the art museum probably heard that plainclothes police would come to investigate, and he was carefully aiming at Jiang Xunli and Zhang Chuan at this time, but he couldn't tell whether these two were the people he was waiting for, hesitating whether to go up Ask before.

"This way!"

Jiang Xunli grabbed Zhang Chuan's arm and dragged him into the exhibition hall.

"Xiaopeng, your painting is beautiful. Very beautiful."

An old man with full head of white hair stood beside Jiang Peng, looking up and down at the three-meter-high Impressionist body oil painting.Jiang Peng stayed beside the old man without saying a word, looking up at his work slightly, but his mind was not on the picture at all.

He raised his hand and touched the inferior pendant hanging around his neck through his shirt.I don't know if it was his illusion, but the pendant seemed to be slightly warm just now.

"However, Xiaopeng, this is your work when you first returned to China. It has been two years, and your latest painting...doesn't seem to have any breakthrough."

The old man turned around from the oil painting and walked out of the exhibition hall, but the chatter in his mouth didn't stop.

"Having your own style is a good thing. Everyone recognizes you and likes you. But style does not mean solidification. Your skills can still be improved, and your ideas can be dug deeper..."

"When we are engaged in art, we must constantly break through ourselves and discover new selves. Works of art can show our whole life. You can't keep yourself in a small yard. I suggest you go out for a walk, travel, talk A love affair...in the process, maybe you will meet your muse."

As the old man said, he looked up at the young painter with an indifferent face beside him.

Muse...?Jiang Peng followed the old man and turned the corner of the corridor side by side, a perfect body slowly appeared in his mind.

A figure suddenly appeared at the corner of the corridor, smashed into Jiang Peng's arms with a huge momentum, led him to stagger back two steps, and almost fell to the ground.

The man's reaction was extremely quick, he turned around and jumped to the side, stretched out his hand to grab Jiang Peng's arm, and stabilized the center of gravity of the two of them together.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Zhang Chuan, who was following Jiang Xunli, spoke first.

Jiang Peng looked expressionlessly at the person who just bumped his head into his arms and was still pulling his arm, as if he was waiting for the other person to speak first.

Jiang Xunli coughed in embarrassment, and was about to apologize when the old man beside Jiang Peng spoke first.

"Young man, it's good to like art, ah, it's very good!" He said with a smile on his face, "But, don't be in a hurry to see the art exhibition, you have to go slowly, look at each painting and appreciate it slowly, so In order to understand the emotions in the picture clearly..."

Jiang Xunli immediately apologized with a smirk, and said, "Actually, I was in a hurry to see the painting "The Drunken Concubine"."

The old man's eyebrows twitched, and there was a lot of interest in his eyes: "Do you like Jiang Peng's paintings?"

Jiang Xunli chuckled, raised his hand to touch his nose, looked at Jiang Peng who was standing beside the old man without saying a word, and said, "We meet again, handsome...painter!"

Hearing this, the old man was happy: "Yo, you two know each other?"

"Well, I worked as a model for him before." Jiang Xunli nodded with a smile.

As soon as the words fell, the old man's eyes became sharper instantly, and he looked Jiang Xunli from head to toe, and then smiled again: "Not bad, there is a classical temperament unique to China, and the eyebrows and eyes are also handsome. ..."

"Grandpa," Jiang Peng interrupted suddenly, "Cousin has been waiting for you for a long time."

The old man seemed to remember that his granddaughter was still waiting for him at home, and said with a smile: "Oh, look at my memory, let's say goodbye first, kid! Take a good look at the paintings, the exhibits in this exhibition hall are very good Yes!"

Jiang Xunli said casually: "Okay, see you again, Grandpa."

Jiang Peng turned his head and glanced at him lightly.

Zhang Chuan had a horrible expression on his face.When Jiang Peng and the old man were far away, he elbowed Jiang Xun away, and complained, "What are you calling grandpa?"

Jiang Xunli was taken aback.

That's right, what kind of grandfather is he called? !

The author has something to say:

——About naming——

The eldest of the Jiang family was born.

Mr. Jiang counted his fingers: Lin Gua, named Jiang Yanlin.

The second child of the Jiang family was born.

Mr. Jiang counted his fingers: Heng Gua, named Jiang Yanheng.

The third child of the Jiang family was born.

Mr. Jiang pinched his fingers: Guimei hexagram, named... let's call it Jiang Guimei!

Jiang Xunli's father: I can't get along with the Chinese environment anymore, I'm going abroad, goodbye!

Jiang Xunli: Grandpa has learned his lesson, so I am not called "Jiang Family", congratulations!