Xiaopujie [entertainment circle]

Since Xiao Lu left Xu Qiang alone in the lounge that day, Xu Qiang's whereabouts changed from leaving early and returning late to elusive.

Several times Xiao Lu tried to stop Xu Qiang, waiting for her at the porch with a milk cup, but failed to catch Xu Qiang.

There was only one time when she waited for Xu Qiang in the living room until early morning, and accidentally fell asleep on the sofa.

When I woke up, I found myself lying on the bed, covered with Xu Qiang's blanket, with her unique sweet fragrance.

Xiao Lu grabbed the blanket and thought about a serious question for the ten thousandth time.

Is Xu Qiang angry?

For leaving her alone in the lounge?

Xiao Lu couldn't figure it out, and couldn't write a single word in front of the computer.

All the text messages she sent to Xu Qiang disappeared.

Xiao Lu really couldn't figure out what this woman was doing, shouldn't she be the one who should be angry?

She told Xu Qiang about her past, but Xu Qiang actually suspected that it was fake?

After much deliberation, Xiao Lu felt that she just wanted to ask Xu Qiang to clarify in person.

However, she couldn't catch Xu Qiang at all.

Xu Qiang's filming progress has come to an end, and the crew got off work early, but in Wen Li's view, she is also a dragon who can't see the end.

Fortunately, she was able to catch Xu Qiang.

"what?"

Xu Qiang turned around and looked helplessly at Wen Li who was holding her sleeve.

"You haven't taken off your makeup, where are you going?"

Wen Li tilted his head to look at her, and asked while crossing his arms.

"I'm going home."

Xu Qiang flicked the car keys and said without changing her face.

"Your home is over there."

Wen Li exposed her mercilessly, and opened the co-pilot's door.

"Tell me, do you still want to come with me?"

"Okay, okay, don't make trouble."

Xu Qiang patted her on the shoulder and grabbed a toffee for her.

"I have something to do."

Wen Li took the candy, peeled off the wrapper and put it in his mouth, looking at her provocatively.

"Are you really coming with me?"

Xu Qiang turned on the music and turned her head uncomfortably.

"About Xiao Lu."

"I dont go."

Wen Li opened the car door neatly, jumped out of her car, and waved to her.

"Children's temper."

Xu Qiang shook her head and drove straight to the city.

She asked Qian Ying to have dinner.

Regarding what Xiao Lu said before, her heart was filled with question marks.

Xu Qiang couldn't control herself, and spent every spare time searching the Internet for stories about oil paintings and young geniuses.

She turned the webpage page after page, from Chinese to French, but couldn't find a word of Xiao Lu.

Xu Qiang felt frustrated, but wanted to get closer to Xiao Lu's heart.

She remembered that Xiao Lu once said that she changed her city and name, maybe this was the reason why she couldn't be found online.

Moreover, there are as many young geniuses as there are fallen meteors every year.

Who remembers a little girl from years ago?

Xu Qiang felt anxious and sad at the same time.

Just by imagining that Xiao Lu once faced the easel but was unable to write, she would feel that her heart was being bludgeoned one after another.

Xu Qiang feels sorry for Xiao Lu.There is nowhere to express this feeling.

Fortunately, she has some clues, so she won't be like a chicken without a head.

On the morning when Xiao Lu didn't return all night, there was a sketch among the things she brought back.

With just one glance, Xu Qiang could tell that the person in the painting was herself.

A joke, such a casual posture, red lips and black eyes, a cigarette between the fingers, long curly hair scattered on the shoulders, anyone can tell that it is Xu Qiang.

She asked about Xiao Lu, Xiao Lu just shrugged and handed her the painting nonchalantly.

"Drawn by a friend, I gave it to you."

Through connections, Xu Qiang took the paintings to find several professors of the Academy of Fine Arts.

If you can draw sketches so vividly, you will be able to ask the author soon.

As she expected, this sketch came from a young girl in the Academy of Fine Arts affiliated to S University, and a highly respected professor was her teacher.

Xu Qiang went to meet him once. The old professor was old, wearing reading glasses, and read the sketch over and over again.

"Wen Yan is good in all aspects, but she is too impetuous."

Xu Qiang originally wanted to go directly to Wen Yan, but after thinking about it, she felt that this move was too abrupt, maybe Wen Yan turned around and asked Xiao Lu to talk to her.

Wen Yan's teacher gave her a lot of information.

For example, Wen Yan and Xiao Lu are indeed good friends, and Xiao Lu is indeed famous, even Wen Yan's teacher knows her.

While drinking tea, the teacher said regretfully:

"Xiao Lu? When she was in high school, we snatched her from the neighbor next door. I didn't expect that once she entered the school, she would no longer be the child with aura."

Xu Qiang thanked her and planned to meet Qian Ying for dinner.

Since Qian Ying is Xiao Lu's editor, she probably knows her former name.

Sure enough, Qian Ying did not disappoint her.

Xu Qiang put in a lot of effort to convince Qian Ying that she had no bad intentions, but only good intentions.

Following the former name, Xu Qiang finally found some reports that hadn't disappeared.

She could see that someone had indeed tried their best to cover up the report about Xiao Lu, trying to erase her existence in the shortest possible time.

Everything Xiao Lu said was true.

She was born in an unknown small town in the south, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, a suitable climate, and many beauties.

Both parents are ordinary people, and they teach in the middle school in the town, and the courses are also physical chemistry, which has nothing to do with art.

The only thing that people care about is that when she was three years old, a family moved in next door. The daughter of that family was a few years older than her and often played with her.

In the reports that Xu Qiang saw, Xiao Lu mentioned this person frequently.

"If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be able to paint," she said.

Xu Qiang locked herself in the room, with a cup of black coffee in hand, and rubbed her chin pretending to be a detective.

Although she didn't know who this mysterious lady was, Xu Qiang wanted to get into the screen and drag her out to find out.

Through a woman's intuition, Xu Qiang immediately believed that this young lady was inextricably linked to the "I don't know if it's love" in Xiao Lu's mouth.

Look, what did I say, when you are in love, you are most afraid of meeting Bai Yueguang!

Xu Qiang dropped the pen, leaving behind her messy relationship diagram.

Xu Qiang didn't know who she was angry with, so she rushed down the stairs and went straight to the lounge.

She felt that she needed to calm down.

Besides, investigating Xiao Lu in private is already too much, and if you don't stop after investigation to this extent, I'm afraid it will lead to a big mistake.

Xu Qiang poured herself a glass of rum, and the aroma of fresh orange peel and sweet toffee made her temporarily happy.

She has a great collection for pure drinking, just for moments like this.

Xu Qiang has always been careless, and there is really no chance to experience such delicate and subtle emotions.

She sat at the bar, staring at the half-burned scented candles.

Xiao Lu is not at home today.

She didn't know whether to expect Xiao Lu to come back soon, or not to come back.

However, Xiao Lu didn't let her struggle for too long.

While drinking a glass of wine, Xiao Lu rushed in from the porch with a dusty air all over her body.

"what happened to you?"

Xu Qiang raised her cup and smiled charmingly.

"It's not like you, in a hurry."

"Then what is it like me?"

Xiao Lu was covered with a refreshing aroma from the outdoors, which smelled more intoxicating than rum.

Before Xu Qiang could appreciate it, she heard her aggressive questioning.

"You're investigating me? What did you find?"