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Fang Xia followed Geng Chongmin to the car parked at the school gate, the driver helped Geng Chongmin open the rear door of the car, Geng Chongmin was about to bend down and sit in, but was stopped by Fang Xia behind him.

"You sit in the front." Fang Xia said very bluntly.

Geng Chongmin turned around, "Why?"

Fang Xia glanced at the driver, and said in a low voice but confidently: "Fu Jin wants to sit behind me."

Geng Chongmin's eyes turned around Fang Xia, but he still couldn't see Mr. Fu Jin.Unlike his elder brother Geng Zhongzhi, he doesn't have the ability to see ghosts, and he can't see Fu Jin without resorting to tricks.There used to be regrets, but now I'm used to it.

"The driver is from the Geng family. You don't need to deliberately cover up Mr. Fu Jin's affairs." After Geng Chongmin finished speaking, he stepped aside from the rear door, opened the door of the passenger cab by himself, and bent over to sit in.

The driver with the square face was still helping to pull the door, but Fang Xia didn't get in the car immediately because he found that Fu Jin hadn't followed.

Fang Xia turned around and looked in the direction he came from, and soon found Fu Jin's slender and tall figure among the crowd of onlookers.He was about to go over and call Fu Jin over, but he saw him staring at the shadow of the flower bed inside the school gate.In the shadow of the flower bed stood a translucent imp.Fu Jin raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Huang Yuanyuan not far away.The little ghost looked down at the border of the shadow and hesitated for a moment, then rushed out of the shadow of the flower bed, stepped on the figures of the onlookers around him, jumped up and down like a big mouse, and quickly ran to Huang Yuanyuan's feet, using both hands and feet on the ground She hugged Huang Yuanyuan's calf.

After all this was over, Fu Jin walked towards Fang Xia.

Fang Xia let Fu Jin get into the car first, and then she got in with her.

"You let that kid follow Huang Yuanyuan?" Fang Xia asked after closing the car door.

"What?" Geng Chongmin in front looked back.

"I didn't talk to you." Fang Xia waved his hand in distaste towards Geng Chongmin.

Geng Chongmin silently turned his head away.

The driver got in, started the car, and turned into the driveway.

[Um. ] Fu Jin nodded slightly, answering Fang Xia's question.

"Then what will happen to Huang Yuanyuan? Nightmare?" Fang Xia asked curiously.

[Will be unlucky for a while. ] Fu Jin said lightly.

"Hahaha... Well done! Let her be so arrogant that she sold a painting. The newcomers in the oil painting circle are not considered, so she ran out to bite people." Fang Xia felt that the girl who was held in her chest by Huang Yuanyuan just now The tone was out, and Erlang's legs were crossed, and his eyes narrowed slightly when he smiled.

[Happy? ] Fu Jin looked at Fang Xia and smiled, and the expression between his brows also softened.

"Happy! Treat you to dinner tonight." Fang Xia turned sideways, put one hand on her lap, and said to Fu Jin, "How about the restaurant at noon? I think you like it."

[it is good. ]

"Can I talk?" Geng Zhongmin said in a timely manner when the conversation between Fang Xia and Fu Jin came to an end.

"You can choose not to say it." Fang Xia straightened up and looked at Geng Chongmin in the front passenger cab, "I know what you want to say, and you also know how I will answer, why waste each other's time?"

"If you go back to Geng's house, like the Huang Yuanyuan you mentioned just now, I can help you deal with it." Geng Chongmin ignored Fang Xia's suggestion and threw out benefits on his own.

"Sorry, Fu Jin has already helped me deal with it."

"I can let her walk around you from now on, and guarantee that she will never appear in the art field." Geng Chongmin said again.

Playing art, in the final analysis, is the operation of capital. Unless you are truly amazing and unparalleled in the world, otherwise, capital will let you live or live, and capital will let you die or die.

"Then I'll go back to Geng's house to be your tool? She Huang Yuanyuan is not worth that much." Fang Xia rolled her eyes, "You might as well dump my check!"

Geng Chongmin: "Yes, how much do you want?"

Fang Xia: "Are you stupid? I just said it casually."

"Then what do you want?" Geng Chongmin looked at Fang Xia in the rearview mirror and asked.

"I hope that we will never have any contact with your Geng family." Fang Xia replied.

Geng Chongmin raised his hand to signal the driver to stop on the side of the road.

"Fang Xia, there's no need for you to speak so harshly. Maybe one day, you will find that the identity of the young master of the Geng family is not worth resisting to you."

"You also said, maybe."

"Think about it yourself." After Geng Chongmin finished speaking, he asked Fang Xia to get out of the car.

Fang Xia and Fu Jin stood by the side of the road, watching Geng Chongmin's car go away, and then turned their heads to look at the road they were on.They are not close to the school, and farther away from the studio.

Why is Geng Chongmin so wicked!Throw them by the side of the road if they disagree, at least send them back to school, hey!

"The Geng family is really not a good thing!" Fang Xia angrily gestured her middle finger in the direction where Geng Chongmin left.

Fu Jin said that Huang Yuanyuan would be unlucky if she was followed by the little ghost. Fang Xia thought that the so-called unlucky would mean walking and wrestling, drinking water and stuffing her teeth.But I didn't want to, Huang Yuanyuan was planted directly.

On the third day of the conflict at the school gate, the painting that Huang Yuanyuan sold was pointed out by an old artist as suspected of plagiarizing other people's ideas.As soon as the news came out, the school directly stopped Huang Yuanyuan's application to go abroad.The plagiarized artist will soon fly to City C from abroad, and Huang Yuanyuan will face prosecution.

Fang Xia originally thought that Huang Yuanyuan used some tricks to sell the painting because of her relationship. Who would have thought that she sold it based on the creativity of the painting, but the creativity of the painting did not belong to her.

The last day of April was a rainy day.

In the coffee shop near the school, Fang Xia took Fu Jin, and Zhou Lu and Hou Chaoqing sat around a round table on the floor of the shop, chatting about what happened to Huang Yuanyuan in the past two days.

"The one whose idea was plagiarized by Huang Yuanyuan was a young foreign painter. There are not many published works and he is not very famous, but it is said that his works have been appreciated by many masters, and he is known as the most touching painter." Hou Chaoqing said, " About four or five years ago, that young foreign painter came to a small town in our country. At that time, he improvised painting on the side of the road for performance. Huang Yuanyuan saw his impromptu performance. Among the watercolor paintings he painted, There is a piece called "Hometown", Huang Yuanyuan plagiarized the idea of ​​this work, and even used it without changing the title."

"Then what is Huang Yuanyuan thinking? Didn't she think about being caught?" Fang Xia couldn't help asking.That foreign painter is not very famous, but he is not completely unknown. He is appreciated by many masters anyway.

"Of course she wasn't afraid. That foreign artist was painting watercolors at that time, which was not his field of expertise. He was not satisfied with the paintings, so he destroyed them on the spot. But—" Hou Chaoqing paused, and secretly looked at the painting. Zhou Lu, who glanced at the opposite face and smiled, continued after hearing Fang Xia's urging, "But Huang Yuanyuan didn't know, except for the work called "Hometown", which he seriously painted an oil painting after returning home. So she plagiarized other people's ideas, and the evidence is overwhelming."

Zhou Lu took out her mobile phone, pulled out two oil paintings by foreign painters and Huang Yuanyuan, and showed them to Fang Xia.

"Hometown" by a foreign artist shows a girl with open arms, embracing a small country town. The town extends from the girl's fingers all the way into the girl's heart. Vitality emerges layer by layer until the deepest part, where the girl's heart is located, is a beautiful and peaceful small building surrounded by flowers and birds.Huang Yuanyuan's "Hometown" depicts a town surrounded by angel wings, from the barrenness on the outermost to the blooming flowers in the center.Township and foreign painters are not only identical in form of expression, but also have many similarities in picture structure, which can indeed be said to be solid evidence.

Huang Yuanyuan can't escape the charge of plagiarism. Needless to say, an expert, even a layman can see how similar the two paintings are. Only copying can surpass this similarity.

"Before Huang Yuanyuan published that "Hometown", didn't you look for it online?" Fang Xia pushed the phone back to Zhou Lu, and then asked.

"Before the old artist pointed out the suspicion of plagiarism, the foreign artist's "Hometown" was not posted on the Internet." Zhou Lu smiled, "To be exact, the foreign artist's "Hometown" was not published at all. Announcement—because the painting was a gift for his wife. It is called hometown, but it is actually an affectionate confession—where you are, is where I return; the place you love must be as beautiful as a fairy tale The girl with open arms is the picture of the painter's wife when she was young. His wife's little finger is slightly disabled, and the girl in the painting is also. The town in the arms of the girl is the artist who grew up with his wife. The place is a veritable hometown.”

"It's really romantic." Hou Chaoqing sighed.

"That's not all." Zhou Lu continued, "The reason why the painting was not released to the public is because the artist didn't want to give others a chance to comment. He wanted his wife to be the only commentator."

"Isn't the artist and his wife the only ones who have seen that painting?" Fang Xia touched his chin and said, "How did the old artist know that Huang Yuanyuan copied that painting?"

"Why don't you have any romantic cells? We are appreciating other people's romantic love, but you are thinking about this kind of thing?" Hou Chaoqing looked at Fang Xia with disgust.

"I don't have romantic cells?"

Fang Xia refused to accept, but Hou Chaoqing and Zhou Lu nodded in unison, so he could only look at Fu Jin.Fu Jin met Fang Xia's gaze, and after a slight pause, he silently turned his gaze away.

Fang Xia: "..." Suddenly felt the desolation of betrayal.

"It's a pity that you still learn to paint, learn to be more romantic." Hou Chaoqing said earnestly.

"The painting was hung in the living room by the painter's wife. Anyone who has been to the painter's house has seen the painting, and the old artist happens to be a friend of the painter." Zhou Lu smiled and gave Fang Xia Answer.

After confirming the plagiarism, Huang Yuanyuan's artistic career has come to an end in advance.After all, that young foreign painter has a lot of background, he is not famous just because he is low-key.

"The paintings she sells are all copied from others. They are not her real skills at all. I really don't understand. How did she have the nerve to come to me at that time?" Fang Xia sighed.

"There is an old saying that the less capable a person is, the easier it is to get carried away." Hou Chaoqing took a sip of coffee from his cup and glanced at Zhou Lu who was opposite. "What Huang Yuanyuan said, I have to add one more sentence - she is stupid and bad."

The author has something to say:

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Huang Yuanyuan (returning the script): Counterattack, counterattack, counterattack...

Author: No, give up!

Geng Chongmin (turning over the script): ...

Geng Chongzhi (pushing reading glasses): Did you find it?Does Huang Yuanyuan need our help?

Geng Chongmin (closes the script): No.

Fang Xia (turning over the script): Where is the plot of me beating someone?I'm getting better!At that time, I can give Fu Jinlu a hand.

Author: ...can you be more romantic?

Fu Jin watched Fang Xia turn the script while holding a teacup.

Author: Boss, don't you read the script?

Fu Jin: Huh?I also need to read the script?

Author: ...No, you are the script.