Fatal temptation

"What painting is it?"

Cheng Simu took the cloth bag on the side, and slowly opened the cloth, revealing a corner of the painting.

This is another post-modernist painting, which seems to be of the Vatican school.

There is a blue sky and a mountain field painted on it. There are many flowers on the mountain field, and red flowers are everywhere.

It is so thick and colorful that it seems to vent all the author's dissatisfaction.

Yes, although this painting depicts a lively scene to the readers, in fact, the turning points of the strokes all reveal gloomy and desperate emotions.

For example, camellias bloom to the extreme, each blossom is astonishingly large, and the colors are also astonishingly bright.However, behind the acme is the decline not long after.

Prosperity must decline, which means something.

It can be seen that deep in the heart of the painter, what kind of worries are hidden?

So what exactly is he referring to?

"How did you get this painting?"

"A client brought it over. What? Is there a problem?"

"This is what I drew."

"what?"

Cheng Simu really didn't expect that the oil painting he got by mistake turned out to be Jiang Yiran's work, he was a little surprised.

You know, Jiang Yiran's current paintings are sold at a high price of more than 300 million yuan.What's more, Cheng Simu has some indescribable thoughts in his heart that he is very eager to get a painting that Jiang Yiran personally drew for him.

Although it's not for him now, it's not bad.

Cheng Simu put away the painting, "Since it's yours, there's no need for an appraisal."

He looked very calm, and had no intention of returning the painting to Jiang Yiran at all.

Jiang Yiran couldn't help laughing, "This painting is a work I practiced at home, so it can't be put on the stage. If you like it, I can draw another one for you."

"Really?" Cheng Simu still looked so indifferent on the surface, but in fact, the villain in her heart was already rolling with joy.

Jiang Yiran, a master observer, couldn't see it, he was amused in his heart, and felt that such Cheng Simu was barely popular.

"Of course it's true. I've been an old classmate for so many years. Could it be that I still cheat on you?"

"..."

I don't know if it was Jiang Yiran's illusion, but he felt that Cheng Simu's eyes seemed to lose their brilliance in an instant, and then returned to their usual indifference, and even the surrounding temperature dropped a few degrees.

But without waiting for Jiang Yiran to ask, Cheng Simu changed the subject, "Actually, I'm here today, and I have one more thing to do. I want to ask you how much you know about what happened ten years ago, and what happened to your brother's painting?"

"..." Jiang Yiran was caught off guard, his face turned pale, and his left hand unconsciously grabbed the armrest of the sofa.

"Why did you... suddenly ask this?"

"The purpose of my return to China this time, the 'know-it-all' Young Master Jiang, surely you don't know?"

"Why do you want to check..."

"what?"

"Why do you want to return home?"

"Why should I go back to China? Here is me..."

"Amu, listen to me, the water here is too deep, it's not a place for you to stay, go out, and never come back again."

"..." Cheng Simu looked at the person who was talking next to his ear in surprise, and suddenly felt very strange.

With Jiang Yiran's character of talking to everyone, he will advise you like this, either he has completely lost his mind, or he has already poured out his heart and soul for you.

Cheng Simu felt that the latter accounted for a larger proportion.

"Why? You really know something. Or are you... involved in this matter?"

"No." Jiang Yiran had calmed down at this moment, he let go of the hand holding Cheng Simu's shoulder, and sat up straight.

"I can only tell you that none of our classmates are fuel-efficient lamps. If you want to live more comfortably, stay away from them."

"how about you?"

"Me? Can't you see? I can't get away anymore."