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Shu Qingmo's brain didn't work very well, but he still immediately thought of a name——Yan Zonglang.

He vaguely recalled what happened on the day of the funeral, when Yan Zonglang appeared behind him, and he bluntly turned his face away... If he knew in advance that the person was Yan Zonglang, he wouldn't dare to talk to Yan Zonglang like that even if he had a hundred guts.

There is a legend in Nancheng that Yan Zonglang raised a wolf dog. If anyone offended him, he would feed the person to the dog. If the dog didn't finish eating, the leftover body would be thrown into the sea from his dock.

Whether the legend is true or not, the characters in the legend are always awe-inspiring.

Shu Qingmo felt an inexplicable fear, he supported Yan Zonglang's chest and wanted to retreat, but at this time Yan Zonglang's hand had already supported his waist, and he leaned back, only to fall back into Yan Zonglang's arms.

Yan Zonglang supported Shu Qingmo, who was lying crookedly, with one hand, and signaled the bodyguard beside him not to be nervous.

He glanced at the disheveled man in his arms, then looked at Shu Yichen and asked, "Who is this?"

"It's my friend." Shu Yichen smiled vaguely, "We were drinking, and he drank too much."

Shu Yichen was about to step forward to take Shu Qingmo away, but was interrupted by Yan Zonglang's words.

"A friend?" Yan Zonglang glanced at Shu Qingmo again inexplicably, "Why did I meet you at my uncle's funeral?"

Yan Zonglang's words were also very vague, he only said that he had seen it at the funeral, but did not say which scene it was.

Shu Guohua's funeral naturally wouldn't invite Shu Yichen's cronies. His face changed, and he subconsciously thought that Yan Zonglang knew Shu Qingmo's identity, but he didn't mention it on purpose.He laughed twice and said, "Brother-in-law, this is our family's chore, so you better not meddle in your own business."

Before Shu Yichen said these words, Shu Qingmo could feel that Yan Zonglang's hand was simply supporting him, without any special force.

But after Shu Yichen said "nosy", Yan Zonglang's arms slowly tightened, as if silently announcing that the dominance here does not belong to others.

Shu Qingmo snorted, raised her head to look at Yan Zonglang's tough jawline, and thought drowsily that Yan Zonglang didn't seem to like others talking to him so ignorantly.

"Meddle in your own business?" Yan Zonglang's tone did not change. He sounded as polite as before, but the temperature of the air suddenly dropped several degrees. It's not appropriate."

What Yan Zonglang was referring to was nothing more than the matter of Shu Yichen drugging people.Although Shu Yichen said that Shu Qingmo drank too much, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that there was something wrong with Shu Qingmo's appearance.

"Brother-in-law," Shu Yichen swallowed, and forced a guilty smile, "We're just kidding."

Shu Guohua and Yan Zonglang have always directly discussed the marriage between the Shu family and the Yan family, and there was no chance for the younger generation to intervene.So for Shu Yichen, Yan Zonglang was an existence between his brother and father, so he naturally didn't want to expose the scandalous things he did to his "elders".

"Really?" Yan Zonglang lowered his eyes, looked at Shu Qingmo and asked.

Shu Qingmo met Yan Zonglang's gaze. He didn't pay attention to it at the funeral last time. Now that he looked directly into Yan Zonglang's eyes, he realized that the eyes that had been smeared with ink were terrifyingly deep.

"No..." Shu Qingmo shook her head, her head becoming more dizzy.

Before losing consciousness, he vaguely heard Yan Zonglang order the bodyguard beside him: "Take him upstairs."

The next morning, Shu Qingmo was awakened by a knock on the door.

He sat up from the fluffy quilt, looked blankly at Yan Zonglang leaning against the door, and wondered who this person was in his mind.

Among the people he knew, there seemed to be no such tall, handsome man.

Luo Zihang's height and appearance are not bad, but he doesn't have such a mature and stable temperament.Even wearing casual home clothes, it exudes a sense of sophistication accumulated over the years.

"Aren't you getting up?" Yan Zonglang asked, looking at Shu Qingmo who was sitting on the bed in a daze.

The memory came back in an instant, Shu Qingmo recalled what happened last night, he looked down hastily, and found that his upper body was naked, he quickly lifted the quilt, fortunately, the underwear was still there.

But this doesn't explain anything, he swished his eyes at Yan Zonglang, who was in full swing, his beautiful eyes were rarely rounded.

Yan Zonglang was amused by Shu Qingmo's series of reactions, he laughed softly and said, "I'm not that crazy."

Shu Qingmo secretly heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and his tense back relaxed.

"Your clothes have been washed and dried for you." Yan Zonglang raised his chin, indicating the location of the bedside table, "Come out for breakfast after changing."

After finishing speaking, Yan Zonglang turned around, closed the door, and left the bedroom.

When he poured wine on Shu Yichen last night, Shu Qingmo's own clothes would inevitably suffer.

He glanced at the neatly stacked clothes on the bedside table and the mobile phone and wallet beside him, and couldn't help feeling a little ashamed. Just now he thought that Yan Zonglang had done something immoral to him.

But he still felt a little strange.

Is Yan Zonglang's skill in folding clothes so good?It's just like new clothes in the mall.

However, when Shu Qingmo walked out of the bedroom, he realized what it means to be poor and limit his imagination.

In the spacious and bright sunken living room and open kitchen, two servants are doing their work in an orderly manner.

On one side of the living room is a whole floor-to-ceiling window. The morning sun shines into the room just right. Looking out along the light, you can see the mountains on the edge of the city.

"Where is this?" Shu Qingmo cautiously looked at Yan Zonglang who was sitting at the dining table, and walked towards the French windows.

He remembered that Yan Zonglang said "upstairs" to the bodyguard last night, guessing that this should be the Huangjin Holiday Hotel, but the layout and interior of the room were nothing like the hotel he knew.

"Huangjin." Yan Zonglang stood up and walked behind Shu Qingmo with leisurely steps, "The penthouse on the 99th floor."

"Nine..." Shu Qingmo was dumbfounded for a moment, he did not expect that the building that he had seen countless times in the Academy of Fine Arts was right under his feet at this moment.

Looking down from here, the row upon row of high-rise buildings have turned into Lego toys, and the hustle and bustle of the city seems to be isolated from the mortal world, far away from this cloud palace.

At this time, a burst of fierce dog barking suddenly interrupted Shu Qingmo's leisurely enjoyment of the scenery.He followed the sound subconsciously, and saw a corner of the garden below was fenced off into an area, and there was a majestic big black dog inside.

Shu Qingmo was not afraid of dogs at first, but this big dog bared its teeth and barked ferociously, which reminded him of the urban legend about Yan Zonglang.

He took a step back in fright and bumped into Yan Zonglang's shoulder.Yan Zonglang raised his hand to support his back and helped him stand upright.

"There's a dog..." Shu Qingmo awkwardly said nonsense.

"Well, it's called Alpha." Yan Zonglang raised his right hand and made a fist movement, Alpha immediately stopped barking and sat down obediently, "It's a Tibetan mastiff."

There used to be a few stray dogs in the Academy of Fine Arts, haunting the campus, and Shu Qingmo even fed them.

Later, the stray dogs disappeared. According to Ye Xiaoxuan, those dogs were Chinese pastoral dogs, which belonged to strong dogs. They were on the list of banned dogs in the city, so they were taken away by people called by the school.

Even the native dogs raised by the Chinese nation for thousands of years have been banned by cities because of their aggressiveness, not to mention the Tibetan Mastiff, which is known as "one mastiff fights three wolves".

"Can Tibetan mastiffs be raised in Nancheng?" Shu Qingmo looked at Yan Zonglang and asked.

"Others can't raise it." Yan Zonglang said succinctly.

——Others can't raise it, but I can.

Shu Qingmo couldn't help sighing in his heart, this is really not a world he can integrate into.

Following Yan Zonglang back to the restaurant, Shu Qingmo's thoughts suddenly changed.

He thought that everything here had nothing to do with him, but when he saw the three paintings hanging on the dining room wall, he was as shocked as a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"It's a good drawing."

Yan Zonglang sat down at the dining table, and elegantly picked up a knife and fork to cut up small sausages. He was eating breakfast, but he had a sense of ritual of French food.

On the wall are three Chinese paintings more than one meter high, with bright colors and exquisite details. They are the first three paintings of the four heavenly kings painted by Shu Qingmo.

There was an empty area next to the three paintings, and the entire wall looked extremely asymmetrical, but Shu Qingmo knew that it was for the last painting of this series.

Painter Shu, who hadn't written for a long time, felt a little guilty for some reason. He opened the seat and sat down, giving a vague "hmm".

He didn't dare to tell Yan Zonglang that these three paintings were his works, firstly, he didn't want to reveal that he was so good at painting, and secondly, he was afraid that Yan Zonglang would think that the price of the paintings would drop when he knew that the author of the paintings was only a 22-year-old college student.

"You are from the Shu family, so you should know Chinese painting?" Yan Zonglang asked suddenly.

"Knows a little bit." Shu Qingmo said.

On the day of the funeral, Yan Zonglang saw him painting traditional Chinese paintings, so he didn't deny it.But as soon as he finished speaking, he found that the point of his words was not whether he knew Chinese painting or not, but his acknowledgment of his identity as the Shu family.

Yan Zonglang's expression didn't change, it was always that polite and polite, which was unpredictable.

If Shu Qingmo hadn't seen Yan Zonglang's irritable face that day, he would have almost thought that Yan Zonglang was such a gentle and refined person.

"Then do you know what is painted on the painting?" Yan Zonglang asked casually.

Shu Qingmo raised his head and looked at the painting he drew. He wanted to say that he didn't know, but he felt a little fake, because the theme of the painting was clearly written on the painting.

He said: "Four heavenly kings." A modal particle was added at the end of the sentence to express his uncertainty.

"That's right." Yan Zonglang said, "But it's not the same as the Four Heavenly Kings in people's impression."

Of course Shu Qingmo knew it was different.

But at this time, he realized one thing. It turned out that Yan Zonglang bought paintings by unknown painters at a high price, and wanted to collect this series because he understood the meaning of the paintings.

It was rare for Shu Qingmo to meet a bosom friend, he hesitated for a moment, and said following Yan Zonglang's words: "The magic weapon in his hand is different."

This sentence alone is not enough to reveal that he is the author.

Yan Zonglang raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You know?"

Shu Qingmo stopped answering the phone and started eating breakfast.

People usually see the four heavenly kings in modern temples or in film and television works, holding four magic weapons: sword, zither, umbrella and snake.

This is because the Ming Dynasty novel "Fengshen Yanyi" made the image of the four generals of the Mo family deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but in fact the original four heavenly kings did not hold these items.

In the novel "Journey to the West" of the same period, there is no description of these magical instruments.But what's interesting is that in the 82 version of "Journey to the West", the director defaulted to these things in the hands of the four heavenly kings.

Shu Qingmo consulted a lot of materials, and the Four Heavenly Kings he painted are actually the images of the Four Heavenly Kings before the Southern Song Dynasty, which is closer to the original appearance of Buddhism when it was introduced to China.

So it is indeed as Yan Zonglang said, it is different from people's impressions, it is very special.

"I heard," Yan Zonglang put down his knife and fork, and changed the subject without warning, "the Shu family had an illegitimate child."

His tone was still very flat, making it hard to tell whether he was trying to inquire, or simply narrating a fact.

To be honest, Shu Qingmo was not surprised.He even felt that Yan Zonglang would help him last night, probably because he was interested in this matter.

Before he could figure out how to answer, the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated just in time.

"Shu Shu." Ye Xiaoxuan's crying voice came from the other end of the phone, "They sent my video to the campus group, I don't want to live anymore."

Shu Qingmo stood up abruptly: "Where are you?"

After a while, Shu Qingmo hastily hung up the phone, intending to bid farewell to Yan Zonglang.However, when he met Yan Zonglang's gaze, he didn't know what to call him for a moment.

Brother-in-law like Shu Yichen?

Obviously wrong.

"Mr. Yan, thank you for what happened last night." Shu Qingmo chose an unmistakable address, "I'm in a hurry to leave now."

Yan Zonglang didn't ask any further questions, and personally sent Shu Qingmo to the entrance of the elevator.When Shu Qingmo stepped onto the elevator, he heard Yan Zonglang behind him asking him slowly, "What's your name?"

Shu Qingmo knew that even if he didn't tell, Yan Zonglang could still find out.He turned his head, met Yan Zonglang's gaze, and said three words in a calm and generous manner: "Shu Qingmo."

The concept of the penthouse has been seen in movies before, and I also wrote about it when I wrote about it, so it didn’t come from that Korean drama.Alpha's name comes from the up owner of station b: Alpha is a border herd.