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Inscriptions and seals are always indispensable for a Chinese painting, so there is also a saying that calligraphy, painting and seals are integrated.

Seals are also a part of Chinese painting appreciation. A good seal can improve the sense of space of the picture and carry the author's thoughts and feelings.

Shu Qingmo's mother was named Lan Jingmo, and the Jasmine seal was just to commemorate her.

But at the moment Shu Qingmo didn't intend to admit it.

"That's not my chapter." Shu Qingmo pretended to be calm on purpose, "I picked it up on the road."

"Really." Yan Zonglang was playing with the small red seal in his hand, his expression couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Then this toiletry item..." Shu Qingmo looked down at the things in her hand, "I was going to spend the night at a friend's house, and I came in a hurry, so I forgot to put it back."

Yan Zonglang nodded thoughtfully, then raised his eyes and looked straight at Shu Qingmo, his eyes pierced through the thin disguise like a sharp knife.

"It's not your chapter," he paused, "Then why are you in a hurry?"

Shu Qingmo was at a loss for words for a moment, he dodged his eyes, bit his lip unconsciously, and said clumsily, "Maybe it belonged to a classmate, I have to return it to him."

After speaking, his voice gradually turned into a mosquito sound, and he knew that he couldn't keep fooling around.

"Then let me take a guess," Yan Zonglang laughed, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Is that classmate of yours named Shu?"

Shu Qingmo fell silent, drooping her head, not knowing what to do.

"Sit down." Yan Zonglang leaned forward, put down the seal on the tea table, then stretched his body and leaned on the back of the chair, his slender legs crossed together, his whole person was elegant and calm, "Let's have a chat."

Shu Qingmo sat down diagonally across from Yan Zonglang cautiously, and asked with a guilty conscience, "Are you talking about painting?"

"Let's talk about the painting later." Yan Zonglang said, "Let's talk about your background first."

Shu Qingmo looked at her twisted fingers, and asked without hope: "Can we stop talking?"

Yan Zonglang answered slowly: "No."

To be honest, Shu Qingmo didn't know what he was guilty of.Maybe it's because of that terrible urban legend, or maybe it's because he deceived Yan Zonglang, in short, in front of Yan Zonglang's dominance, he feels like a fish on his back, and can only be slaughtered.

"Does Fang Wanrou know that you can paint Chinese paintings?" Yan Zonglang asked.

Shu Qingmo shook her head, and replied honestly: "My right hand was injured before, they don't know that I'm still going on."

He raised his right hand to show Yan Zonglang a look, the scars from the surgery looked hideous and ugly on his fair skin, he only gave Yan Zonglang a look, then put his right hand back into his left palm.

"Is it because of that kidnapping?" Yan Zonglang raised his gaze from Shu Qingmo's hand and continued to ask.

This time Shu Qingmo's pupils flickered, but she didn't answer immediately.

When she was ten years old, Shu Qingmo was kidnapped.

Before the kidnappers acted, they deliberately found out from the Shu family's nanny that the most favored child of the Shu family was the youngest son, so they specifically picked Shu Qingmo to attack.

The memory of being kidnapped at that time was very vague to Shu Qingmo now, and he didn't know whether he couldn't recall it or didn't want to.

He only remembered that when he was rescued, his right hand was covered with blood and he couldn't move. The kidnappers had already fled after taking the ransom, and the kidnapping case ended in nothing.

Compared to him who was injured, his mother Lan Jingmo was more stimulated.

Lan Jingmo was originally Shu Guohua's younger junior sister, and she learned the art of mounting under Mr. Shu's tutelage.She was arrested for a tryst with Shu Guohua, and was expelled immediately, but at that time she didn't know that she was pregnant.

After Old Master Shu passed away, Lan Jingmo lost her moral shackles and took Shu Qingmo back to Shu's house.Because Shu Qingmo is extremely talented in mounting, calligraphy and painting, he is deeply loved by Shu Guohua.

But the good times didn't last long. After Shu Qingmo was injured, Shu Guohua became obviously indifferent to him.Fang Wanrou took the initiative to drive the mother and son out, but Shu Guohua did not stop them.

Later, Lan Jingmo suffered from bipolar disorder, her health became very poor, and she died of illness when Shu Qingmo was 13 years old.

If it wasn't for Wu Yunmo's kind help in those years, Shu Qingmo might not even be able to go to high school.

"Mr. Yan," Shu Qingmo withdrew his thoughts, and did not answer Yan Zonglang's question directly, "You saw my left hand drawing last time, can you help me keep a secret?"

"Why?" Yan Zonglang clasped his fingers and rested them on his lap.

"I paint Chinese paintings just because I like them, and I don't want to cause trouble." Shu Qingmo said, "If Fang Wanrou finds out, I'm afraid she will think that I'm planning to steal the family property."

"Don't you want to grab it?" A look of surprise flashed across Yan Zonglang's eyes.

"I don't want to." Shu Qingmo shook his head relentlessly, "Shu Guohua left me an inheritance, and I don't intend to take it either."

Yan Zonglang stopped talking, but looked at Shu Qingmo carefully, his gentle eyes became sharp, as if he was judging the authenticity of Shu Qingmo's words.

After a while, he asked, "Because I'm your brother-in-law, you think I'm also half of the Shu family, so you want to express your position?"

"No." Shu Qingmo didn't think it was that complicated at all. He looked at Yan Zonglang with clear eyes without any impurities, "Mr. Yan, I never regarded you as my brother-in-law."

"Really?" Yan Zonglang raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Because I don't think I'm from the Shu family." Shu Qingmo said.

Shu Qingmo had already made it clear that he had no idea about the property or status of the Shu family.

If it wasn't for Ye Xiaoxuan, he should have completely given up his inheritance and become a passerby by now.

Yan Zonglang didn't seem to have expected that Shu Qingmo, born in such a family, would have a temperament of neither fighting nor grabbing. His eyes were not as sharp as before, but they still made Shu Qingmo unpredictable.

"So..." Shu Qingmo was the first to break the silence, "Can you help me keep a secret?"

Yan Zonglang didn't answer, but asked, "When will the fourth painting be finished?"

Shu Qingmo thought for a while: "Give me two months."

"Two months?" Yan Zonglang was obviously not very satisfied with this answer, "Do you know how it feels to have one item missing in the collection?"

Of course Shu Qingmo knew it was tough, but he wasn't a printer, he could print out paintings with a good ink cartridge.

He said embarrassingly: "I draw this series very slowly, and I have to check a lot of information. Two months is already very fast."

Yan Zonglang was silent for a while, then stood up suddenly, and said to Shu Qingmo, "Come with me."

Not knowing why, Shu Qingmo followed Yan Zonglang to the French window.

The night view of Nancheng is more beautiful than the daytime. The neat street lamps outline a smooth golden thread, and the well-arranged buildings dot the sides, forming a majestic black-gold urban night view.

Shu Qingmo hadn't noticed during the day, but now he found that there was a closed lotus-shaped ceiling in the sunken garden outside, and he couldn't see the scenery in the garden.

"Super high-rise buildings are not suitable for open-air balconies." Yan Zonglang said, "Considering wind loads, there is a risk of components falling."

Having said that, he took out his mobile phone and pressed a few buttons, and the lotus-shaped ceiling gradually opened, revealing the garden below.

Until now, Shu Qingmo didn't understand Yan Zonglang's intention to bring him to the French window.

As the roof opened, Alpha's barking sounded crazily, Shu Qingmo took a step back in fright, only to realize that Yan Zonglang had come behind him at some point.

Shu Qingmo's height is only 1.7 meters five, and her figure is thin. She looks like a frail scholar.And Yan Zonglang was half a head taller than him, at least 1.8 meters tall, not to mention that his shoulders and chest were much wider than him.

Shu Qingmo raised his head, looked at Yan Zonglang puzzledly and asked, "Mr. Yan?"

"Perhaps you have heard the legends about me." Yan Zonglang put a hand on Shu Qingmo's waist lightly, and locked him in front of the French window, "Those legends are not true."

Shu Qingmo faintly felt that something was wrong, he felt an invisible oppression, which made his back numb involuntarily.

He met Yan Zonglang's eyes through the reflective floor-to-ceiling windows. Those eyes were not as elegant and calm as usual, but rather like a hunter staring at his prey, emitting a frightening light.

Shu Qingmo suddenly thought of the scene when he first met Yan Zonglang.

For unknown reasons, Shu Guohua's funeral made Yan Zonglang feel irritable.In a corner where no one was around, he took off his polite disguise to reveal his true face, but was accidentally bumped into by Shu Qingmo.

"Mr. Yan, can you let me go?" Shu Qingmo asked nervously.

He also only pretended to be calm on the surface, the Alpha in the garden barked more and more frantically, every time he barked, his heart trembled uncontrollably.

"Are you afraid?" Yan Zonglang asked.

Shu Qingmo swallowed, and nodded stiffly.

"The fact that the legend is not true doesn't mean I'm easy to fool." Yan Zonglang lowered his head slightly, leaning into Shu Qingmo's ear and whispered, "If you're afraid, draw well. I'll give you a week."

Shu Qingmo finally understood what this sudden threat was all about.Yan Zonglang was dissatisfied that he took two months to hand in the painting, and insisted that he finish it within a week.

But how could it be possible to draw such a beautiful painting in a week?

"One week is really not enough." Shu Qingmo anxiously wanted to explain, but he turned his head to one side, Yan Zonglang's nose was behind his ear, and his lips almost brushed the high bridge of the nose, so scared that he quickly turned his head to the other side. direction.

"Do you really want me to lock you up?" Yan Zonglang smiled softly, "It just so happens that you even brought your pajamas."

Shu Qingmo wasn't sure if Yan Zonglang was joking with him, but he believed that Yan Zonglang had the ability to lock him up without anyone noticing.

He looked at the floor on the other side, and explained anxiously: "I paint Chinese paintings with homemade mineral pigments. It takes a lot of time. One week is not enough, and..."

"And?" Yan Zonglang raised his eyebrows and urged.

Shu Qingmo gritted her teeth and complained: "The money from selling the paintings is used to pay the rent, and your scholarship is always denied. I have no money to buy paints."