I exchanged true love for 1000 billion

"Qian Huan?"

Cheng Yan leaned back slightly on the umbrella, he just accidentally saw a similar figure from behind, and said something with the mentality of giving it a try. When Gu Qianhuan turned around and found that it was him, Cheng Yan immediately smiled, as if he had won some big prize.

Gu Qianhuan looked at him, as if she had expected this scene long ago, her eyes were calm, compared to him, Cheng Yan was much more enthusiastic.

Gu Qianhuan hesitated unconsciously, and Cheng Yan noticed that the smile on his face faded a little: "Qianhuan, why did you leave suddenly?"

He still had that gentle tone: "If we have anything to say, we can talk about it. How could you leave suddenly? I've been looking for you in Jingcheng for a long time. I almost thought you wanted to call the police."

He was aggrieved as he spoke, looked at Gu Qianhuan tenderly, and unconsciously took a few steps forward, covering Gu Qianhuan with an umbrella: "Qianhuan, how are you doing these days? You came here—"

Gu Qianhuan lowered her eyes: "I pay homage to my parents."

Cheng Yan was surprised for a moment. He turned his head and saw the tomb where the two were buried together. His eyes flashed with astonishment. The emotion was so obvious that Gu Qianhuan noticed it. He said nervously and helplessly: "I'm sorry Qianhuan, I don't know, I thought you came here for Teacher Zheng."

Gu Qianhuan accurately grasped his key words: "Teacher? Why did you suddenly mention the teacher?"

Cheng Yan's face was unnatural for a moment, and his voice was muffled: "I just moved Teacher Zheng's urn in. Teacher Zheng is from Wucheng. As I said before, it's better to let Teacher Zheng return to his roots."

Gu Qianhuan's eyes flickered, and she asked him, "Is the teacher buried here? I want to visit the teacher."

Cheng Yan paused, avoiding his sight, and clenched his hands with some difficulty: "Okay, Teacher Zheng will be buried in front."

He became more and more unnatural, even Gu Qianhuan noticed that the other party seemed to be hiding something from him. Gu Qianhuan was puzzled, but he didn't have time to ask.

The idea of ​​going to see the teacher prevailed.

Walking up the Qingzhuan Road, the entire Wucheng Cemetery is built by mountains and rivers. The Qingzhuan Road winds and circles like a winding mountain road. Jingyue Lake.

Gu Qianhuan stopped in front of a tombstone. In front of the monument was wet black paper ashes. Copper coins made of paper were scattered all over the floor, and the air was still filled with the acrid smell of burnt paper.

His gaze moved up slowly, and he saw the black and white photo on the tombstone, and the teacher's loving smile. For a moment, he clenched his hands tightly. He was not a qualified student. Gu Qianhuan was silent for a moment before turning to look at Cheng Yan. With a choked voice, he said, "Thank you for helping me with my teacher's funeral."

Cheng Yan quickly waved his hands, his face flushed, "Actually, I didn't do anything, Qian Huan, Teacher Zheng is gone, we are still alive, we must look forward, and we must not indulge too much."

Gu Qianhuan pursed her lips tightly and didn't speak for a long time.

Cheng Yan couldn't help but probed: "Qian Huan, when are you going to go back?"

Gu Qianhuan looked at him after hearing the words: "I'm also going back to Jingcheng, but I still have another matter to solve." His dark eyes couldn't reflect the slightest light, like two bottomless whirlpools, Cheng Yan Nerves tensed, breathing stagnated, he continued: "Did Anta Gallery hold an auction with a businessman from Fog City, and there was a painting, which was fake."

He lightly threw the bomb, Cheng Yan froze for a moment, and his reaction was extremely violent: "Impossible, how is this possible, I have managed all these years, and there has never been such a scandal. Qian Huan, tell me, who is the buyer?"

Gu Qianhuan stared at him intently, and it made his heart tremble, so he said: "The buyer is me." He said, unconsciously rubbing his wrist, to be precise, it was the crimson rose, the traces of unevenness were delicate. Under the fingertips, it was very obvious, and the depression in my heart was relieved a little: "That painting is left by my father. I will never admit it wrong in my life. I recognized the fake painting at a glance."

Cheng Yan became quiet for a moment, as if he had received a big blow, he murmured: "How is it possible, how is this possible?"

He frowned and asked, "Qian Huan, what is that painting? You tell me, and I will definitely check it out."

Gu Qianhuan glanced at him: ""Rainbow Heart"."

Cheng Yan realized in an instant: ""Rainbow Heart""? "Rainbow Heart" by Gu Mingsheng. Anta Gallery does not have this painting, so it is impossible for it to appear in the auction. Wait, I will call the people in the headquarters right away. "

His movements were faster than anything else, and after a while, Cheng Yan looked like he was about to cry: "That painting was purchased by my subordinates through Mr. Zheng."

Gu Qianhuan was a little dizzy: "Why did the teacher do this?"

The fake painting was made by him, and the real painting is also his. He dared to say that if he was not the one who bought the painting, no one else would be able to recognize it, and the painting is fake.

Painting, painting... It seems that some clues are already looming, as long as he works harder, he will be able to catch them.

At this time, Cheng Yan suddenly said: "Qian Huan, I have something to tell you." He turned his head and glanced at the tombstone, with scruples and sorrow in his eyes: "Let's go far away, I will tell you about this , Qian Huan, restrain yourself first."

Gu Qianhuan's heart sank, he had a hunch that something was not good, so he responded and walked not far away, surrounded by lakes and mountains, misty waves, and picturesque scenery, he no longer had the slightest desire to appreciate it.

Cheng Yan: "When I was sorting out the relics, I found that Mr. Zheng did some very bad things."

He looked at Gu Qianhuan and thought about his words: "Teacher Zheng, he has been in contact with a secret organization. He has been doing things for the other party and has done some very bad things. You don't know about these things. Tell me, that organization is extremely vicious and rampantly threatened a large number of well-known painters to do things for them many years ago, including forging some fakes, and they did everything for money.”

Gu Qianhuan's heart tightened, Cheng Yan's words completely overturned his guess, and he continued: "This time the fake is his handwriting, I don't know why he did it, I have always respected him, and I have always respected him before. I dare not tell you, if it wasn't for today, I might never have told you."

He lowered his head and said in shame: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have kept this matter from you..."

Gu Qianhuan could no longer hear what he was talking about, his thoughts wandered, and he recalled one by one, his painting was lost in Sandria, even if it was a coincidence, it was bought by his teacher after many times, but why did he change it? into a fake?What is he doing it for?None of this makes sense, so there is only one truth left: the teacher was also involved in that incident, and he and those people are in the same group!

In an instant, he was so blessed that he realized everything that he couldn't figure out before, including the cause of his parents' death. Why was he so clear, as if he was right now and had gone through the whole process.

Gu Qianhuan's lips turned pale, and he even began to be unsure whether the teacher was involved, whether his most respected teacher, killed his parents?

Dirty things, confession, sinners, and liberation, these words resurfaced again. Gu Qianhuan lowered his eyes and wanted to raise the corners of his lips, but he couldn't pull up any strength. After a long while, he asked in a hoarse voice: "Why, why did the teacher Do that?"

Cheng Yan looked at him worriedly: "I don't know, Qian Huan, don't get too horny about this matter, Mr. Zheng's matter is over, don't be too persistent."

"Hehe." Gu Qianhuan laughed desolately twice, and suddenly said: "Do you know how my parents died?"

"They were murdered, and I was the one who almost died. If it wasn't for them, I would have died at the scene of the car accident."

Cheng Yan heard the unfinished meaning in his words, his eyes widened in astonishment, and he stumbled: "Qian Huan, how is this possible?"

Gu Qianhuan stopped looking at him, he couldn't calm down at all, lowered his eyes and said, "I don't know, I've been looking into this matter."

Cheng Yan was shocked for a long time, and he still couldn't recover. He was in a trance for a moment, and Gu Qianhuan suddenly changed the subject: "I'm going back to Jingcheng, and it's useless to stay here."

Cheng Yan nodded hurriedly: "Okay, Qian Huan, when are you going to leave? The business here is over, and I will go with you?"

Gu Qianhuan glanced at him, his eyes darkened: "Maybe it won't work, I'm afraid someone will disagree."

He smiled, his brows and eyes softened visibly, Cheng Yan looked at his heart as if being tightly clenched, he murmured for a while and couldn't speak.

A suffocating silence spread between the two.

Gu Qianhuan glanced at the man with a frozen expression, and touched the tip of his nose resentfully: "Cheng Yan, are you okay?"

It was only now that he understood Cheng Yan's feelings for him, but if he didn't feel it, he didn't feel it, and they couldn't get together. He didn't say anything, but Cheng Yan understood his meaning in an instant.

He restrained his expression, showed a stiff smile, and chose to change the subject: "Qian Huan, how is your life? Do you have any free time?"

Hearing what he said, Gu Qianhuan looked at him in surprise, but Cheng Yan smiled: "You forgot that the triennial International Lanao Painting Competition is about to sign up. You shied away before, but now? Are you ready to participate? "

Gu Qianhuan froze, and he completely forgot about the Lan Olympiad. This is the most prestigious and well-known competition in the painting world. He pondered for a moment before saying, "Participate."

Cheng Yan breathed a sigh of relief: "Then Qianhuan, you have to return to Jingcheng as soon as possible, and I have prepared a big surprise for you."

Gu Qianhuan smiled. As for the surprise, he didn't expect it at all. He didn't expect it at all. He belatedly let go of his clenched fingers. After a long period of blood stasis, his knuckles turned a hideous blue-purple color. Wet sweat condensed on the palm of his hand, which felt sticky to the touch. His eyes glanced at the tombstone, and the pungent smell of paper ashes made him breathless.

Gu Qianhuan restrained her expression: "I have something to do at home, so I'm leaving first."

After finishing speaking, he quickly walked out of the umbrella without hesitation for a moment, and the dense rain shrouded him in the mist and mountains like a net.

Cheng Yan held an umbrella and turned off his phone.

He watched Gu Qianhuan leave, lowered his head, stepped slowly on the slippery green bricks, and returned to the original place, Cheng Yan looked at the man on the tombstone complicatedly.

The dense rain did not show any signs of heavy rain, and the whole city seemed to be covered with a white fog like a veil. The pedestrians and vehicles on the street could not be seen clearly, but the neon lights flashing in the distance, the storefronts, and the most conspicuous LED display screens, all of them could not be seen clearly. All precipitated a layer of furry light mist.

This is the normal state of Wucheng. The dense rain has been falling for a long time, so that people will not be drenched, but it can also be called damp and heavy.And often there is not a ray of sunshine for ten days and a half.

When Gu Qianhuan went back, his coat was already soaked, it wasn't obvious, only his body temperature was getting lower and lower, he didn't notice it when he got used to it, until he entered the room, Gu Fengyao was wearing loose home clothes, and he didn't speak, Xiao Lihua Already head start.

"Meow~~"

Little Pear Blossom let out a delicate cry, stepped on the carpet with her tail upturned, her four long legs trotted regularly, and then let out another cry next to her master's trouser legs.

The sound stopped abruptly.

Little Lihua took a step back with catwalks, looked at Gu Qianhuan, and took another half step forward, making Gu Qianhuan frown as if she wanted to get close but dared not.

He looked at the man: "what's wrong with it?"

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