On the day of the divorce, Lao Gong lost his memory

Back home, Lin Lu turned on the computer, uploaded the picture of the painting he took before, and clicked search.

The results popped up quickly.

It is a photo taken in country F in 2019.

Lin Lu clicked on it, and found that the photo and the painting were surprisingly similar. The only difference was that there was no apple tree in the photo.

He looked at the two pictures thoughtfully. Painting itself is a creative process, so it is not surprising to add more elements.

It's strange why Shan Cen changed the subject when he asked what this place was.

What can't be said about this place?

Lin Lu let out a breath slowly.

Although he didn't know why, his intuition told him that this painting was very important.

He picked up his phone and called his assistant.

"Mr. Lin?"

"Does Shan Cen have a cooperative gallery?" Lin Lu asked.

"Yes." Ning Xi said, "It's a gallery called Qinqi, and the owner is Shan Shao's friend."

"Find a way to buy a painting."

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Knock knock knock!

There was a knock on the door, Shan Cen looked up, and saw Pu Xiao, the teacher of the Chinese painting class, standing at the door.

"Is something wrong?"

"I knew you would forget." Pu Xiao walked in, and was stunned when he saw the painting Shan Cen was painting. He used colors very skillfully, but without losing his personal spirituality. He could only use two words to describe it, "pretty!"

"Thank you." Shan Cen took a pen and dipped it in paint, and continued with his actions.

Pu Xiao took two steps back so that he could enjoy the painting more comprehensively, and said, "Tonight, we will be late for the director's handover party if we don't leave."

Shan Cen continued to move, "I already told Teacher Cheng that I won't go to the party tonight."

Thinking of the ineffective social interaction that Shan Cen said before, Pu Xiao smiled and asked, "Because of ineffective social interaction?"

Shan Cen didn't even think about it, "Yeah."

"Why?" Pu Xiao asked curiously, "In my opinion, the evening gathering can shorten the distance between teachers, share news, and maybe meet new friends."

"Relatively speaking." Shan Cen stopped his movements and took a step back to see the effect of the painting, "I don't want to get closer to other people, and I have no news to share, and I don't want to meet new friends."

"So as far as I'm concerned, tonight's party is a waste of time."

The footsteps approaching outside the door suddenly stopped.

Pu Xiao smiled, "I reasonably suspect that your true heart is: the person who organized this party has a brain."

"Your suspicion is very reasonable," Shan Cen seemed to sense it, and suddenly looked sideways to the window, and found that there was no one in the corridor, he looked away suspiciously, "but it's not correct."

"Why?" Pu Xiao asked.

Shan Cen looked at the painting for a while, then walked back and continued to paint, "Because some things cannot be distinguished by simple effective and ineffective. For example, tonight's party, compared with effective and ineffective, is more focused on the team. communication."

Pu Xiao agrees, "It makes sense."

"Then why don't you go?" he asked.

Shan Cen: "This painting will be submitted in three days."

Pu Xiao was startled for a moment, then burst out laughing, "Very convincing."

"By the way, are you still working with Qinqi Gallery?" Pu Xiao asked again.

Shan Cen turned his head to look over, "What?"

Shan Cen didn't wear glasses today, and when he looked directly at people, his eyes seemed to be icy, chilling.

Pu Xiao only felt that it was clean and thorough, he smiled, "It's okay, I just want to see if I can poach a corner."

"Not for now."

Pu Xiao raised his eyebrows, "It means that there is still a chance in the future?"

"No."

Pu Xiao: "..."

"Director Chen, why are you alone?" The teacher from the school office saw Chen Meini coming out alone, and looked behind her, "Didn't you say to call Teacher Shan and the others?"

Thinking of what she just heard, Chen Meini's face darkened a bit, she sneered, "There are so many teachers in the Academy of Fine Arts, so I have to invite them one by one? You are so free, why don't you go?"

Speaking of this, Chen Meini gave the other party another hard look. If this person hadn't told her about Shan Cen's background, she wouldn't have rushed to invite him and heard those words.

waste time?Brain pit?Who is this looking down upon?

Isn't it just a vase with a good face relying on the Lin family, who really treats himself as a green onion.

The teacher of the school office was baffled by the harassment, he lowered his head and said nothing, but he couldn't help muttering in his heart, isn't it you who are going to invite it yourself?Why blame her again?

Chen Meini snorted again, got into the car and drove away.

The teacher who left the school without a car: "..."

Didn't you say that you can carry her?

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Saturday, Piano and Chess Gallery.

Huo Shu put his hands behind his back, looked at it for a while, and nodded with satisfaction, "No wonder so many people want it."

Shan Cen looked sideways.

"You don't know yet, do you?" Huo Shu smiled, and raised his hand to signal him to sit in the rest area beside him, "Many people want your painting."

Shan Cen was a little surprised when he heard this, "Isn't it custom made?"

When Huo Shu first found him, he was talking about customization. He happened to need a sum of money at that time, so he accepted it. But now, according to Huo Shu, there are other people who want it besides the original buyer. this painting.

But he wondered, "How did other people know?"

"I don't know about that." Huo Shu poured a cup of tea for Shan Cen, and said, "Several groups of people suddenly called me two days ago, specifying that they want this one, and saying that I can set the price as I like. "

Speaking of this, Huo Shu laughed, "I'm so moved."

Shan Cen pursed his lips and said nothing.

Huo Shu met at a cutting-edge art exhibition two years ago. He is not very old, and his temper is a bit out of tune, but he is a very principled person. Otherwise, he would not be able to run a gallery that is about to close down in just a few years. to today's scale.

Therefore, he believed that the other party would not leak the news.

As for the heartbeat or something, it is purely a joke.

Huo Shu took a sip of tea, and suddenly said, "Would you mind telling me about the place on this painting?"

Shan Cen raised his head, and the blue eyes under the lens flashed with astonishment.

One of the most important reasons why he has been able to cooperate with Huo Shu for so long is that the other party never talks too much about his works, so Huo Shu suddenly asked him this question, which made him feel a little strange.

"Why?" he asked.

Huo Shu spread his hands, "So many people want it, why don't you let me wonder where is the place on this painting?"

Shan Cen tilted his head and glanced at the paintings on the easel.

When the buyer ordered the painting, he specified a European town. As for which European town it was, he did not make a request.

He immediately chose to draw this, named Yun, which means a small town in Country F that is happy with whatever happens.

The population there is very small, but the scenery is extremely beautiful, with a clear stream winding around the town, roses on the roadside and endless snow-capped mountains in the distance.At the southernmost end of the town, there is a naturally formed small spring, which has been flowing for many years. The old man there said that it is very spiritual to make a wish on the spring.

After hearing this, Lin Lu made a detour to make a wish on the day of his departure. He said that he hoped that the town could have an apple tree.

Shan Cen withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "There is a small town called 'Yun' in Country F."

Huo Shu raised his eyebrows, "Have you been there?"

Shan Cen did not deny it, "Many years ago."

Huo Shu smiled, "It makes me want to go there."

After chatting casually for a while, Shan Cen got up to say goodbye.

Huo Shu sent him off, "It's still the same sentence, if you have a painting, send it to me here, and I promise to sell it for a good price."

If this is said to someone else, the other person may already be angry.

Because most painters believe that painting is a noble art that cannot be confused with money, but Shan Cen is just the opposite. For him, painting is not only a tool for making money.

It was also because Huo Shu knew this that he spoke so bare, naked, and his mouth smelled of copper.

Shan Cen nodded in response, "Okay."

When he opened the car door, he heard Huo Shu behind him suddenly 'tsk', and he turned his head sideways.

Huo Shu shook the mobile phone in his hand at him, and said meaningfully: "Money really is everything."

Shan Cen adjusted his glasses.

Huo Shu laughed, "Your painting has changed hands."

The message just now was sent by the customized buyer: [I have succumbed to the hem of money]

Shan Cen was stunned for a rare moment, "What do you mean?"

Huo Shu: "It means that your painting has been resold by the buyer."

Shan Cen was startled.

Huo Shu said: "I know the person who ordered the painting. He is a second generation who is not short of money. The price that can make him bow... Tsk! Thinking about it, I am very envious."

The price of custom-made paintings is already higher than normal ones, so Shan Cen couldn't help being a little curious after hearing it.

Although he has been well-known in the past two years, he is still young, and compared to some master painters, he is not worth mentioning at all, so he can't figure out who would pay such a large price for his paintings.

Lin Lu's face suddenly appeared in his mind, but within a short while, Shan Cen himself denied it.

Because he and Lin Lu had talked about this topic before they were together, he didn't like people he knew to buy his paintings behind his back, so after so many years, Lin Lu never bought them once.

This time, it was even more impossible.

Because Lin Lu didn't even know that his paintings were sent to Qinqi Gallery.

He is not a person who is entangled. Since he can't figure it out, he simply doesn't think about it, so he quickly put this matter behind him.

He nodded to Huo Shu, "Goodbye."

Huo Shu was also used to his indifference, and waved his hands casually, "Goodbye! Hey——, wait!"

Shan Cen stopped in his tracks again.

Huo Shu held up his mobile phone with an incredulous expression on his face, "Someone has ordered a painting with you again. The content is grassland, the style is uncertain, and the price..." Huo Shu paused intentionally, "It's from the previous one," he stretched out two sticks Finger, "Twice."

Shan Cen lowered his eyes: "No answer."

Huo Shu was stunned for a moment, "Why?"

Shan Cen got into the car, closed the door, and when Huo Shu wanted to go up and knock on the window, the window was lowered. Shan Cen's voice was still cold and cold, "I won't accept orders from now on."

Now Huo Shu was really confused, "If you have money, don't you earn it?"

Shan Cen took off his glasses, revealing a pair of ice-blue eyes, clean and clear, "There is no shortage of money now."

Huo Shu: "..."

goodbye!It's good to leave!

After leaving Huo Shuna, Shan Cen went to the supermarket.

He bought pork ribs, and when he passed by a white radish, he took one without hesitation. It wasn't until he weighed it that he realized that there was a person in the family who didn't eat radishes.

He hesitated for a while, then took down the radish that had been put on the weighing scale, "Sorry, no more."

The little girl who was weighing was stunned for a moment, her cheeks turned red, "Ah? Oh."

Shan Cen replaced the radish with lotus root.

Back home, Shan Cen took off his shoes, took two steps with bare feet, then stopped, went back to the entrance and put on slippers.

It was only after he finished wearing that he realized that he seemed to have conditioned reflexes. Now that Lin Lu doesn't remember his body cold at all, he doesn't care whether he wears slippers or not.

After thinking about it, he took off his shoes and walked barefoot on the wooden floor. It was cold but comfortable.

The door of the study room was not closed, and Lin Lu's voice on the phone could be faintly heard.He couldn't hear the real content, but the tone and tone told Shan Cen that Lin Lu was suppressing his anger.

He sorted the things into the refrigerator, took passion fruit and lemon out, and quickly made two cups of passion fruit juice.

Picking up one of the cups, the past symbolically knocked on the door of the study.

Lin Lu looked up, the chill in his eyes hadn't disappeared, he blinked, and when he looked up again, he had regained his composure, and he stood up, "Let's do this first, within two hours, I want to see the latest report .”

"Are you back?" Lin Lu put down his phone, "Is everything going well?"

Shan Cen put the fruit tea on the desk, "Well, it went well."

"Are you hungry?" Lin Lu took a sip of the fruit tea, it was very sweet, "Aunt Xu couldn't come because of something at home today, I asked the restaurant to deliver it, what would you like to eat?"

Shan Cen turned and walked out, "I bought vegetables."

When he reached the door, he stopped again, and he turned around, "The doctor told me that if you want to recover quickly, you'd better rest more."

Lin Lu looked down at the documents on the table and laughed, "Baby, are you caring about me?"

Shan Cen turned his head and left, "No."

The back is decisive, but the tips of the exposed ears are stained with a layer of pink.

Lin Lu drank the fruit tea slowly, the duplicity baby is also very cute!

And this back, height and legs...

"Wait." Lin Lu suddenly said.

"Huh?" Shan Cen stopped and turned around, and saw Lin Lu walking over quickly with an expression of surprise.

He wondered: "Why..."

"Why don't you wear shoes?" Lin Lu said, passing him directly, trotting a few steps over to get the slippers, "Don't you know that your body will be cold? Put them on."

Shan Cen didn't move, "How do you know I'm cold?"

Lin Lu suddenly raised his head, "Are you really cold?"

Shan Cen: "..."

"No, you heard it wrong."

"Really?" Lin Lu stood up, leaned slightly closer, with a smile in his eyes, "Who is that with cold hands and face, huh?"

Shan Cen blinked and retorted calmly, "It's not me."

"Okay, it's not you, it's me." Lin Lu stroked his hair, his voice was full of indulgence, "Hey, put on your shoes first, or I'll be cold!"

Shan Cen: "..."

Shan Cen put on his shoes, turned around and left without saying a word.

The back of the jade-like neck is pink.

Lin Lu laughed dumbfounded, his baby is so cute!

When people entered the kitchen, Lin Lu went back to the study and called, "Find someone to lay the carpet to keep it warm."

"White."

"Yes." Ning Qi replied, "Tomorrow we will arrange someone to come and install it."

After talking about the carpet, Ning Qi talked about another matter today, "The painting you bought has been sent to Nanhu."

Lin Lu said 'hmm' and was about to hang up, but was rarely stopped by Ning Qi, "Boss Lin, there is something else I need to report to you."

Lin Lu sat on the chair, "Say."

Ning Qi tried his best to suppress a smile, "We only found out when we went to pick up the painting today that you were the one who ordered the painting with Shan Shao." Just to avoid suspicion, Lin Lu specially found a middleman.

At the beginning, the middleman was unwilling to resell it, and Ning Qi couldn't, so he could only get a little information about the buyer.The middleman was also in a dilemma. He didn't dare to offend Lin Lu, and finally got some information about his buyer.

Then the two paired up and found out it was the same person.

"But I have asked him to disclose the news that the painting has been resold at a high price."

Lin Lu: "..."

Amnesia or something, it really needs to be cured as soon as possible.

He said coolly: "You are in charge of the Nanjiang project, and submit the plan as soon as possible."

Ning Qi, who managed to steal half a day's leisure from Fusheng: "..."

Ahhh...!

Why is she so talkative? ? ?