think mighty

The mountains at night are like crouching beasts, and there is dust floating outside the window of the Jiang Pavilion. If you look closely, it is a drizzle. In the early morning, the mist covered the Jiang Pavilion like a layer of veil. His eyes were forced open again.

It has been raining in Ningpu for a full week, and He Yuxiu has been staying in Lingqiu Jiangguan for a week since he got off the train, but he still can't get used to the weather here. The man scratched his head and said, "Master, the water is boiling right now, why don't you just wait a while."

He Yuxiu yawned, frowned, and snorted again, "What's going on these two days, don't you guys say that you are the best lodging tavern near Ningpu Station? It’s this set of rhetoric, you think I’m stupid?”

The guy nodded and apologized, "Yes, yes, it's our fault, isn't it that the master who boiled water left a few days ago, are we looking for the master these two days? Don't worry, we will definitely find it today!"

He Yuxiu raised his head, his face worried, "Then you just told me to wait a while, and you haven't found your water boiler master yet?"

He Yuxiu felt that the guy was trying to deceive him. Although the Lingqiu River Pavilion was next to the station, it was very remote. After getting off the bus, he saw many guys at the station who were hawking food and lodging. Originally, the people from Huayang Painting Hall said that when Someone would come to pick him up, but he waited for half an hour and didn't see anyone from Huayang Painting Hall, so he followed a guy to the Lingqiu Jiang Pavilion in a daze.It was only when he got here that he realized that he was the only customer in the huge store.Don't say that you can't find the fire master, you obviously want to fool him.

The little boy doing odd jobs covered his mouth, knowing that he had said the wrong thing again, and complained incessantly.It took a while before he hesitated to apologize, but He Yuxiu waved his hand and told him to go down, feeling suffocated in his heart.

After a while, the handyman came up again, holding a newspaper in his hand, and said, "Master, the newspaper you ordered has arrived."

He Yuxiu glared at him, told him to put it on the table and leave.

The room was hot and humid, and there was a dampness in the air.

Not long after, breakfast was served, a bowl of clear porridge, two plates of the shop's signature pastries, and a plate of side dishes. He Yuxiu touched his stomach and felt hungry. He opened the window to let the cool breeze from outside blow in. It just broke up.The sky outside the window was still gray and gloomy, He Yuxiu looked at it for a while, and then sighed a lot, feeling a little nostalgic for the warm sun in Kyoto.

He turned around, walked to the table and sat down to eat. The newspapers were neatly stacked on the table. He picked up a porcelain spoon in his right hand and stirred the porridge. The advertisement of Ningpu brand soap, because the beauties on it are too eye-catching, he almost noticed this small space at a glance. The model on it is Lu Xiaodie, a well-known movie star in Ningpu nowadays. Xiang Soap, wearing a well-fitting cheongsam, smiled extraordinarily sweetly.Lu Xiaodie has always been known for her sweetness. She made a movie, and because of her good acting skills, she is famous in Ningpu. Even He Yuxiu, who has just been here for a few days, has heard of her name. He Yuxiu glanced down, unexpectedly See the artist's name on it.

"Fengyu."

"Could it be Hang Fengyu?"

He Yuxiu sneered when she saw the name, and sighed twice, "Hang Fengyu is willing to put down her figure to paint this kind of month card. Fortunately, she still wore a noble style when she was in school."

He has a long-standing relationship with Hang Fengyu. Hang Fengyu was the first person he met when he was studying at the Kyoto Art College, and he was also a roommate at the time. The two had been friends for a while because of their similar aesthetic preferences. He Yuxiu regarded him as a close friend , I like to be with him in everything.If it wasn't for Hang Fengyu's private copying of a painting he had painstakingly drawn, stealing his content and ideas, and handing it in as homework without authorization, the two might have become friends for a long time.It's a pity that the matter was exposed later, and he and Hang Fengyu could no longer chat and drink like before.At that time, He Yuxiu was also young and frivolous, and he asked Hang Fengyu out in the middle of the night to beat him up. Both of them had bruised noses and swollen faces, and were criticized by name in school.

He Yuxiu held grudges very much, seeing that Hang Fengyu actually went to draw a billboard, secretly berated him many times.

He Yuxiu took another bite of the pastry after taking a mouthful of clear porridge, which was soft, sweet but not greasy, which was quite suitable for the continuous rainy weather.

But when he turned to another page of the newspaper, the expression on his face, which had eased a little, became serious again. He didn't like to smile very much. In the past, he always said that the teachers in the school always had a serious face, which was really annoying. It's uncomfortable, but he doesn't know, he looks quite like those teachers at school when he puts on a straight face.

"The well-known painter He...He..."

He put down the spoon in his hand, looked at the newspaper, frowned, and finally slammed the table, snorted, and said angrily, "Nonsense!"

In that newspaper, there was a fairly large page, but it was published "The well-known painters sent by Beijing came to Pu to hold exhibitions and asked for painting commissions?"

Absolutely absurd!

He Yuxiu frowned, her interest in eating was gone.

There are so many painting halls in Ningpu, who is this newspaper alluding to?

His painting exhibition just opened in Huayang Painting Hall yesterday, and this kind of news came out today, why doesn't he think about himself?What's more, after careful analysis of its writing, the well-known Shanghai Calligraphy and Painting Hall in Touteng just matches the Huayang Painting Hall in Zhandi. Who else could the painter named He be?

He just held the opening ceremony yesterday, why did this kind of news come out today?

Did he offend someone again?

But he had only been in Ningpu for a few days, and he didn't go out much, so he just got the hat of "please paint".

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

At the right time, someone knocked on the door, He Yuxiu opened the door patiently, and saw Xie Zhiwen coming.Xie Zhiwen was his best friend when he was a child. When he came to Ningpu, he would always meet with him, and every time he would drink a few pots of wine. Now Xie Zhiwen came in with a smile, but he really couldn't squeeze out a smile.

"Zhiwen, you came just in time, come on, come on, take a quick look, what is written here!"

Xie Zhiwen didn't even take off his hat, he was taken aback for a moment, took the newspaper over, looked at it, and was dumbfounded.

"Paintor?"

"He Sheng..."

"How many surnames He held the exhibition yesterday? Didn't they mean me?"

Xie Zhiwen was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "When did you ask for a painting?"

He Yuxiu frowned, with a rather unhappy expression, "When did I ask for a painting entrustment?"

Xie Zhiwen understood his temperament, and knew that with his arrogance, he would never play such a dirty trick, so he couldn't help being a little angry, "Ningbao is still a well-known newspaper in Ningpu, and it has published several articles. I quite like the current commentary, how can such vague and ironic news come out!"

He Yu was very delicate, walking up and down the room with a straight face.

Xie Zhiwen read the full text, then looked at the writer, and said "Hey", "Xu Shaoqing... the person who wrote the manuscript seems to be the young master of "Ning Bao"."

He Yuxiu paused, "Young master? I don't care if he is the young master or the master. No, where is their newspaper office? I'll go to them to reason. I can't afford to be wronged for nothing."

Just at that time, the door rang again, He Yuxiu strode to the door, and opened the door at once, and there was a handyman standing at the door like an errand.

"Mr. He, I'm Hua..."

Seeing his attire, He Yuxiu thought it was Jiang Guan's buddy, and waved her hand, "Sorry, I still have something to do, let's talk about it when I come back."

After saying that, he bypassed him and went downstairs, and Xie Zhiwen hurriedly chased him out, "Yuxiu, hey, slow down, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive."

He Yuxiu pretended not to hear it, and raised her voice, "Zhiwen, don't stop me, I must ask for an explanation today."

There were several rickshaws parked at the intersection on the side of the gate of the Jiang Pavilion, and he stopped one casually.

"Grandpa, where are you going?"

"Go to the newspaper office of Ning Bao."

Xie Zhiwen chased him out of the Jiang Pavilion, and seeing that he had already left in a rickshaw, he couldn't help but shook and sighed secretly that this kid knew how to find a rickshaw to lead the way, but at the same time couldn't laugh or cry, thinking what was going on at the stall.

About half an hour later, the newspaper office arrived. He Yuxiu paid the money and got out of the car, and walked straight to the newspaper office.

Seeing this, the person at the door stopped him, "Sir, sir... who are you?"

When He Yuxiu came out, he was still holding the newspaper in his hand. He looked at the name on it again, and read: "Xu Shaoqing... Where is Xu Shaoqing from your newspaper office? Tell him to get out, and look at what he made up thing."

Perhaps He Yuxiu's voice was too loud, and many people in the newspaper office noticed him. The person at the door glanced at him, somewhat puzzled: "Sir, our newspaper office does not allow outsiders to come in and out at will. What do you call me? I'll go upstairs Report it."

He Yuxiu sneered and said, "He Yuxiu."

upstairs.

The carved window is half open, the Boshan stove on the table is slowly smoking, and there is a refreshing and cool smell in the room.

Xu Shaoqing was flipping through the newspapers this morning. During the two months since he took over the "Ning Bao", he did many things by himself. Because of his love for writing, he personally wrote the manuscripts. In addition, he had to take care of many matters in the newspaper office , he is almost sleepless these days.

Someone made a pot of tea, he took a sip, rubbed his sore neck, tugged at his suit, straightened up, and worked hard.

Different from his father Xu Yuanzhu when he was managing the "Ning Bao", Xu Yuanzhu is an old fox. Now that he has taken over the job of news, he must do real news, seek truth and be pragmatic, tell the truth, and do real things.

But it's not easy to tell the truth. He has received a lot of complaints these days. He doesn't care much about it himself, but his father was furious when he saw it, and called him an asshole.

Yesterday, my father heard that the Beijing-style painter He Yuxiu had come to Ningpu to hold an exhibition, and he specially asked him to arrange someone to interview and collect materials. He also told him that this painter is also well-known in Kyoto, so he must arrange articles well.

Xu Shaoqing really took this matter to heart, not only took the camera to collect the material himself, but also wrote the manuscript by himself.There is no other reason, but I just thought about going out to relax after so many days of exhaustion.

It's just... I wanted to go out to relax, but I didn't expect to come back with something troublesome.

That day, he had just stepped into the door of the painting hall with his camera, and saw a man in an ordinary coat, nodding his head at the few meticulous paintings hanging on the wall, as if admiring them very much, and then went up one by one. Posted a red note.

Pasting the red note means to buy it. This person has posted so many at once, is it possible that he intends to buy it?

Is this He Yuxiu's painting really so good?

Xu Shaoqing was shocked at how generous this man was, and wanted so many pictures at once.Immediately afterwards, other people also gathered around. There were more and more red paper strips on the painting, and the price was getting higher and higher. Finally, one of the paintings was able to fetch more than 100 oceans.

Xu Shaoqing couldn't help taking a second look. He came back from studying abroad. At that time, Impressionists were in fashion in Western countries. Surprised that this He Yuxiu is so popular in Ningpu, and the price of the painting can be sold at this price.

Originally, he could just report back to the agency directly after finishing the manuscript, but before interviewing He Yuxiu, he went to the bathroom and saw a person who seemed to be in charge in the corner, stuffing several men with red notes. block ocean.

Even though Xu Shaoqing didn't understand the rules of this art exhibition, he could sense the meaning and couldn't help frowning.

This one is really good at cooperating with the inside and the outside. There are good-looking audiences outside, but they are secretly paid.

He has lived for more than 20 years, and has seen the cooperation of insiders and outsiders in the casino, and the posturing in the tavern.But it's the first time I've seen this art exhibition and there are painting entrustments. The literati pretend to be fake, and it's not much better than others.

strange.

Very strange.

The few people took the money as if to thank them, and sneaked out through the back door.

Xu Shaoqing hated other people's deception the most in his life. Dang even frowned, picked up the camera and took a picture of that scene. When he went out, he saw He Yuxiu talking and laughing with a few friends from a distance, and he was even more disgusted.

It is hypocrisy for a famous painter in Kyoto to engage in such falsification.It doesn't matter if you don't interview this kind of person.

When he went back that day, he wrote the manuscript overnight, and ordered someone to send it out without reporting it to his father.

Because he stayed up all night, his energy was not good, and he yawned several times in the morning.He had just finished yawning when he heard someone knocking on the door outside.

Immediately afterwards, someone shouted: "Master, a man named He Yuxiu came outside."

He Yuxiu?

Xu Shaoqing paused at the sound, and gave a very slight "heh". He leaned on the back of the chair and played with a beautiful German fountain pen in his hand.Those hands are well-articulated, and the black pen looks a bit small in his hands.

"Master...this...how about I persuade him to leave?"

Xu Shaoqing paused, then hooked his lips, raised an inconspicuous arc, and said with a sneer, "No, let him come in."