When I woke up my girlfriend was gone

When Zuo Lan heard this introduction from the visitor, she felt a bit disappointed, and immediately frowned.

two weeks ago?Isn't the painting that I sold two weeks ago the painting of that damn girl Zuo Yin?

Thinking of this, Zuo Lan unhappily opened the door and lit a cigarette for herself.

"I have nothing good here..."

Just when she was about to say more unfriendly words, those pickles got stuck in her throat and she couldn't spit them out.

Thick white smoke faintly passed in front of Shen Qingzi, and she stood in front of Zuo Lan with warm eyebrows.

A head of long hair fell softly on her shoulders.The satin material reflected the melting light, outlining her figure particularly prominently.

With such a fairy-like person appearing in front of him, no one could swear a single word of obscenity.

"Hi, may I visit your studio?" Shen Qingzi asked with a smile, not at all frightened by Zuo Lan's roar when she opened the door.

"It's a bit messy, don't mind." Zuo Lan nodded quickly, turned half of her body to let Shen Qingzi in, her obedient attitude was hardly the same person as she was just now.

At any rate, Zuo Lan had also been involved in a big family, so she could tell that Shen Qingzi's body was of great value, and knew that she must be a wealthy lady. If she could match the paintings in the studio, she might be able to make a fortune again. pen.

Shen Qingzi nodded slightly, and under Zuo Lan's guidance, visited the dark and old house.

This house is very old, and it still has an old-fashioned layout. On the left hand side of the entrance is a wooden staircase. The red paint has faded, exposing the gray wood inside that has been scratched by the years.The small corridor is narrow, and moss has grown in a few places where the sun does not shine. The color of this moss is not good, it is black and black, and it is wild and messy.

Through the small corridor, you come to the living room integrating painting, selling paintings, entertaining guests, entertaining and eating. Just now, the faint smell of oil paint hits your face. The ventilation in the room is not very good. Haunting around Shen Qingzi's body, she couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

Shen Qingzi could never have imagined that the author of that painting made such a magnificent painting in such a harsh environment.

In fact, it is only this kind of darkness and dullness that allows her to experience the same lonely struggle as in the painting.

"What kind of painting do you want to choose when you come here this time? I have many kinds of paintings here, and you can choose as you like." Zuo Lan pointed to the living room where many oil paintings are arranged scatteredly, and recommended them enthusiastically.

Shen Qingzi nodded politely, only glanced at it, and didn't look any further.Zuo Lan's paintings are still exquisite, but they are only second-rate, not comparable to the one at home.

Shen Qingzi stepped over a beer bottle that fell on the ground, stood beside Zuo Lan, and asked, "Is there any similar painting?"

There is no reason to say that the business is delivered to the door, not to mention there are still a few paintings in Zuo Yin's studio.

Just as Zuo Lan was dazzled by the money and wanted to speak, her rare rationality suddenly made her mouth stop the car.

It was really unintentional to sell that bastard's painting last time, and there is a reason for it.

If he sells her the painting upstairs again this time, he will have a big fight with himself when he comes back.

Zuo Lan, do you still want your daughter to go home?

Thinking of this, Zuo Lan's eyes flashed a little helpless.

She dusted off the cigarette ash between her fingers, clicked and casually pointed at the picture she had put on the drawing board, trying to hide the truth, "That's the one, I haven't finished it yet."

Shen Qingzi had long noticed the crookedness of the painting Zuo Lan pointed to, but it was just another painting in which only the skin could be found but the soul could not be seen. The technique even deliberately copied the technique of the painting in her home .

Shen Qingzi tilted her head and glanced lightly at Zuo Lan, who was half a head shorter than herself, and Zuo Lan suddenly felt a tightness in her heart, and her throat rolled jerky.

been seen through.

Zuo Lan felt that this woman carrying a limited-edition lambskin bag was not easy to fool, so she had to tell the truth: "It's gone, just the sold one."

Shen Qingzi frowned lightly, her voice was a little worried, "Is she not painting yet?"

"No." Zuo Lan shook her head, casually lifted the sling that was about to slip off her shoulder, and said, "She doesn't sell paintings, miss, don't waste your efforts."

"Not for sale?" Shen Qingzi was even more puzzled.

She stood among the monsters and ghosts that were all over the wall, and the expectation that she had been full of all the way just now turned into disappointment.

Since she didn't sell it, why did her painting flow to her.

Zuo Lan let out an "ang" and half leaned against the yellowed white wall pillar beside her.

She raised her hand to take a puff of the cigarette, and the white smoke ring was slowly spit out from her bloodless lips again, disturbing her sight, and a few strands of messy long hair hung in front of her face. Divide the helplessness of mothers towards their children.

Shen Qingzi followed Zuo Lan's gaze, a pair of cracked ceramic dolls lay under the silent sunset in the window frame.

"Excuse me, but she and you are..."

More doubts arose in Shen Qingzi's heart, and she wanted to ask more questions about the owner of the painting, but was interrupted by Zuo Lan very unfriendly, "Miss, this is a studio for selling paintings, if you If you want to find someone, you have to go to the police station, which is much more professional than mine.”

Shen Qingzi was seldom refuted by others, her lips that were about to be parted or parted were about to move a few times, and finally they were pursed into a line.

Even if the author of that painting and this woman are indeed mother and daughter as I expected, it seems that the relationship is not very good.

It's hard to get anything from her.

Shen Qingzi thought for a while, then pointed to a painting in the pile, looked back at Zuo Lan, and said, "I'll buy you a painting, and you answer a question for me. You're not losing money, are you?"

Since you can't get an answer head-on, it's better to take a roundabout route.

Zuo Lan laughed out loud "Oh", and even her thin body trembled.

Looking into Shen Qingzi's eyes, she asked back, "Miss, are you so interested in that girl?"

"It's a good deal." Shen Qingzi only replied.

Such business words were really abrupt when she said them in Shen Qingzi's mouth.

She thought that if it wasn't for finding out the author of that painting, she might never say such a thing in her life.

Zuo Lan saw that Shen Qingzi really meant that, she looked like a young lady, and she probably wouldn't do anything to Zuo Yin, so she didn't bother with Qian anymore, nodded and said: "Okay, just one question, Not too many."

"I want to ask, how can I meet the artist of that painting." Shen Qingzi chose the most practical question, and asked Zuo Lan the price marked on the painting to scan the QR code.

A sound of gold coins falling into the pocket was heard from Zuo Lan's coffee table piled with junk food boxes. Zuo Lan paid the money with one hand and delivered the goods with the other, and replied: "I haven't seen her for more than half a month. I study in the oil painting department, if you are interested, go there and look for it, maybe you can run into her."

Without a name or a photo, Zuo Lan really only gave Shen Qingzi such a very general description.

But this is enough for Shen Qingzi.

With Shen Lai's relationship, it is not difficult to find a student from City S who lives in the old city of the oil painting department in the Academy of Fine Arts.

Shen Qingzi nodded, and said to Zuo Lan: "Okay, thank you. Please wrap up the painting, and someone will come to pick it up tomorrow."

"No trouble, Miss will give you a discount next time she comes to buy paintings." Zuo Lan sent Shen Qingzi out, and said to her.

"Okay." Shen Qingzi pursed her lips and smiled.

There will be no next time.

The sun had set halfway to the west of the mountain, and with the remaining light, it paved the road for Shen Qingzi to leave with a layer of golden light.Shen Qingzi stepped on the long black and blue bricks, carefully thinking about how to ask Shen Lei to help her.

A soft voice is indispensable, and maybe I have to give away the sapphire porcelain vase that I treasure.

"Zuo Lan, business is really good recently!"

Suddenly a man's teasing voice came from behind Shen Qingzi, and then the voice of a woman Shen Qingzi was very familiar with also sounded, "You pig, just be greedy!"

Zuo Lan, Zuo Yin...

It wouldn't be so coincidental.

Sitting in her car, Shen Qingzi looked at Zuo Lan's half body leaning out of the door in the rearview mirror, and started beating drums in her heart for no reason.

In autumn, the days are getting shorter and shorter every day, and the speed of the dark sky is also much faster than in the past. Almost as soon as the sun hides behind the mountains, the sky is completely dark.

The bright yellow street lights have been turned on on the road, Shen Qingzi's delicate side face is reflected on the clean car window, she seems to be in deep thought, the girl named Zuo Yin doesn't know what's wrong with her all the way It was going in and out of her mind.

In fact, S City is so big, and there are many people with the surname Zuo. Just the fact that I have known two or three people before, this doesn't mean much.

Shen Qingzi preached to herself like this.

However, when she put the picture in her mind together with that lonely and rebellious girl, the picture fit so well.

Shen Qingzi sighed lightly, the threads of trouble circling her brain made her a little impetuous.

She glanced at the navigation, turned on the turn signal, and drove the car into a 24h convenience store not far away at the second intersection.

She needs to buy some cold drinks to calm herself down physically.

"Welcome, meow~"

Pushing open the door, a giant beckoning cat squatting at the door let out a particularly cute cartoon welcome sound, Shen Qingzi's mood also improved, and she couldn't help but take another look at the ceramic cat.

At this time, the office workers in the commercial building next door have already left work, and before the overtime workers buy supper, the convenience store that can be seen as far as the eye can see is quiet, only a few staff members in green aprons are doing ordering work .

Shen Qingzi walked leisurely through a row of shelves, and went to the innermost refrigerator to look for the yogurt she often drank. The busyness of those people formed a strong contrast.

"Sister, these are almost expired."

An exceptionally cold voice came from the bento shelf next door, and Shen Qingzi's hand holding the yogurt froze for a moment.

Zuo Yin was wearing a convenience store work apron, holding a box of bento and looking at the store manager not far away.