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    The reason why Mo Xiaoyu drank with this wine glass was that he didn't want to use the same wine glass with the old man Lang Jianbai, but he didn't expect that after Mo Xiaoyu took a sip of wine, Lang Jianbai said, "Although this wine glass is comfortable to drink, it is easy to drink.  Above, I also use it from time to time."

    Mo Xiaoyu felt nauseated and almost vomited, but he had no choice but to drink as much as he drank, two glasses of wine were not enough to vomit.

    Lang Jianbai saw that Mo Xiaoyu was willing to drink with him, poured another glass, walked to the painting case, raised his hand to pick up a pen, and looked in front of an unfinished picture scroll, as if he wanted to draw, and sure enough  , he looked up at the painting hanging on the wall in front, bowed his head and was about to write.

    Mo Xiaoyu thought, anyway, he won't be able to leave for a while, so why not just chat with this old man, he doesn't know Lang Jianbai well, but it seems that Lang Jianbai is not so fierce at this time.

    "Ten years ago, I was in my forties, at the peak of my life. I met Ji Kexin at a reception. I don't know what happened, and I was fascinated by her. I got divorced later, but Ji Kexin also  We lived like this for ten years without marrying me, and I almost emptied out all the paintings in the museum, but those fakes are still hanging on the walls for people to admire, don¡¯t you think it¡¯s funny?¡± Lang Jianbai  He was busy talking, but the pen in his hand never finished drawing.

    "Is this thing particularly difficult to draw?" Mo Xiaoyu ignored Lang Jianbai, but looked at the painting on the painting table and the words on the wall.

    "Indeed, when I have no inspiration, when I am not sure, I dare not write at all. If there is a flaw in one place, I must start all over again. This is my principle, just like the one in front of me, Qi Baishi's Chilling Maple Leaf,  I still can't grasp the cicada's wings well, and I still can't draw the feeling of being as thin as a cicada's wings, which is very distressing."  Lang Jianbai didn't know why he said these things to a strange young man, hesitated for a while, and finally put down the pen in his hand.

    Mo Xiaoyu carefully looked at the painting "Maple Leaf Chilling" on the opposite wall, brought the wine glass in his hand to his mouth, drank it down, and then put the wine glass on the painting table.  When he realized what was going on, he reached out and picked up the paintbrush that Lang Jianbai had put down, and pointed directly at the place where the cicada wings were missing.

    When Lang Jianbai wanted to stop it, it was too late, he held his breath, if Mo Xiaoyu ruined his painting now, he would have to turn against him, but what happened next left Lang Jianbai stunned  Living.

    Because Mo Xiaoyu didn't look at the drawing paper under his pen at all, but his eyes were fixed on the painting on the opposite wall, and then he tapped lightly, as if he was just touching water. When Lang Jianbai looked at the drawing paper again, the pair of cicada wings  It seems to grow on the body of the cicada, it is natural, without any affectation.

    Looking at the painting on the opposite wall, it looks exactly like a copy of this one, only the signature and seal are missing. This is a collaboration between Lang Jianbai and Mo Xiaoyu. Lang Jianbai looks at Mo Xiaoyu.  Yu, looking at the painting again, nodded excitedly. He had never seen anyone paint like this, and he only thought about it for a long time before he could write slowly.

    "You also studied painting? Which master did you learn from?" Lang Jianbai asked.

    "I don't have any masters. I painted blindly. I watched you draw hard, and I will wipe a few strokes for you. If it is broken, you can repaint it. What, is it okay?" Mo Xiaoyu was half sober at this time,  I felt that I was really reckless just now, what did I do here, who is Lang Jianbai?  How could I forget it all of a sudden.

    "Drawing blindly? Impossible?" Of course Lang Jianbai didn't believe it. He had painted this "Maple Leaf Chilling Cicada" no less than ten times, and every time it was destroyed on the cicada's wings, but this time it was painted by this kid.  up.

    "Really, I studied computer in college, and I don't know anything else, let alone painting. I just drank some wine and got a little hot, so I started painting."  Mo Xiaoyu told the truth.

    Lang Jianbai looked at Mo Xiaoyu and thought to himself, it doesn't matter if you lie, since you are with Ji Kexin, I have to dig out your background no matter what.

    Lang Jianbai looked at the painting excitedly for a while, then carefully put it away, returned to the painting table, looked at Mo Xiaoyu, and asked, "You and I are both men, and you are also a man.  Let me be honest, what benefits did Ji Kexin give you, I mean, apart from her, although I have had a relationship with Ji Kexin for a while, but that is all in the past, now she is yours."  Lang Jianbai sneered.

    "Mr. Lang, I don't want to get involved in the affairs between you. I have done what I should do. Can I go now?" Mo Xiaoyu asked.

    "Yes, but I have a suggestion. Although you are following Ji Kexin now, in the future, depending on your age, Ji Kexin is much older than you. Are you really willing to be with her for the rest of your life? Why don't you cooperate with me?I'm an old man, I'm not greedy, I'll double what Ji Kexin gives you." Lang Jianbai insisted that Mo Xiaoyu was Ji Kexin's new baby boy, and insisted that Ji Kexin must have done Mo Xiaoyu something  , since I can't find the whereabouts of those paintings, why can't I buy Mo Xiaoyu with a lot of money.

    Mo Xiaoyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, anyway, he didn't bother to explain, he only said that he had to think about it, the purpose was to send Lang Jianbai away so that he could get away.

    "Well, I'm waiting for your news. If you dare to play tricks on me, I'm not easy to deceive."  Lang Jianbai looked at Mo Xiaoyu and said viciously.

    Mo Xiaoyu thought to himself, Grandma, I won't come to see him next time, so I just bought and sold it with a hammer, so she nodded and said, "Okay, I will think about it."

    Lang Jianbai showed a treacherous smile, then nodded, and finally sent Mo Xiaoyu out of the museum. After Mo Xiaoyu got into the car and closed the door, he heaved a long sigh of relief.

    Although he drank, there was no smell of alcohol at this time, which made Mo Xiaoyu feel very strange, and drove back to Shengshihuating in fear. At this time, Ji Kexin was pacing in the living room.  There was no news from Mo Xiaoyu, and the phone was always in a state of being unreachable.

    She was not worried about what Lang Jianbai would do to Mo Xiaoyu, but what worried her most was that Mo Xiaoyu would run away in her own car, and she would lose a lot.

    "Why did you come back, where did you go, and you can't get through on the phone, what time is it?" Ji Kexin asked angrily when she saw Mo Xiaoyu coming in.

    Mo Xiaoyu picked up the water on the coffee table and poured it down, then took a breath, and then said, "Don't mention it, that old guy Lang Jianbai is really very cunning, he sent me to the basement, the basement where he painted  Have you been there?" (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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