Chapter 272

As the new year approaches, many migrant workers try their best to return home as soon as possible to reunite with their families and friends for the new year. As for us, we have neither relatives nor friends... We are like duckweed floating on the river. Where we float, we are home.

Jiang Yilong and I came here from a small mountain village. We have been in Chongqing for several years. During the special new year, we watched other people's families bustle, but we can only stoop to the bridge cave, simply be polite to each other, and wish a good harvest in the coming year. Fate is sometimes really elusive. If Luo Liguo hadn't accidentally knocked over the things of Hu Qingguo at the beginning, Jiang Yilong and I would still be in front of the stick and earn the hard-earned money

"I don't know how Uncle Luo is now."

"Which Luo, you mean Luo Liguo?" Jiang Yilong was stunned and immediately came over. "Well, why do you suddenly think of him?"

I said, "do you remember how we passed the new year when we first came to Chongqing?"

Jiang Yilong held his head in his hands and said, "how can you forget? It's unforgettable. However, you mention that although you've had a hard and tired life in the past, you also have some good memories."

I said, "yes, people go up and water flows down. I'm afraid they can't go back."

"People also say that people go up, and the water flows down. Have you ever thought about the old days..." seeing that I haven't said a word for a long time, Jiang Yilong said, "there are still a few days left. Why don't we go back to our hometown and worship our master by the way."

"Go back?" I was stimulated by his proposal and suddenly got excited. "Hey, how come I didn't think of it. We agreed to repair his old man's grave and erect a monument when we made a lot of money. Now, although we haven't made a lot of money, it's not difficult to repair his old man's grave and erect a monument. I don't know whether Roland and and bailing are willing to join us."

"When they come back after buying new year's products, they will know if they ask. It's not too difficult."

"Qi Zhiyuan, Qi Zhiyuan, hurry to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

I was about to answer Jiang Yilong's words. Song Yu's voice startled me in my mind and immediately disturbed my thoughts. "What, what do you want me to do?"

Song Yuzhong said, "prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

"Just pen and paper. Wait, what do you want these things for?" I asked.

Song Yu said, "it's not for me, it's for you."

I don't quite understand his intention, but he obviously has a purpose. I interrupted my chat with Jiang Yilong and hurriedly took out a white paper and a ballpoint pen in the tea table box. When Jiang Yilong saw this, I hurriedly told him that it was Song Yu's idea.

I said, "Qi Huo. What are you doing now?"

Song Yu said, "now I say how to draw, just draw on paper."

Then, under Song Yu's step-by-step reminder, I followed the ball point pen to draw strange patterns on the paper. After drawing half of the picture, I realized that Song Yu might have remembered the missing part of the remnant picture and wanted me to leave the facts on the paper. Finally, if it could be completely combined with the remnant picture, it would be eight to nine.

I'm still good at writing and drawing, but I've never been involved in this painting. According to Song Yu's reminder, what's left on this paper is an ugly and difficult to see mountain outline.

"What's this on the left?"

"Should I go up or down here on the right? Is this the way the river goes?"

After a period of time, under the prompt of Song Yu, my soul stirring masterpiece was left on the paper. Staring at my first work, even though I think it is extremely ugly, I still feel a little complacent. "It seems not bad. How about you take a closer look, is it the same as the missing picture?"

Song Yu didn't say anything for a long time. At last, he just said to let me redraw.

I thought it was a very emotional thing, but when I was reminded by Song Yu, I drew three or four times in succession, which was finally rejected by him, my interest was immediately eroded and there was little left.

"This is already the fifth one. I drew it exactly as you said. Is that the case?"

"No, it's not very similar, it's very different."

Jiang Yilong sat aside, like a spectator, picking up the patterns I just drew with a ballpoint pen one by one. After watching it for a long time, I shook my head.

At more than 3 ~ o'clock in the afternoon, Roland bailing came back with large and small bags of new year goods for the Chinese New Year. I saw the two of us sitting in the living room, with more than a dozen pieces of paper scattered on the tea table, and I was still writing at my desk.

Bai Ling said, "what is he drawing?"

Jiang Yilong said, "draw."

Roland put things down. When she heard the painting, she picked up a few pieces of paper with some curiosity. When she looked at the ugly outline left on the paper, she burst into laughter. "Ha ha, elder brother Qi, what kind of painting are you? It's a ghost talisman. Good. Why did you suddenly have this elegant interest? Did you get any stimulation?"

I couldn't deny nodding and saying, "you said it was a ghost talisman, and I dare to have this elegant interest? Song Yu thought of some general outlines and wanted me to draw them down and compare them with the residual pictures. Maybe it's because I painted too ugly. Coupled with Song Yu's incomplete memory, it's almost been drawing all afternoon. He's not satisfied with any of them."

Bai Ling said, "it means Song Yu."

I said, "it's not him. Do you think I'll be so boring?"

Roland said, "do you want me to help?"

Jiang Yilong turned pale and said, "don't make trouble blindly. You see, my little senior brother's sweat is urgent for this. I can't think of the consequences if you make trouble again."

"What do you know?" Roland glared at him and said, "I forgot to tell you that I studied traditional Chinese painting in college. I can't say I have master skills, but I think I can draw at that level."

"Didn't you lie to me?" I suddenly looked up as if I saw hope.

"Trick you into giving sugar?" Roland said.

In the past few hours alone, I have been overwhelmed by Song Yu. At the beginning, I was a little interested. However, after being rejected one after another, I completely had a strong resistance to this arduous task. If I could, I would have quit.

"I can't wait. Come on, you sit here. Now what do I say and how do you draw?"

At the moment, I became the shopkeeper. First Song Yu told me how to draw and what the outline trend was, and then I passed the information directly to Roland. I really didn't see it. Roland is completely practice makes perfect. Not only can I draw the outline on paper completely according to my description, but even the painting style is more than 100 times that of me. At first glance, even with a ballpoint pen, there is still a bit of master style.

"Good, good, this is not a grade." after some description, Roland stopped writing. I quickly took the paper in my hand, looked carefully for a long time, and praised it from time to time.

"No," Song Yu said.

"What, isn't it right?" I said. "It's drawn exactly as you said. Why isn't it right."

Song Yu said, "I know, but after all, the time interval is too long. Mistakes and omissions in some places are inevitable. However, this girl is a better hand than you. Let me think about it again."

I hurriedly said, "elder brother, can you be more reliable? It took you more than half a month to calculate the time and just think about it. I thought it took you so long to really put together the remnant painting into a perfect whole. That's good, that's not right, that's not right. If you go on like this, I can afford time, you can't afford it."

Song Yu said, "I know this better than you."

After stopping for a long time, Song Yu suddenly said, "in order to deepen the impression, go and take out the two residual pictures and put them here. Let me have a closer look."

My helpless response. But finally, when I fully understand Song Yu's so-called look, I regret it. Because he is attached to my body, if he wants to keep looking, I have to keep staring, and I naturally know that I can't see a flower thousands of times

From the afternoon to the evening, I sat on the sofa alone and didn't even have time to pee. However, even if I had tortured myself to cooperate with Song Yu, Song Yu still replied that I had to think again.

However, in the next two days, Song Yu didn't torture me any more. Maybe he had written down every outline and mountain trend of the two remnant paintings in our hands, and then traced the complete pattern with this memory, but a scattered puzzle found the correct key bit by bit.

On the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month, I received a call. Due to the gap between Hu Qingguo and me, I never took the initiative to contact him again, and of course he didn't want to see us again. Besides, I deliberately changed a new number, and the person who knew this number was Zheng Jie.

Zheng Jie made an appointment and said that she would come to pay New Year's greetings to us in advance, because in a few days, she can't spare time for her entertainment to visit relatives and friends.

This time, she made dongweng and invited us to have a big meal in a seafood restaurant. During the meal, Lala used to chat, communicate politely, and communicate with normal friends. Until the end, we had to go our separate ways. I asked her about her personal situation. She recognized my implication and muttered, "it's strange to say. In recent days, I always feel that someone is following me, but I don't find anything when I look back."

Jiang Yilong said, "could it be that you had too much work pressure before?"

Zheng Jie said, "work is work and life is life. I separate the two, so there will never be any pressure."

I said, "did you continue to send someone to keep an eye on Hu Qingguo during this period?"

"It hasn't been broken," said Zheng Jie "By the way, have you been in contact with him recently? Don't blame me for not reminding you. He has a big problem. Two days ago, we got a reliable clue that there was a dark room in his jubaozhai. Some of the dark rooms were fakes, but the other parts were almost all cultural relics and antiques stolen from the ancient tomb. Jubaozhai has been sealed and his old house has been sealed 。”

Hu Qingguo's livelihood is well known in the circle. However, it is only because he has a deep foundation and can afford to manage up and down. However, even so, there are still many people who stand above the interests of the law and the state and are determined to completely disintegrate such black sheep, similar to Zheng Jie. Therefore, it is common sense that jubaozhai is sealed now 。

I asked: "your actions are really like wind and thunder... Since jubaozhai has been sealed, their old house has also been sealed. Have you caught Hu Yixuan, Hu Qingguo and his brother?"

Zheng Jie shook his head and said, "maybe they got the news in advance. When we arrived, the building was empty. According to the clues I got from the customs, Hu Yixuan and his eldest son had taken a flight to Hong Kong as early as the moment before the wanted arrest. Although Hong Kong has returned, it is difficult to do one country, two systems after all."

Jiang Yilong said, "in other words, Hu Qingguo is missing?"

Zheng Jie frowned and said, "yes. By the way, Qi Zhiyuan, you said my disaster before. Is it over now?"