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I stared at the painting on Qin Shana's phone, I only felt that her so-called famous painting was just a brush dipped in ink and casually painting twice, I couldn't tell how good it was at all. It was completely different from the paintings I saw from those famous paintings I had seen at the exhibition previously, I even started to suspect if there was something wrong with my understanding of this painting, or if this painter called Qin Shana was really bad with her painting.

"What do you think?" Qin Shana said with a complacent look, "I know that youngsters like you usually don't understand."

Perhaps I really do not understand the field of Chinese painting.

"Yeah, you drew really well." I said in the end.

Qin Shana looked at me and said, "You youngsters should still look at better things. There are too many messed up things on the market right now, and all of your aesthetics have been ruined."

I nodded in agreement.

"I'll show you something else." Qin Shana said as she looked around, as if she was looking for something.

"What are you looking for?" I carefully looked at Qin Shana, because she looked a little scary.

"My portfolio is gone." "It must have been stolen by someone. When I was on the plane, I saw a few people staring at me, I guessed that they must have recognized me, so they took my bag away when I wasn't paying attention."

I looked at Qin Shana with a slight headache, and calmly asked, "Are you sure your bag is no longer here?"

Qin Shana glared at me and said, "Of course I'm sure, how can I not recognize my own work?"

I helplessly looked at Qin Shana, then told the driver to turn around, and continuously comforted Qin Shana at the same time. I asked, "What does that bag of yours look like? The last time you saw it, where was it? "

Qin Shana closed her eyes and thought, "It's at the airport."

I sighed in my heart and said, "Okay, then we'll go back and find it immediately."

Qin Shana nodded her head, at the same time, she started muttering some words, and said, "Those paintings were all my hard work, what if someone else took them away? I am a famous painter, I have received many awards, if they were to fight with me, your company must definitely help me."

As I consoled Qin Shana, I thought that she shouldn't lose it. After all, the so-called Chinese painting she drew was more like an abstract painting.

"Did you leave your bag on the plane?" I asked Qin Shana, "Wait a moment, do you want to go in with me?"

"Yes." Qin Shana said, "We still have to adjust the monitoring to see who took my things."

"Alright." I patted Qin Shana's shoulder and said, "Give me the plane ticket, I want to see the actual flight number."

The car soon drove back to the airport and Qin Shana and I got off the car together. She looked really anxious, and I think it was because I didn't understand her art that I felt that her drawings were too abstract.

Qin Shana and I was planning to split up to look for her, but at this moment, she suddenly pulled me back.

"Sorry, I suddenly want to go to the toilet." Qin Shana said, "Maybe the food we ate before we boarded the plane was not clean."

"Then go." I nodded. "Give me the plane ticket, and I'll go to the luggage area to look for the staff. If you can't find me, then just wait for me there. I'll call you on your cell phone. Don't go anywhere." I patted her shoulder and said, "Anyway, don't worry, I'll definitely find your painting. I know how important my work is to an artist."

After hearing what I said, Qin Shana was a little touched. She shook my hand a little and then turned around to go to the bathroom.

I immediately ran to the luggage office. At first, the staff didn't want me to go in, so I explained the reason why he wanted me to go in there.

At this moment, I saw that there were a lot of people gathered around where I had picked up my luggage. It was probably another plane landing.

I squeezed into the crowd and carefully searched for the bag Qin Shana described to me, but I couldn't find it. I looked around and saw that the people around were getting fewer and fewer, and they were all carrying their luggage as they walked, making me more and more anxious.

Maybe they did. At the moment, there was no one by my side. There was only a small white suitcase that was still revolving, and the white suitcase was very exquisite. There was even a very cute sticker on the top, but it wasn't Qin Shana's suitcase.

I should ask the staff. I stood up and walked over to the staff.

But at this time, I saw a staff member talking to a person from far away. I could see very clearly that the person's bag that was currently in that person's hand was Qin Shana's bag.

I quickly walked over to her. I wanted to thank her personally. From my angle, I could only see her profile. I couldn't help but feel that this person was a bit familiar. Was she someone I knew?

I suddenly felt uneasy. Who was that person?

At the moment, I was walking faster and faster, as if I wanted to run. I didn't know why, but I suddenly had a feeling in my heart that I had to see her face.

But just as we were about to reach her, she had already turned around and left. I wanted to chase her, but was worried that the employee would take Qin Shana's bag away, so I called out to her from behind, "Please wait a moment."

I don't know if it was because my voice was too low or for some other reason, but the person didn't stop. She disappeared into the crowd, and I couldn't find her again.

Looking at the crowd that was rushing past me, I finally smiled helplessly and turned to speak to the staff member.

"Hello, this bag is mine." I said to the staff member, at the same time, I handed over the plane ticket in my hands, "There's a drawing inside, it's drawn by a person called Qin Shana."

The staff looked at me suspiciously. He spoke a few more words with me, asked a few questions, and passed the bag to me.

I lifted the small canvas bag and looked at the crowded airport, thinking again about the woman.

If fate wills it, they would meet again.

I carried my bag back to the taxi, where Qin Shana was already sitting inside. When she saw me, her eyes lit up, and she looked at me as if she really wanted to take the bag away from me.

"Thank you. Next time, I'll give you a painting." Qin Shana said.

"You're welcome." I looked at Qin Shana's face and said, seeing how she looked like as if she had gotten back her treasure, that she truly thought she had drawn very well, I couldn't help but ask, "When did you start learning to draw? Teacher Qin. "

Qin Shana laughed and said, "I started to learn when I was about 40, there are no teachers that teach themselves, their relatives all think that I drew pretty good, some friends even came to buy my paintings." She had a big smile on her face as she said, "The person who came to work with my husband insisted on buying my painting before he returned. I wouldn't sell it even if I didn't want to."

My heart skipped a beat, and I asked, "What does your husband do?"