Three days later.
Qindao Liuting Airport.
Lin Yue got into a taxi. He first went to the Municipal Bureau to meet with the director and explained his purpose. After getting permission, he went to the hotel to check in, had something to eat in the restaurant, and then called a taxi to Shinan District.
Lin Yue had been to Qindao before, but that was more than ten years later. There were not many cars on the streets of Qindao in the 1990s. Traffic lights were only at important intersections. Blue and white trams would stop in front of the stop signs for a long time.
The conductor opened the window near the door and told people not to crowd, to get off first and then get up.
The FAW Xiali is not out of date, and the Volkswagen Santana is already a mid- to high-end car. Occasionally, if an Audi drives by, people will stop and give way at a distance.
It has been less than ten years since the reform and opening up, and simplicity is written on the faces of most people.
The car stopped near Badaguan. Lin Yue took out 5 US dollars. The master calculated for a long time to give him change. Lin Yue said "no need" three times before giving up. After he got off the car and walked forward for a while, others chased him.
Came up and asked if I wanted an invoice.
In Qindao in April, the weather is getting warmer and the sun is warm.
Wearing a suit, he walked along the boulevard, attracting curious glances from female tourists from time to time.
He passed through Badaguan from east to west and entered Signal Mountain along the bluestone road. Near the top of the mountain, he saw the target of his trip to Qindao - Ruan Wen.
She was wearing a green coat and a gray gauze scarf, sitting on a small stool with a drawing board in front of her. She held a paint tray in one hand and a brush in the other, painting the beauty of the red tiles, white walls, blue sky and blue sea bit by bit.
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She did not notice Lin Yue's arrival, and Lin Yue did not disturb her.
One is painting and the other is reading.
The person who paints sees the distant scenery, and the person who looks at it sees the person who painted the scenery.
The so-called Badaguan are eight streets named after "Guan". There are many European-style classical buildings in them. They used to be a foreign settlement area. After the liberation, they were opened to the public as a famous scenic spot in Qindao City.
In Ruan Wen's paintings, azure and sea blue are reversed, red tiles and white walls are looming, and the spring peaches on Shaoguan Road seem to be flying.
She is a post-impressionist painter.
The Impressionists are good at using light, shadow and color to construct fresh and vivid works, implanting unforgettable instant impressions in the hearts of the audience. Then the Impressionists will add personal emotions, cognition, and thinking to the paintings, injecting soul into the paintings. Representative figures such as Cezanne, Vann
high.
Lin Yue stood there without making a sound until she finished the last stroke, put down the paint tray and wanted to take a rest, when she suddenly noticed the first visitor to the new painting.
She smiled slightly, showing her beautiful teeth.
Just like the final scene of the movie "Wushuang", her mood is not high, her face is a little pale, and she seems to be intolerant of the spring cold.
She was a little strange, because in the past when she was painting in scenic spots, people often stopped to watch, but when she turned around, most Chinese people would smile and walk away, but some foreigners did not hesitate to praise her.
"Miss Ruan Wen?"
Ruan Wen stood up and closed the lapel of his dark green coat with his hands: "Sir, do you know me?"
Lin Yue stretched out his right hand: "Lin Yue, Royal Canadian Mounted Police, I think Ms. He Weilan should have mentioned my name to you."
"It's Officer Lin. You came here really quickly." Ruan Wen stretched out his hand and shook his hand.
Her hands were a little cold. I don't know whether it was because she had been exposed to the spring cold for too long or because of her personal constitution.
Lin Yue said: "I'm here for the 'painter' thing."
"I know." Ruan Wen pointed towards the stone tables and benches at the back for tourists to rest: "Let's go there to talk."
"good."
Lin Yue walked over and sat down.
"Isn't the 'painter' already arrested?"
More than half a month ago, He Weilan traveled from HK to the northwest just to tell her that the murderer of her fiancé Luo Wen had been caught. But to her, the person was dead, so what was the point of catching the murderer or not.
Lin Yue nodded: "The 'painter' has been arrested, but the story of the 'painter' has not yet been completed. I came here this time just to know more about Li Wen."
"Didn't Officer He tell you? That man used to live next door to my house. If we talk about my impression, the most impressive thing is that he seldom went out and looked at people strangely."
Lin Yuexin said that the person he likes most is you, and the way he looks at you is certainly different.
"Didn't Madam tell you that he always liked you?"
Ruan Wen shook his head.
Lin Yue took out a photo from his pocket: "Do you recognize this person?"
"Officer Lin, are you kidding me?"
The person in the photo was wearing a black trench coat and sunglasses. That was how she dressed when she attended Luo Wen's memorial service. Because she didn't want to be seen looking sad, she kept wearing sunglasses for several hours. I heard that there were several big companies
The directors were quite unhappy about this.
Lin Yue silently put away the photo.
It seems that He Weilan didn't tell her about Li Wen and Wu Xiuqing's dispute with her, but she didn't know whether it was to take care of her feelings, or because she finally heard that Li Wen and she were just neighbors and realized that the confession was all the artist's words.
I was afraid of causing unnecessary misunderstandings, so I didn't explain it to her in detail.
"She is not you, her name is Wu Xiuqing."
Ruan Wen looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"Actually, Li Wen has always liked you. Later, after rescuing Wu Xiuqing in the Golden Triangle, she had plastic surgery to look like you. A month ago, she pretended to be you and went to HK to bail Li Wen out."
Ruan Wen was stunned for a moment, looking hard to accept this.
It took a long time for her to recover, and she forced a smile: "I'm sorry, I've been in China for the past two months and don't know what's going on outside. The last time Officer He came over, he didn't say much. He just asked some questions about Li Wen and left.
Already."
"I think she thought that telling you this would only cause trouble, so she didn't say much."
"Yes, what can we do if we know it? The person is gone." Ruan Wen turned back and glanced at the distant scenery, using this action to cover up the flash of pain on his face.
"I'm sorry about Mr. Luo."
Ruan Wen shook his head: "People cannot be resurrected after death, but the living must continue to live."
She stared blankly at the almost completed painting on the easel, wondering what she was thinking.
"Miss Ruan Wen."
Lin Yue woke her up: "I wonder if Ms. Ruan has any plans to return to Vancouver in the near future?"
"Why do you ask?"
"That's right. If possible, I would like to take a look at the place where you and Li Wen once lived."
"Officer Lin, you don't need to make this trip. I left the room key in the hands of a friend in Vancouver. You can just go back and find him directly."
"So, you haven't sold the house over there yet?"
"After all, this is the place where I have lived for ten years. I always feel that staying here will give me a greater sense of belonging."
"I hope to go to Vancouver with Ms. Ruan. I know this request sounds a bit presumptuous, but the order given to me by my superiors is to find out the whole story of the 'painter' case. As a police officer, I need to know all the information about the criminal and
All kinds of details.”
"I'm sorry, Officer Lin. I have no plans to leave China for the time being. I can't help you with this matter." Ruan Wen said calmly. Although his tone was still friendly, his words were firm.
"Ms. Ruan Wen, helping me complete the investigation is also a comfort to Mr. Luo to a certain extent. I think... how about you think about it again? And as far as I know, you haven't returned to Vancouver for 2 years, so you must have
My friends over there miss you very much."
"Officer Lin, didn't you see me painting?" Ruan Wen raised his head and glanced at the sky: "And I have gotten better in the past six months. When I go back there, I will think of the past."
Nervous~
Lin Yue was at her wits end. She insisted not to return to Vancouver. She couldn't force herself.
To know that Nguyen Van's home is where everything began, and to understand the growth history of the "painter" is an absolutely insurmountable link.
Chapter completed!