Shen Linglu watched her mother stand up from the sofa with tears in her eyes. Probably she had never seen her mother show such a complicated expression, smiling while shedding tears. She was very confused about this and stopped. He laughed loudly, holding a yellow rubber duck in one hand and a mobile phone case with "Zhou Ling" painted on it in the other, looking at his mother with confusion on his face.

But soon she burst out laughing again, "luck, cluck, cluck", and stood on the sofa and spun around in circles, like a wind-up music box, but what Shen Linglu made was not music, but joy. Laughing loudly, she even shouted: "Second Mom...Second Mom..."

"Second mother...Second mother..."

Qi Hui, who was sitting in the restaurant, had already become accustomed to Shen Linglu's incomprehensible address to Shen Youyi, and continued to play with her mobile phone with her head down.

Shen Youyi, or Shen Daoyi, whose eyes were filled with tears, turned to look at Shen Linglu, and said with a smile: "Lu'er, be good, play by yourself for a while, and mom will study this painting..."

Shen Linglu didn't know whether he understood what Shen Daoyi said, so he pinched the little yellow duck and made a "puff, puff" sound.

Shen Daoyi didn't pay much attention to Shen Linglu. She lowered her head to look at the oil painting in her hand and murmured in a low voice: "It's like...like...Dali's "Pensive Rose"?"

Shen Daoyi's hand caressed the picture frame. The slightly mottled paint marks on the picture frame were obviously not the realism that the old-fashioned craftsmanship could achieve. Moreover, the picture frame was quite heavy. Judging from the degree of adhesion of the paint, the picture frame The material should also be very fine. Shen Dao knows a lot about paintings, but he can tell just from the frame that this is definitely not an imitation produced by an ordinary workshop. There is a layer of light on the oil painting, and it is obvious that there is a layer of light embedded in the frame. A thin layer of glass.

Generally speaking, oil paintings do not need to be mounted on glass, because glass will affect the visual appreciation of the painting to a certain extent. Unless it is an older painting, it can be added when considering preservation. For the protection of oil paintings, it is more about the constant temperature and humidity of the overall environment. , less dust and try not to touch the screen.

"It's preserved like an authentic work..." Shen Daoyi chuckled. She turned the oil painting over and glanced at it. She was immediately shocked and her heartbeat began to speed up.

The top of the gold-primed wooden board reads: "Roseméditative" ("Pensive Rose"), while the second line reads Gala-Salvador Dalí (Gala-Salvador Dali), white oak board, 36x28cm.

Third row: Sold for £3,170,500 at Christie's London on March 9, 2011, Jean-Christophe Napoléon (Jean-Christophe Napoléon), followed by a golden bee coat of arms.

The fourth line: Transaction was made at the Palace of Fontainebleau for 10,000,000 euros on December 5, 2020. No information about the transaction person was included.

In addition, there are stencils, stickers and labels, including labels from London art dealer Thomas Agnew Sons and New York gallery Wildenstein Co.

"Is this a joke?....or a surprise!?" Shen Daoyi couldn't help but exclaimed.

Shen Linglu on the side smiled "chuck, chuck, chuck", spinning around on the sofa and repeating in a vague childish voice: "Is this a joke?... Or is it a surprise!?"

"Isn't it too real?" Shen Daoyi said.

Shen Linglu repeated: "Isn't it too real?"

"If...if...it's not a joke..."

Shen Linglu laughed and followed Shen Daoyi and said: "If... if... it's not a joke..."

Shen Daoyi quickly took out her mobile phone. She took out her mobile phone and opened the official website of Christie's. She started searching according to the year and month. Sure enough, she found the transaction record of this "Roseméditative", the amount was exactly 3,170,500 pounds. She I clicked on the introduction again, and it read: "Pensive Rose" was created by the Spanish surrealist painter Salvador Dali. Salvador Dali was one of the most representative painters of the 20th century. And "Pensive Rose" This painting was created in 1958. The entire painting is the same size as an ordinary book, exquisite and beautiful. This year was the year when Salvador Dali and a woman ten years older than him, Yelena Dmitrievna-Diakonova (Gala) After being in love for 29 years, the lovers finally got married and created this as a memorial. Dali once said: "I love you more than my parents, money and Picasso. Gala, the reason why I paint is For your sake, these paintings are also made with your blood. Therefore, from now on, I decided to sign our names together, Gala Salvador Dali." This is the signature on the back "Gala -The origin of Salvador Dalí.

When you see this painting, you may be able to feel Dali's strong love for Gala from the rose without thorns and the teardrops. This is Dali's review of the 29-year relationship with Gala, his muse in this life. a kind of meditation.

Just like the name of this painting, "Pensive Rose", an eternal rose from 1958.

Shen Linglu was still dancing on the sofa with unknown meaning, and the joyful cry like silver bells echoed in the cramped living room, mixed with the soft music, forming an overture about the sunset. Shen Daoyi put down his mobile phone, trembling Then he lifted up the book-sized painting, and the warm rays of the setting sun shone in, rendering the painting extremely bright. It was like standing in the boundless desert in the painting, holding the man's hand. Standing in front of the oasis, she can clearly see the details of each petal, and can see the dewdrops the size of tears deposited on the complex texture. She can appreciate the sunset over the Gobi, the glow and rays of light that smear the blue sky. The glow outside the window merges into one piece. When you close your eyes, you seem to feel the scalding heat waves.

The tears were more turbulent than the water of the Xiang River in the distance. She hugged the painting tightly in her arms and closed her eyes. At this moment, the memory in her mind seemed to be stirred up by the painting in a violent whirlpool. , every wave in the whirlpool is a long-lasting painting.

She stood in front of the blackboard and drew a chalk drawing of "The Mermaid" imitating Gustam Klimt's "The Goldfish"; she stood in the classroom, and the sandals and dark clouds outside the window merged into one, and the raindrops were pattering. Knocking on the window lattice, Cheng Mo drew a very childish robot cat; she was standing under the teaching building wearing rock climbing clothes, the dark clouds in the sky reflected the lights of the city, Cheng Mo raised the flashlight, and colorful butterflies came from all over the place. The graffiti they completed together came to mind...

For Shen Daoyi, this kind of memory is far more complicated than a painting. She stroked the frame, and every memory was linked to the temperature, smell and indescribable touch.

More real than a dream.

Shen Daoyi's crying became louder and louder until it turned into a howl. Shen Linglu stopped dancing and singing and turned to look down at his mother in confusion, as if wondering why her mother could cry so loudly. , yet her expression was so happy.

Just when Shen Linglu was in a daze, Shen Dao held Shen Linglu in his arms and took the painting together.

Hug tightly.

"It must be your dad! It must be your dad!"

Hearing her mother's extremely excited voice, Shen Linglu laughed again. She repeated in her mother's arms: "It must be your dad! It must be your dad!"

Shen Daoyi stood up slightly and pressed his forehead against Shen Linglu's little head, "Little fool, it's your father..."

Shen Linglu blinked his big flashing eyes and said in a sweet voice: "Little fool, it's your dad..."

Shen Daoyi was so angry that he said angrily: "If you still want to learn, I will spank you!"

Shen Linglu straightened up and covered his butt drum with a little yellow duck, "Second mother, I don't want to spank... I don't want to spank..." Shen Dao wiped his tears and relaxed. Shen Linglu opened the door and carefully placed the painting on the glass coffee table. She held her daughter's little hand and first flipped through the kraft paper packaging the oil painting. She didn't see any mailing information, so she picked up her phone and found the editor-in-chief Chi. Xia Xia's cell phone, as soon as the call was connected, she couldn't wait to say: "Hello! Sister Xia... I'm Nanxi..."

"Well! Teacher Nanxi, is something wrong?"

"It's like this. I received a painting with no mailing information written on it. I want to ask where it was sent from!"

"A painting?"

"Yes, a painting, wrapped in beige kraft paper. It's not very big, about the same size as a book..."

“There’s no mailing information on it?”

"No."

"Wait a minute, I'll ask."

"good."

As soon as Shen Dao hung up the phone, her heart was beating fast. Suddenly she remembered that she had not explained clearly. She immediately picked up the phone tremblingly, dialed Chi Xia's number again, and said solemnly: "Sister Xia, this matter It's very important, please help me ask now."

"Is it important?"

"Very...very...important!"

Chi Xia said with a "haha" smile: "Isn't it a gift from an old lover?"

Shen Daoyi was silent for a moment and said, "I'm not an old lover..."

Chi Xia explained sheepishly: "I was just kidding."

"It's my little lover..." Shen Dao said with a smile.

Chi Xia said: "I didn't expect Teacher Nanxi to joke."

Shen Daoyi said: "I'm waiting for your news."

"Okay, okay, I'll ask now."

As soon as Shen Dao put down the phone and hugged Shen Linglu again, he sat on the coffee table and stared at the phone waiting. The sunset began to sink, and the light and shadow in the room also sank. Shen Dao didn't say a word, and Shen Linglu couldn't be held in his arms. He couldn't move, but he didn't make any fuss. He just turned around and looked at the phone case with "Zhou Ling" painted on it. The light darkness gradually occupied the living room, the neon lights lit up, and the colorful lights flickered on the wall, like sculptures. Sitting upright, Shen Dao's face changed, like an abstract painting.

When the phone rang, she seemed like a living person. She quickly picked up the phone, but every time it was either spam text messages or push messages from various software. Finally, Chi Xia finally called, but it was the responsible person Xiao Jiang, who received the package, went home early for the holidays and his phone was turned off.

Shen Daoyi's mind was buzzing, and she asked eagerly: "Can anyone contact Xiao Jiang? Or does anyone know where her home is?"

"If the phone is turned off, there should be no way to contact him. Xiao Jiang is from the Northeast... I have to check Haer Bing's... home address..."

"Okay, please check it out and tell me."

Chi Xia smiled and said, "Are you planning to come to our door?"

Shen Daoyi answered without hesitation: "Yes."

"No need, maybe she will turn it on tomorrow."

"I don't want to wait a minute." Shen Daoyi said.

Chi Xia was stunned on the other end of the phone for a long time before saying, "I'll check... I'll check..."

Shen Daoyi hung up the phone and started to use the software to check the flight information from Star City to Harbin, but at this point there was no longer any flight to Harbin. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then started Check the flight information from Beijing to Harbin. There are flights from Beijing, but when she flies from Star City to Beijing, she won't be able to catch up.

She quickly stood up and shouted: "Xiao Hui, call Dandan and pack your things. We will go to the capital immediately."

Qi Hui's surprised inquiry came from the room: "Now?"

"Now."

Qi Hui walked out of the room and asked, "Don't you have to rest until the end of the year during the holiday?"

Shen Daoyi hugged Shen Linglu and said, "It's a bit urgent."

Qi Hui didn't ask any more questions, walked back to the room, and said a few words to another bodyguard Li Dandan who was surfing the Internet in the room. Soon the two of them were ready and came to the living room. Qi Hui had never seen the always calm Shen Dandan. Youyi has never been as flustered as now.

It was as if he had changed into another person. The box with the plastic protective cover was placed casually on the high and low bed. Clothes were thrown randomly in the box. Even Shen Linglu's clothes were not folded, and there were other things he usually put there. The neat storage boxes were placed randomly. After they were full, they knelt on the boxes and closed them forcefully, regardless of how they would be crushed.

As soon as Shen Dao lifted the box off the bed, picked up Shen Linglu and said hurriedly: "You can go."

Qi Hui caught a glimpse of Shen Linglu's pom-pom woolen hat lying on the bed and reminded: "The hat..."

"Oh... hat... hat..." Shen Dao, who walked to the door of the room, immediately turned around and casually put the hat on Shen Linglu's head, but Shen Linglu waved it himself. Put your hat on with your little hands.

Seeing that Shen Youyi was so panicked, Qi Hui reminded him: "Have you brought your ID card?"

"Yes! Yes, ID card..." Shen Daoyi handed Shen Linglu to Qi Hui and started to look for it in his leather satchel.

Qi Hui, who was holding Shen Linglu, shook her head. Shen Youyi usually reminded them of things like this.

"It's in the bag." Shen Daoyi breathed a sigh of relief, pulled the box and followed Qi Hui who turned around and walked into the living room.

Qi Hui and Li Dandan didn't have much, they only had one travel bag each, so Qi Hui helped Shen Youyi pull the suitcase, and Shen Daoyi hugged Shen Linglu. The four of them quickly left the room and entered the elevator. Qi Hui asked, "Are you taking the subway?" , or take a taxi? "

Usually when the publishing house reimburses travel expenses, Shen Youyi will take a taxi because subway tickets cannot be reimbursed. If travel expenses are not reimbursed, Shen Youyi will choose to take the subway.

"No." Shen Daoyi shook his head, "Take my car and park it in the parking lot!"

Qi Hui looked at Shen Youyi in shock again. For Shen Youyi, who had always been diligent and frugal, such behavior was considered a luxury. She guessed that something earth-shattering must have happened, but Qi Hui didn't know what happened. Good to ask.

The four of them went directly to the underground parking lot and found Shen Youyi's dusty Mini. Qi Hui took the key from Shen Daoyi and got in the car, while Li Dandan put all the luggage in the trunk. Soon The Mini quickly drove out of the basement and started heading towards the airport.

Not long before the basement was opened, Shen Daoyi received Chi Xia's WeChat message. She sent Xiao Jiang's mobile phone number and home address, and told Shen Youyi not to worry. She had already found someone and was trying to contact her through other means. Xiao Jiang came. Shen Dao replied "Okay" and told Chi Xia that she had already bought a ticket to the capital. If there was no news about Xiao Jiang after getting off the plane, she would go straight to the train station and take the train. Erbing.

Chi Xia sent another voice message to persuade Shen Dao. Seeing that it had no effect, she said she would contact him more closely.

Shen Daoyi hurried to the airport and ate a KFC meal at the airport that he would never eat at ordinary times. This made Shen Linglu very happy. He happily boarded the plane that he usually hated taking. The plane left at ten o'clock in the evening. Arriving at the Capital International Airport on time. Shen Daoyi turned on his mobile phone immediately, and Chi Xia told her that there was still no news about Xiao Jiang. Shen Daoyi did not waste time and immediately took a taxi to the train station to catch the last night train. Departure at 11 o'clock on D29.
To be continued...