"I don't care, I'm very dissatisfied with this painting anyway, so I won't pay for it!" The man pulled the corner of his clothes out of his hands, rushed into the crowd and ran away.
As he fled, a piece of white paper slowly fell to the ground. On the paper, Hao Ran drew a fat man. His facial features and figure were eighty-nine times similar to the real person.
Everyone comforted the young man: "Zhang Laosan is a scoundrel. He doesn't have two coins in his hand. How can he spend money to buy paintings? Don't paint for him next time."
The young master didn't say anything. He lowered his head to pick up the left portrait. A little fat hand picked it up before him.
"Brother, your painting."
The owner of the little chubby hand is a round-faced little girl, very cute.
At first glance, she looked like a girl from a wealthy family, which was completely different from a poor man like him who sold paintings on the street.
The young man glanced at her, shook his head, and said with a lonely expression, "I don't want it anymore, and I can't exchange it for money, so what's the use of keeping it."
"But this painting is very beautiful." Meng Qixue held the edge of the paper and was reluctant to throw it away, "How about you sell it to me. That fool doesn't want it, so I want it."
As she said that, she turned around and handed the painting to Shen Qingqing, took out her purse and bent down to count the coins.
Shen Qingqing looked at the extremely ugly face of the man in the painting, with a somewhat complicated mood, "My dear, can you tell mother, what are you going to do with this painting?"
Don't tell her to stay at home. Facing such a face every day may give her nightmares.
Meng Qixue blinked her eyes and said strangely: "As a gift to my eldest brother, let him hang this painting on an arrow target and make two hundred holes a day to kill him!"
There was a burst of laughter from behind, and the young man, who was as rigid as a little old man, was smiling like a flower in the pond or a willow by the river.
Meng Qixue turned around in surprise, her voice as cheerful as the chirping of a bird, "Brother, you smile, you look so pretty."
The young man blushed suddenly, tilted his head in embarrassment, and whispered: "That painting is a gift from me. If you have time, I can paint a small portrait for you."
Meng Qixue immediately looked back at Shen Qingqing and Meng Yuan, "Do you have time?"
"Yes, you can draw. Your father and I will take a walk around here." Shen Qingqing waved her hands, feeling happy.
Meng Qixue dragged the little horse to sit in front of the young man, "Okay, you can draw."
The young man looked at the face so close and blushed even more, "You step back, you are too close to hold the pen."
"Oh." Meng Qixue nodded obediently, then dragged Xiao Mazha back a few steps, "Are you okay now?"
"good."
"Brother wants to make me look better."
"Um."
"Brother, will you still be painting here tomorrow?"
"exist."
"Then I will come to you to paint tomorrow. There are so many people in my family, and it would take a month to finish each painting if you give one to each person."
The young man smiled and said nothing, thinking to himself, this is a very happy little girl.
One of them drew quietly, the other talked, and after burning incense, a simple portrait was completed.
The little girl in the painting is sitting quietly on the pony, holding her chin with one hand and playing with the pink velvet flowers on her head with the other hand. Her face is flushed, like a New Year doll, well-behaved and cute.
Meng Qixue liked this painting very much. Before she left, she expressed her feelings to the young man and told him: "I will come to you to paint again tomorrow, but you must wait for me!"
The young man stood behind the crowd and waved to her, with a smile on his young face.
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Maybe she was in a good mood after eating too much delicious food. Shen Qingqing slept very soundly that night, and woke up the next day feeling refreshed and not sleepy at all.
As soon as breakfast was served, Meng Qixue, who was wearing red clothes, red trousers, and a red headband, came over to call for someone. Seeing that Meng Yuan was still wearing his usual cyan clothes, she suddenly became unhappy, "Dad, why don't you change into new ones?"
Clothes? Today is a great day for the opening of your daughter’s clothing store!”
Meng Yuan's expression was cold, "That color doesn't suit me." Why wear red if you're not getting married?
"Why doesn't it suit me? Dad looks great in red. It matches my mother in red the best."
Meng Yuan stopped picking up vegetables and turned his head to look at Shen Qingqing. His girl was dressed in red and had a slim figure, which was particularly enchanting.
The word "not" turned into: "Let's change after dinner."
Shen Qingqing held the bowl and giggled, teasing: "A certain person is really the best in what he says and what he means."
When the family of three dressed up and went out, the Ning family and the Qi family were waiting outside. Looking around, everything was bright red.
Meng Yuan was very glad that he had made the right decision, otherwise it would have been really eye-catching to see a green dress pop out among a bunch of red.
Meng Qixue had already become familiar with the two families, so she ran over with small steps, and called her brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts around before setting off for the new store.
After arriving at the place, Shen Qingqing only helped set off firecrackers and then found an excuse to leave, because there were too many customers in the store, and everyone was so noisy that they couldn't stay any longer.
It happened that she was still thinking about the eight-hole soul-inducing lamp, so she and Meng Yuan took advantage of this time to visit Chen's house to see if there would be any unexpected gains.
The body at the front entrance of Chen's house had been cleaned up, but the blood was still there. After two days of fermentation, it exuded a strong stench. Shen Qingqing almost vomited before entering the door.
Meng Yuan raised his hand to cover her mouth and nose, and asked, "Where is your mask?"
"It's in the bag." Shen Qingqing quickly took out the mask and covered herself tightly. She had no choice but to worry about her nose being too sensitive.
The situation inside the Chen family was basically the same as that on the day of the incident. The yard was empty and there was no one around.
Shen Qingqing was rummaging around while muttering: "I remember that there were some Chen family members who escaped early that day, but no one came back? Especially the ancestor of the Chen family, who doesn't want his family anymore?"
I was talking vigorously with righteous thoughts when my arm was pulled down.
Meng Yuan's eyebrows almost turned into knots, "It smells bad."
Shen Qingqing subconsciously pulled down the mask and took a breath. Just once, she was almost sent away, "Damn, what does this smell like? It's too smelly!"
"It smells like a corpse, but also like a sour smell."
"Forget it, stop smelling it and just go find it." Shen Qingqing tightened her mask and pulled him forward.
The two of them groped all the way due to the smell, and finally reached the attic on the top of the mountain.
There were more than a dozen corpses piled up where the bed was originally placed. The corpses were wearing gray Taoist robes unified by the Chen family. There were no external injuries on their bodies. Their heads were inflated like balloons, revealing the intricate black blood vessels inside, as if they would explode instantly with a slight poke.
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Shen Qingqing imagined the scene of black blood splattering and brain exploding, and her stomach began to churn again.
Meng Yuan threw away the bamboo stick and retreated, saying solemnly: "These people must have been poisoned to death, their blood is black, and the smell is also emitted by the black blood."
"According to Qi Sheng's temperament, he would have drawn the knife on the spot if he wanted to kill anyone. There was no need to poison him at all, so they must have been killed by someone else."
Shen Qingqing raised his eyes and looked at the neatly arranged lamps on the altar table, frowned and said, "Is that the ancestor of the Chen family who just woke up?"