"You, why did you find this painting..." the old man murmured to himself, looking back at Qi Lingyang, feeling a little strange.

Everyone said that Cao Cao was here. As soon as he mentioned the painter, Su Xiang found his paintings.

Qi Lingyang also looked at the old man and walked towards Su Xiang. The old man stood on the side with his hands behind his back, watching Su Xiang unpacking the paper, pointed, and looked up and slowly said to Qi Lingyang: "He is the painter who was with Chen Yan back then. Alas..." The old man sighed and shook his head, glanced at Su Xiang again, feeling a sense of fate.

Qi Lingyang and Su Xiang's eyes met, and both of them looked shaking. In order to prevent Old Man He from noticed something strange, both of them remained silent. Su Xiang endured the surging excitement in her chest and her fingers were trembling.

The painter who was with Chen Yan back then was named Ye Cheng? So, what happened to Yan Lin? Is she her friend? Did she make a mistake?

No matter what, Su Xiang calmly breathed, unveiled the last piece of paper, and presented an exquisite painting in front of her. Under the soft light, the painting seemed to become gentle, making people feel warm and lively.

Su Xiang looked at the painting with breathing intently. It was not moving for a long time. The old man saw it and thought Su Xiang was amazed by the painting. A shrewd light flashed in his eyes. He coughed lightly and said, "It seems that Miss Su has a crush on this painting."

Su Xiang did not respond to him, but continued to look at the painting, and was completely unable to take his eyes off the painting.

The structure of the painting is very special. A bouquet of ginger flowers is held by a pair of soft hands. The flowers cover the woman's face. Only a pair of bright smiling eyes can be seen from the gap between the flowers, as if the flowers are her, she is the flower.

Eyes...Mother...

Even though there is no smoke in this world, she has always remembered those smiling eyes.

Su Xiang couldn't help but reach out and touched the eyes. When she was about to touch them, the old man suddenly called her and said, "Don't, don't touch them."

The old man looked excited, his body half-squatted reflexively, stretched out his hands forward to make a stopping action. Su Xiang was suddenly startled and looked at the old man in shock. The old man immediately said, "The paint on this painting is not ordinary paint." After saying that, he looked at the painting with a look of looking at the baby.

Su Xiang looked down and saw that although it was old, it was only more than 30 years ago compared to those antique paintings. The color was as new as new, and there was no special thing. The old man squatted down and pointed to the flower and said, "At that time, Ye Cheng graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts and studied ancient painting pigments. All his paintings were made up by himself."

Su Xiang was silent. When she heard others telling the story of that person, she didn't dare to breathe loudly, for fear of missing a word. She had studied Chinese painting and had some art skills. She knew that some people would mix paints by themselves when they were obsessed with paintings, and some even grind them into powder with gems, so there were paintings that had never faded for thousands of years.

Su Xiang didn't know what raw materials Ye Cheng used to make such a color, but it must have been carefully developed by him.

The woman above is his favorite. But why did he entrust such a precious painting to such a greasy old man for sale?

Su Xiang asked in his heart, calmly looked up at the old man, and said calmly: "Oh? So this Ye Cheng is so talented. But why did his paintings be placed here? Also, according to this person's talent, he should not be unknown. Why have I never heard of it?"

The old man took off the chair and sat down, with regret again on his face. He said, "Hey, it's all the same word love..."

He looked at Su Xiang, as if he was afraid, and closed his mouth. Su Xiang and Qi Lingyang looked at each other. She was the daughter of Su Mingdong and Chen Yan, and the old man probably cared about this.

Su Xiang smiled faintly and said, "You don't have to avoid any taboos. I also like to listen to the stories of talented men and beautiful women."

The old man grinned and smiled and said, "Ms. Su is also fate to pick this painting. The person in this painting is your mother Chen Yan. I guess Miss Su recognized it just now, right?"

Su Xiang inherited Chen Yan's eyes, and when she smiled, her eyes were as curved as the moon, watery and clear, almost the same as the ones in the painting.

The old man turned to look at the painting, as if he was feeling emotion, and said again: "It was just that you found it. I haven't read it for many years, and I almost forgot... Destiny, fate..."

Su Xiang looked at him, pursed her lips, and took the opportunity to ask: "Since this painting is related to my mother and she is no longer alive. As a child, since she knows that there is such a past, Mr. He would like to say more, so that I can understand her past."

The old man looked at her, pondered for a while, nodded and said happily: "Well, you are Chen Yan's daughter, and it's okay to want to know."

"Ye Cheng and Chen Yan were very loving couples many years ago. They were a handsome man and beautiful woman. At that time, in China, they were still in the early stages of art. Ye Cheng was full of confidence and yearned for the art palace. Chen Yan studied classical art, and the two worked together and studied together. At that time, Ye Cheng's agent was Chen Yan."

Su Xiang frowned slightly, and you can imagine the scene of the two loving each other and supporting each other. Ye Cheng was just starting out and had no fame, Chen Yan knew how to draw but had no connections, so he helped sell everywhere, and the two of them went on a stroll together.

"... Later, Chen Yan met Su Mingdong, your father at an appreciation meeting. At that time, Chen Yan wanted to push out Ye Cheng's paintings, but it laid the root of their separation in the future..."

The old man slowly said another sentence, to worry about Su Xiang, and those words were also very obscure and implicit, but Su Xiang could get a message from his words.

More than 30 years ago, the domestic awareness of artworks was not as popular as it is now. The group gatherings of appreciation associations were mostly high-ranking people or high-technicians. Chen Yan attended such gatherings, thinking that there was one more way, but he did not expect that he provoked a wolve and caused her to have a tragedy with the painter.

Su Xiang has learned about the stories that followed from Qi Haipeng and Su Run, and is almost the same as what the old man said.

Su Xiang looked at the old man in front of him who was immersed in the past and asked softly: "What about you, who are you?"

"Later Chen Yan married Su Mingdong, what about that painter? Chen Yan is no longer his agent, why did he hand over his paintings to you?"

Ye Cheng handed the painting over to him, so he must have trusted it very much. Is this old man still in touch with Ye Cheng?

Su Xiang had a little hope in her heart and looked at him with a burning look.

The old man touched the goatee and said in a heavy tone: "I studied under a mentor with him, and I am his senior brother. However, I knew that I lacked talent, so I did not continue to draw. In that era, for most people, buying four-piece sets at home was the goal, and who had the intention to buy a painting for the painter."

The old man sneered, as if he disagreed with Ye Cheng's intention to pursue art at that time: "But it is not possible in China, but there are people who understand art abroad and are very interested in Chinese painting. At that time, I made some achievements in the industry. When I returned to China, I heard about Ye Cheng."

"Ye Cheng was determined to become famous, but he didn't expect Chen Yan to leave him. This hit him a big blow, but his ideals did not change. I took his paintings and took them out for sale."

Su Xiang saw his eyes bright on the old man's face, showing a very proud look. I think Ye Cheng's paintings brought him many benefits, but Qi Haipeng clearly stated that Ye Cheng was not famous. Could it be that Guan used the name of other famous painters? Or because the old man sold the paintings to foreigners, there was no response in China?

Su Xiang: "But..."

The old man seemed to know what she wanted to say and said, "Don't get me wrong. I know Ye Cheng wanted to become famous, and he was eager to become famous. During those ten years, he painted like crazy day and night. How could he allow me to sell his paintings in the name of others?"

Su Xiang let out a sigh of relief, then it was the latter, and the old man sold Ye Cheng's painting to foreigners.

Wait, in those ten years?

She frowned slightly, her eyes moved slightly, and her mind changed.

Ye Cheng was forced to marry Chen Yan by Su Mingdong, so he was more eager to become famous and accumulate wealth. He wanted to quickly gain a certain social status so that he could take Chen Yan back. So, ten years later, he came back and wanted to take Chen Yan away, but he didn't expect that Su Mingdong would still be awakened.

Su Run said that on that day, when Chen Yan was taken home by Su Mingdong, he had blood on his body, that was that Su Mingdong injured Ye Cheng, maybe... he killed him?

Thinking of this, Su Xiang's heart trembled and looked up at Qi Lingyang. Qi Lingyang shook her head gently, and used his eyes to signal her to calm down first.

Su Xiang took a light breath and said, "What happened later? Logically speaking, the domestic environment improved later, and more and more people knew about art. If Ye Cheng continued like this, he would definitely become famous. Why is there no news?"

The old man showed a look of regret again, touched the frame with his fingers, and shook his head and said, "I don't know. I lost contact with him for a long time. One day, he suddenly came to me, handed the painting to me, and asked me to give him a lot of money. At that time, he seemed to have suffered serious injuries and was very haggard. Later, he disappeared, and since then, I have never seen him again..."

Su Xiang opened her lips slightly, suppressing her back when she wanted to say something.

Ye Cheng was injured and didn't even want Chen Yan's paintings. He loved Chen Yan so much, would he be willing to do so? Or was Su Mingdong used some tricks that made him penniless and could only sell paintings?

Su Mingdong took a ruthless move on him. He probably took the money and stayed away from here. But he could come back to find Chen Yan for ten years, so why didn't he appear again?

After being exposed to too much information at once, Su Xiang was upset and her mind was noisy. She calmed down and asked, "But, since Ye Cheng's painting can be sold at a high price, why do you still keep this painting and not sell it?"

The old man said, "This painting is his own treasure and the only painting he left with me. With Ye Cheng's talent, I believe that when he comes out again, he will become famous. I think that when he is ready to sell it. You know, once all painters become famous, their early paintings are very valuable. However, he never appears again, disappears, and has no trace at all."

The old man shrugged his shoulders and could hear that he had searched for him, but he could never find this person again.

Su Xiang and Qi Lingyang looked at each other. After hearing the story of the old man, they should leave. Qi Lingyang smiled and said, "Since Su Xiang is destined to be with this painting, please ask Mr. He to collect it privately. I want this painting."

The old man's shrewd eyes flashed, and wrinkles from the corners of his eyes were squeezed out. His chubby cheeks were shining brightly under the light. He wrote a string of numbers on the torn cover paper and said with a smile: "I have never encountered such a fate in this industry for so many years. Since the person in the painting is Miss Su's mother, he has returned to the original owner."

Qi Lingyang looked at the string of numbers, raised his eyebrows slightly, a very high number. He nodded and recognized it without blinking. A painting has received so much information, which is worth it.

He said, "Sir, please wrap the painting carefully again, and thank you first."

The old man sold the painting at a high price, and naturally couldn't help but feel happy. He asked his subordinates to carefully wrap the painting. Qi Lingyang thought of something and asked, "Sir, have anyone else seen this painting?"

The old man was stunned and shook his head and said, "This painting has been put on hold except when I moved when I changed the venue."

Speaking of this, he exhaled and thought that the person might come back, so he kept it intentionally, even if he comes back in the future, he will not be able to see him.

Su Xiang turned his head and looked at Qi Lingyang. His palm was pressed against her shoulders and took her out first. The old man smiled and looked at the painting that was being repackaged, as if he was looking at a box of RMB.

When Su Xiang walked to the stairs, she suddenly paused. She turned around and said, "By the way, old man, do you know Yan Lin and Mr. Yan?"

"Hmm?" The old man showed a very confused expression on his face, "Who did you say?"

Don't know each other... Su Xiang shook her head, squeezed and said with a smile: "It's okay."

...

In the car, Su Xiang was worried. She had been using Yan Lin as her father, but now there was another Ye Cheng, and she was in chaos. She needed to think about it carefully.

Pearl was tired and fell asleep quietly in her arms. I didn't know what I dreamed of, and her little mouth opened slightly and smiled sweetly, and her little head arched towards her. Su Xiang came to her senses, hugged the little girl and changed into a comfortable position, and looked up and saw Fu Ying's black eyes silently looking at her.

Su Xiang touched his head and asked softly: "Are you tired?"

Fu Ying shook his head and asked in a low voice against her arm, "Are you unhappy? Is that painting expensive?"

Did you buy expensive paintings, so you feel distressed?

Su Xiang touched his beautiful eyes and said, "I'm not unhappy. My mother bought a priceless painting today, so she had more ideas."

"Oh..." Fu Ying nodded, thinking to himself what the priceless paintings should look like, are they better than the paintings of famous artists at the art exhibition?

"Can I take a look?" he asked.

Su Xiang looked at the little guy with a serious and pious look on his face. When he was born, Chen Yan was gone. The child had never seen her, his grandmother.

Su Xiang said gently: "Of course, you will definitely like it."

When he returned to Xiangyuan, Pearl was sent to the children's room to sleep. Before Fu Ying's homework was finished, Su Xiang asked him to write his homework first. In the studio, Ye Cheng's painting was placed on her desk. Qi Lingyang looked at the painting with his eyes down. Hearing Su Xiang's footsteps, he turned to look over. Su Xiang walked in and stood by the table. The two of them looked at the painting together.

Su Xiang said: "Yan Lin, Ye Cheng, what do you think of these two people?"

Qi Lingyang took out a piece of paper from the printer and handed it to her and said, "You can take a look at this first."

Su Xiang picked it up and looked at it. It was about Nanxing Company. More than 20 years ago, the founder was Yan Lin in Malaysia.

Qi Lingyang said: "After listening to Old Man He's words and this painting, do you think Ye Cheng and Yan Lin are just two people who have something to do with each other?"

Su Xiang said: "What do you think?"

Qi Lingyang carried the office chair and the rollers made a slight sound on the floor. He asked Su Xiang to sit on it, while he half sat on the desk. He said, "A man was seriously injured and his beloved woman was not successfully taken away. Su Mingdong would not let him go, but he was deeply humiliated and his hatred would only deepen."

"Change your name and surname, change your appearance, and revenge that has been dormant for more than 20 years. How likely do you think is this?"

Su Xiang's arm rested on the handrail, grabbed the soft skin on it, slowly flexed her fingers and said, "Do you think he sold the painting to Old Man He at that time and went to Malay, and used that amount of money to regroup. In order to avoid Su Mingdong and to implement his plan, he changed his name and changed his face. When he returned, he would have to repay it a hundred times?"

Qi Lingyang nodded, looked at the information and said, "The time when Nanxing Company was established was only two years apart from the time when Ye Cheng disappeared, so I have reason to doubt it. The painter was Ye Cheng, and Yan Lin."
To be continued...