dhibooks Chapter 33 Abnormal
Chapter 33 Abnormal
"Continuing the past and ushering in the future"... Carrying on the past and ushering in the future.
Standing in front of this painting, Shen Yao couldn't be calm for a long time.He didn't know what his uneasy point was, but he seemed to understand the words through the glass and ten years of time.
Just a glimpse.
Compared with this picture, Fu Mingyan's current handwriting has been completely reborn. Shen Yao has always felt that Fu Mingyan is a calm person who never takes risks. In fact, he does do this. He must consider the consequences beforehand, and act with foresight and prudence. It's Mr. Fu's style.
But this letter is exactly the opposite.
There is a kind of "rebellion" and "rebellion" that Shen Yao is very familiar with.Just like a hot-blooded cynic, when he was most indignant, he wrote it with a brush, to "continue to learn from the saints, and bring peace to all generations".
Shen Yao was speechless for a long time. He carefully brushed over every inch of the ink-stained area with his eyes, his pupils constricted, unbelievable, and a little excited.
"..." Fu Jianyun leaned against the wall, watching Shen Yao's reaction.
He said that he did not believe in loving God.
He said that he would not like Fu Mingyan.
He called himself a heartless artistic scum.
But his expression didn't say so.
Venus will also fall in love with handsome lovers, and people who do not believe in God will be subdued by God for a moment.
Fu Jianyun smiled, a dangerous signal ignited in his eyes.
Shen Yao obviously hasn't made up his mind yet, and he may not even be aware of his feelings.
If so, it's even more interesting.
……
Shen Yao and Fu Jianyun had finished watching the exhibition, and in the evening they auctioned their works in the venue on the lower floor. Tonight was the first session, and there were not many people, but because tonight's finale was Zhang Tingshan's "Sixteen Fairies" ", said to be his most proud work in his 30s, with Zhang Tingshan's steady rise in fame and his accumulation of painting skills over the years, whether this painting is collected or resold, it is a lot worth paying attention to .
They wore masks before entering the venue, because there will be many celebrities in the auction house, and many people are unwilling to socialize with acquaintances, so this large-scale profitable auction allows guests to wear half masks, so as to avoid embarrassment.
When it was Shen Yao's turn, the waiter who entered the venue asked him to wait for a few seconds, picked out a pure white feather mask for him, and handed it to him with a smile.
Shen Yao took it over and didn't understand the difference between it and other masks. Fu Jianyun looked back, his face changed slightly, and he laughed again. He came over and put the mask on him softly, and whispered: "This It's an easter egg, and the person wearing the white mask will get the last chance to bid tonight, that is to say, if your budget is sufficient, you can arbitrarily cut off tonight's auction after the end."
Shen Yao put on the mask and rolled his eyes, "This doesn't sound like a good thing."
Fu Jianyun patted him on the shoulder: "Of course not. Because this mask is usually given to... well, forget it, it just makes you angry. They misunderstood. If you feel wronged, you can do it tonight." Stay with me all the time, and no one will do anything to you."
Shen Yao seemed to understand what he meant.
This mask should be randomly given to the little lover of a big boss. If the big boss has financial resources, he can use this power to make his lover happy. The ones bought back may not be genuine, but the auction house can make a lot of money from it. money.This is a gray unspoken rule.Shen Yao was born as a wealthy young master, how could he never have heard of it.
But if he explained it now, it would attract attention. He was wronged in the first place, and he didn't dare to let Fu Mingyan know that he was hanging out with Fu Jianyun again.Follow Fu Jianyun into the venue.
Although the implication is not very good, Shen Yao wears this mask as if it was tailor-made. He is good-looking, with a straight nose, red lips and white teeth, and fair and delicate skin like a fresh soft peach. Wearing a white feather mask is even more beautiful. It is so beautiful that it attracts all the way.
Of course, I don't know whether they turned back because of Shen Yao himself, or because of the meaning of this mask.
Shen Yao just wanted to look at the teacher's painting, turning a blind eye to these gazes.
Soon everyone was seated, the lights were dimmed, and the host came on stage to make some necessary communication and explanations, and the auction officially started.
Fu Jianyun wasn't very interested in these things, but Shen Yao had his eyes on several auction items, including ancient paintings, exquisite small porcelain vases, and small mechanical clocks passed down from the last century, with a starry sky heat-painted on the metal back. .
Shen Yao only hated himself for not being able to hold up the sign. If he did, he would be drowned by the eyes of the audience.
But he was really moved by many auctions. It would be great if he came with Fu Mingyan today... Shen Yao couldn't help thinking so.But Shen Yao didn't know why he thought of Fu Mingyan, probably because he subconsciously felt that there was no need to be polite to Fu Mingyan.
Shen Yao also asked Fu Jianyun if there was any item he liked. Fu Jianyun shook his head mysteriously, put an index finger in front of his lips to signal him to wait, and the surprise was yet to come.
Shen Yao had no choice but to wait.Of course he knew that the last one was Zhang Tingshan's painting, but this thing... Will Fu Jianyun really snatch it?
He is not interested in anything, so why would he pay a huge price to take pictures of Zhang Tingshan's paintings?
It must be because the drunkard didn't care about drinking if he took a photo.
Shen Yao peeked at Fu Jianyun, thinking that it would be best for him not to take pictures.It would be a better thing if other people who really like it can take it away, and the teacher should be happy too.
But if he was photographed by someone who was going to make a fortune... Shen Yao started looking at Fu Jianyun again.Wouldn't it be better to let him take it away?
Sensing Shen Yao's gaze, Fu Jianyun smiled a little.He whispered to Shen Yao without turning his eyes: "What are you staring at me for? Do you need anything? Little painter."
Shen Yao: "Can you take pictures of the teacher's paintings? Also—don't call me that again."
"It depends on the situation. I don't know if my budget is enough. Do you really want to shoot, little artist?" Fu Jianyun leaned over and picked up a strand of Shen Yao's hair in the dark, "If you speak, I will take a photo of."
Shen Yao's eyes are very bright, even under the double cover of the darkness and the mask, they are still so clear, almost the kind of brightness that can be seen in the eyes at a glance.
He stared at Fu Jianyun, smiled softly, beckoned him to come over, and then said in a low voice, word for word: "—don't even think about it."
Fu Jianyun laughed and attracted the attention of the people around him. He nodded in apology, but kept his eyes fixed on Shen Yao.
No matter how good the lot is on the stage, it can't compare with Shen Yao.
He is a peerless treasure, a genius, and a living rare treasure.
Compared with him, any painting is dead, and there is no painting that can compare to a young talented painter. He is so handsome, so beautiful, so...so wanting to be bullied a few times.
Fu Jianyun touched his chin, squinting dangerously in the dark.
Shen Yao didn't see it, he just paid attention to what treasure was brought up on the stage, it seemed to be a portrait painting of a half-naked woman, realistic oil paintings are often not very valuable in the painting world, unless the paintings are very Sophisticated to the point of astonishment.Shen Yao does not like this kind of painting in his heart. He always feels that if a painter is just a recorder, it is not as good as a camera; a painting must have a soul, if there is no emotion, there is no painter himself to give this If it is a second painting, it will always be a "dead object".
But today's portrait somewhat subverted Shen Yao's thinking.
Because the person in this painting seemed familiar to him.
A half-naked woman is wearing a white gauze standing under the blue sky, looking down at everyone outside the frame, her eyes are only infinite ethereal and a touch of sadness, like a god merciful to the world, watching through this "window" Three thousand mortals.
As for this woman's face, Shen Yao suddenly remembered that this was Zhang Tingshan's late ex-wife, his mistress who had never met but had only seen a portrait of her!
This painting has never introduced the name of the author. The host has been talking about the beauty of this painting and the exquisite painting skills. A beautiful woman, she was less than 30 years old when she died, and she was at her most charming time.
In the end, the host said, unfortunately, this painting is a lost work, and the original author is unknown.
Shen Yao was about to stand up, but he grabbed the armrest and sat up nervously.
Fu Jianyun noticed his reaction and leaned over: "What? What's wrong with this painting?"
Shen Yao murmured: "I want this painting."
The host began to bid, and the starting price was very low, only 1000 yuan.
But because there was no author and it was a realistic painting, there were almost no bids in the venue, and there were only a few sporadic bids, which were just a little more, and finally only 5000 yuan was called.
"5000 yuan once... 5000 yuan twice..." The host looked around the venue, a little disappointed.After all, if no one asks for the price, then this painting will become the work with the lowest price in the market, not to mention the fact that it has fallen to the auction house, and it is not good to say it.
"One hundred thousand." Shen Yao held up the sign.
Fu Jianyun's eyes widened.
The overhead light illuminates Shen Yao's face, and his white feather mask makes him look like a beautiful young angel descending from the mortal world.
"One hundred thousand." Shen Yao emphasized it again.
"Okay! This Mr. No. 136, are you sure you are bidding [-]?" The host was a little unbelievable. He is indeed well-informed. He has also seen a lot of upstarts at auctions who bid indiscriminately. He is no stranger to cheap pickers, but... Shen Yao wears a white mask... He has never seen a lover hold a sign for the host in the venue, and he shouted dozens of times.
"Yes." Shen Yao's face was calm, as if there was no gaze in the audience, he put down the sign calmly, showing a very young smile.
"..." The host was stunned for a few seconds before realizing it, picked up the auction hammer and shouted, "One hundred thousand... two times for one hundred thousand..."
Shen Yao sat where he was. This painting was probably sold by Zhang Tingshan when he was in despair. He didn't want such a painting full of teacher's feelings to fall into other people's hands casually. If possible, he would buy it.
The host was about to finish shouting for the third time, and when he was excitedly preparing to drop the hammer to finalize this "little lover" who didn't know what to do or what to do, someone at the front of the midfield raised a sign - it was No. 3.
"One million." He said flatly, and the light was projected on him, and he raised and lowered his sign.
The host was almost going crazy. I don't know who brought the little lover to bid [-] indiscriminately first, and then even the big shots in the first row followed suit. It's not easy to get distracted. Could it be...is there really something mysterious about this painting?
But in any case, the painting has made a lot of money.
The host's head was buzzing, but his professionalism kept him calm. He barely stood still, trying not to show his happy vibrato, "Okay... Mr. No. 3, are you sure the bid is 100 million?"
In fact, the host seldom asks such a question, and his hearing is not enough to mishear the guest's asking price, but he is really surprised.
"Yeah." No. 3 obviously didn't want to say more, the uncle was impatient, and of course he didn't dare to talk anymore, but that "little lover" might have made a splash tonight, and I don't know if he has more than 100 yuan in his hand. million budget...
The sound of the hammer settled down.The painting fell into the hands of No. 3.
Shen Yao sat on the spot, the blood all over his body was cold.
He felt himself gone.
Because he was too familiar with that person's back.Another glimpse.
Shen Yao quickly exploded all the hairs on his body.
Fu Jianyun dragged him to the outside of the venue, Shen Yao followed dully without speaking, as if he had turned into a doll.
He didn't hear what Fu Jianyun said to him, he was just wondering if he was stupid.
If Fu Jianyun knew that Zhang Tingshan's painting would be auctioned tonight, wouldn't Fu Mingyan know about it?
"...What's wrong with you? What's wrong with that painting?" Fu Jianyun pulled Shen Yao to the side of the corridor, and pressed him against the wall to wake him up.
Shen Yao couldn't recover, he felt that he was gone the moment he saw Fu Mingyan.
"...No, it's nothing strange. I, I was barking." Shen Yao pushed Fu Jianyun away, and was about to go out in a panic. Fu Jianyun chased after him, but he didn't dare to pull him hard, just followed: "You What's the matter? Didn't you read the last big axis? Didn't you want to take a picture of sixteen fairies?"
Shen Yao just walked out, as if fleeing for his life, and even walked faster and faster, he didn't even bother to take off his mask, and said in a calm manner: "Don't look, don't follow me, I can go back by myself."
"How do you go back? When you came, you came in my car! In this way, I will drive you back to school, okay?"
"Don't follow me, I'm not going back to school."
"Then where are you going? What time is it now, where can you go? At this time, only hooligans and clubbers are roaming the streets. Do you want to go on foot?"
"I--"
Before Shen Yao finished his irritable sentence, his footsteps stopped suddenly. Fu Jianyun almost stopped the car. He stopped in confusion, and followed Shen Yao's gaze to the side of the road.
A dark weighted luxury car, this car... seems to have unraveled all of Shen Yao's anomalies tonight.
Fu Jianyun recognized it, and he frowned severely.
Damn old thing, haunts.
Of course, if Shen Yao could scold him, he would really like to scold him, but he didn't dare.