Chapter 7

Qin Shiou looked down at the little squirrel strangely. The latter looked up with his head tilted and looked at him curiously. His big eyes and small eyes looked at each other.

A few months after the birth of the little squirrel, few people usually come to Daqin fishing ground. It is estimated that he has not seen humans and does not know how to be afraid. He also sweeps the back of Qin Shiou's hand with his big tail.

The back of his hand was swept by the soft tail hair. Qin Shiou smiled. He reached out to pick up a blueberry stained with syrup and slowly handed it to the little squirrel.

The little squirrel tilted his head and looked at the blue fruit. He stretched out his little claws to catch it. After studying it, he held the blueberry fruit in his claws and sent it to his mouth. He bit off half of it with a "click", his cheeks bulging high, and his little mouth began to chew.

The blueberries Qin Shiou bought tasted very good. They were sour, sweet, tender and juicy. After eating them, the little squirrel was happy. Without hesitation, he filled the remaining half into his mouth and "Baji Baji" ate quickly.

Eating blueberries, the little squirrel squatted in front of Qin Shiou's pillow, leaned on it like him, narrowed his eyes and looked very happy.

Qin Shiou smiled. The little squirrel reminded him of a golden backed hamster he had raised when he was a child. They were all the same lovely.

After eating the blueberry fruit, the little squirrel looked up at him again. Qin Shiou took a North American Heiti and handed it to him. As a result, the little squirrel intelligently pushed the Heiti away with his claws, and his dark eyes looked at the blueberry in the fruit plate.

"This is better." Qin Shiou said with a smile. He bit Heiti a little, and then deliberately chewed loudly.

The little squirrel looked at him stupidly. Qin Shiou stained the remaining Heiti with syrup and handed it to him. This time, he hesitated, stretched out his claw to catch Heiti, took a bite, felt that the taste was really delicious, and ate it again.

Qin Shiou rubbed the head of the little squirrel with his index finger belly. The latter was not disgusted. He lowered his head and held Heiti for a meal. For the little squirrel, it was a big meal.

After eating Heiti, the little squirrel was brave enough to climb up to Qin Shiou's shoulder along the pillow. It tiptoed on its little feet for a while, found a comfortable position, and then lay on it, staring at the fruit plate.

Qin Shiou was afraid to hold on to it, so he put up a fruit plate and watched a movie. As a result, the little squirrel rubbed his front paws and began to step on his shoulder. He looked at the fruit plate and spit out his tender little tongue.

Seeing that he was not full, Qin Shiou gave him another blueberry and held it. This time, the little squirrel didn't eat it directly, but stared at Qin Shiou's side face.

Qin Shiou watched the movie with relish. The little squirrel ate two mouthfuls of blueberries and began to watch TV with the rest in his arms.

Every time Qin Shiou is amused by the plot and the four B stars, the little squirrel also steps on his shoulder with short legs. As soon as Qin Shiou turns his head, it will calm down and stare at Qin Shiou.

Big eyes to small eyes, one person and one squirrel.

After watching the film, Qin Shiou had some unfinished business, and the little squirrel seemed to have the same meaning, so he rubbed his front paw and "chirped" twice.

Qin Shiou reached out and carefully held the little squirrel. The latter was not afraid and scratched his ears and cheeks in the palm of his hand.

"Give you a name." Qin Shiou looked at the little squirrel's brown and red hair tip. For a moment, his evil interest broke out, "how about calling you little red?"

The little squirrel didn't understand what he said, but just kept turning around. It seemed that he was shaking his head and tail. It seemed that he didn't agree with his name.

Qin Shiou thought for a moment and said to himself, "well, let me see if you are male or female. If you are a girl, you must call Xiaohong."

When he was in primary school, he raised hamsters at home, so he knew how to distinguish the gender of these little things. After gently massaging the hind legs of the little squirrel for a while, a little Dingding bounced up. Seeing this, Qin Shiou smiled and said, "well, change your name. You are a boy, that's Xiao Ming!"

He let go of the little squirrel and was just about to train the little guy's conditioned reflex to his name. As a result, there was a car whistle outside the window.

The sound was harsh. The little squirrel was startled and went back to his Maple nest along the window.

Qin Shiou knew that Auerbach was coming. Sure enough, before long, the old man's dignified old face appeared.

Auerbach's hometown is farewell town. Now he has retired and returned to live in the town. However, if people around him have legal needs, he will provide help free of charge, so people who know him respect him very much.

In North America, the fees charged by lawyers are very high. Ordinary people can't afford lawyers. It's bullshit to say "I won't speak until my private lawyer comes" in Hollywood blockbusters.

Qin Shiou took out those paintings together. Auerbach obviously came prepared. He opened his laptop and there were a series of Van Gogh paintings, including 11 high-definition photos of sunflowers.

"Where did you find these paintings?" Olbach asked as he thumbed through the paintings.

Qin Shiou pointed to the top of his finger and said, "in the attic, my hometown has the habit of hiding treasures in the attic, so yesterday I thought, will my second grandpa leave anything in the attic? Fortunately, I found these paintings. "

Auerbach looked at several landscape sketches, nodded and said, "Mr. pinaron is a great painter. Although I haven't heard of his name, I think he should be a great painter."

Qin Shiou was not in the mood to discuss Pina rang's identity with him. He carefully opened the sunflower and handed it to Auerbach. The latter pushed the computer to him and said, "go and see it yourself."

After leaving such a sentence, Auerbach continued to immerse himself in looking at pinajen's paintings, one by one.

As like as two peas of the sunflower, a sudden appearance of a glance at the sun's high speed photos, he saw the eyes were depressed. Because of the same picture in his hands, there was a note beside the picture, which was discovered in 1900 and is now being preserved in the British Museum of England.

"Shit, isn't it? My painting is a fake?" Qin Shiou became depressed.

In this way, Qin Shiou's mood of looking forward to the whole night, such as seeing the snow in the sun, melted away all at once.

He threw the painting in his hand at Auerbach. The latter dodged, carefully picked up a painting and said, "boy, be careful. If you damage this painting, I bet you'll want to kill yourself today!"

"Those are picnaren's paintings. What's the value?" Qin Shiou said weakly.

Auerbach laughed. He shook his head and said, "no, boy, this one is not!"

Qin Shiou was surprised. He had seen all the paintings yesterday. Thirty of them were made of leather. But knowing that Auerbach was calm and would not aim at nothing, he leaned over and looked.

The painting in Auerbach's hand is about one meter long and half meter wide. Qin Shiou Leng didn't understand it. He outlined a person's shape with a pile of lines. At the top of the paper is a line of scribbled letters: femme Au tambourin.

Seeing this painting, Qin Shiou remembered that four or five of these paintings took the abstract route he couldn't understand. There was no beauty in his eyes, so he glanced carelessly and threw them aside.

"This painting is very valuable?" Qin Shiou's eyes lit up.

Auerbach smiled, pointed to a line of small letters in the lower right corner and said, "if the name is true, it should be very valuable."

Qin Shiou was skeptical. He looked at the lower right corner of the painting and said in amazement, "God, you won't tell me that these letters are a person's name? Is he African? NBA star Dikembe Mutombo's hometown? "

Auerbach shook his head. He gently stroked the paper and said, "this is Spanish. The name of the painting is the woman with the golden drum, and the following words are really a person's name, It's called: Pablo Diego Jose Francisco de Paula Juan nipomuccino Maria de Los Remedios Cipriano De La San tisima Trinidad Ruiz Picasso! "

Hearing the last word, Qin Shiou couldn't help taking a breath. Picasso's name is known to all people on earth! And what is Picasso best at painting? People on earth also know that it is abstract painting!

However, with Van Gogh's fake sunflower in front, Qin Shiou was much more cautious and asked suspiciously, "you don't think this painting is genuine?"

Auerbach nodded slowly and said solemnly, "if there is no accident, this painting is indeed genuine. As for the reason, I will ask an old friend of mine to explain it to you. His words are more authoritative, because he does this!"