Chapter 1112

Yang Tianbao took Mo Wen to leave Yang's bar, followed the stairs and came to the second floor.

On the way to the corridor, Yang Tianbao said with a smile: "once upon a time, my granddaughter liked to stay here. Her former bedroom and practice room were right here... But I can't show you those places. Ha ha... Go by yourself. This girl doesn't allow me to enter. It doesn't matter that you are his fiance. Even if he knows, he won't blame you."

Then he sent Mo Wen to a door and opened it with a key

This is indeed a studio. Mo Wen walked into the room slowly and immediately smelled a strong smell of oil paint. Beside the walls of the room, there are many picture frames and picture boards on the ground, and there are many bottles of oil paint in the corner.

Mo Wen did not expect that Yang Lan could draw. Ha ha, Mo Wen had seen these things in some artists, so he was not surprised.

But Mo Wen never thought that Yang Lan had such a hobby. There were many oil paintings hanging on the wall, but in order to prevent dust, a layer of protective paper was spread on it. After Yang Tianbao helped Mo Wen lift it, Mo Wen looked at these things carefully.

A lot of works are very abstract or Impressionist things, those strange colors, lines, many don't ask are completely can't understand.

As for these artistic things, Mo Wen just looks at them, but he can't see why. However, he also sees the truth on the signatures of some strange authors in the corners of many works.

Don't ask if you don't know how to identify paintings, but if you want him to say that this kind of thing like ghost Charms can be valuable, he won't believe it.

People who like art, and Yang Lan, collect these things like children, and firmly believe that these things will become expensive works of art in the future. It's really unexpected that this is the rational and calm Yang Lan he knows!

Obviously, Yang Lan also can draw, because there are many graffiti works on some drawing boards beside him, which are obviously left by the owner of this studio. Although he can't draw, he can at least see a little bit of gateways after seeing too much. At least when he looks at these paintings, he can see that Yang Lan is not graffiti, but has some skills and basic skills.

However, with the company of Yang Tianbao, he lifted the innermost curtain and revealed the last drawing board in the room. Looking at the picture above, Mo Wen was suddenly stunned!

Shocked, his face was stiff, and, unconsciously, Mo Wen's fingers seemed to be shaking gently! As soon as his eyes touched the painting, he couldn't move half a minute! Don't ask if you can't understand the painting or comment on it. But the content of the painting suddenly makes you feel sad: on the drawing board, there is a forest in the valley. Beside the valley, the night is like ink and the stars are all over the sky, but there are two young men and women sitting there, relying on each other, The man seems to have some blood on his body, but he gently hugs the woman to keep warm. From his clothes, the man in the painting is covered with wounds, while the woman takes good care of the man

This place, Mo Wen can see, is the Qifeng mountain where he used to run for his life, and the house behind the man and woman is exactly the house where Yang Lan lived.

Mo Wen was so excited when he saw the painting that it was really hard for him to forget it. Mo Wen was staring at the drawing board in front of him and his eyes were dull

Well, isn't the content in this picture the place where he met Yang Lan for the first time? Look at a scribbled font in the lower right corner of the sketchpad: the bud of love.

Just as Mo Wen was staring at the drawing board in a daze, Yang Tianbao didn't know when he left the room. In a monitoring room outside the room, several men were staring at Mo Wen.

A figure stood in front of the largest screen, staring at the picture, sighed gently, and then heard him say: "he saw this picture and really responded?"

"Well." It's not a big voice, but it's firm.

"He's good, but he's not good enough, at least he's not smart enough. What's more, a really smart person will not stick to the insistence in his heart... Ridiculous insistence, interest is the most important thing. Therefore, my point of view is that he has changed, but it is not thorough enough. If he is a qualified leader now, We must have the cunning of Fox and rabbit and the ferocity of tiger and Wolf... At the same time, we must put down those ridiculous rules and regulations in our heart. "

A light smile: "yes, what you said is all right... But just because of this, he is mo Wen, the man Xiaolan loves. If Mo Wen is the kind of person you said, Xiaolan would not love him so much!"

After pondering for a while, a tall shadow stood up: "you should know what he gave up. If you can't do this, he will never become the God of the dark world, understand?"

"Shall we remind him?" The man suddenly turned to his side. By the light on the screen, his face was soft and his eyes were firm: "this may help him to speed up the speed of getting the ghost pagoda."

Silence, the people in the monitoring room, all do not speak, a short silence, but almost suffocating, as if to feel the anxiety of the people behind, standing in front of the screen suddenly laughed: "no, if so, it may be self defeating, to change the people is him, not us, no one can help him, only on his own."

"You should understand that sometimes, giving up... Is also a kind of progress, but I don't think it's bad for him."

"You mean he can break through like this?" The old man shook his head, sneered and said, "take the simplest example, for example, his master is not folded in a woman's hand."

At the same time, the old man turned around. In this dark monitoring room, the old man's face is so full of vicissitudes, and only his eyes are as bright as cold stars: "people like us have no choice. Even if we know it's wrong, we should continue to go for the future of the family, right or wrong, because we are burdened with the burden of the family, At the same time, we live in a cage... It's time, I think, for him to get out of the cage. "

With calm and wise eyes and a slight smile on his mouth, the old man suddenly took a deep breath, then stretched his waist, and the smile on his face became more and more joyful: "you see, he seems to miss the beginning. Maybe this memory is the feeling he misses most, which is actually quite good."

However, for all this, Mo Wen is not worth money at all. He just stares at the painting in front of him, walks around gently, and then reaches out his finger. He can't help touching the drawing board gently, and then rubs it back and forth.

Because of the oil paint, the drawing board is full of concave and convex feeling, and Mo Wen even has a picture in his mind: Yang Lan is wearing casual clothes, dancing guns and sticks in front of Mo Wen, and then waving to Mo Wen with a smile, with tenderness on her face

Just at this time, the door behind me didn't know when it was quietly opened, but Mo didn't notice it until a soft voice came from behind: "don't you know that it's very impolite to intrude into other people's rooms?"

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Don't ask to hear sound, whole body a shock, then suddenly turn head, is she?

High heels on the floor of the crisp footsteps, Yang Lan slowly came in from the door, her hair shawl, changed military uniform, wearing a very charming black skirt, face with a sweet smile, walked to Mo Wen's side, said with a smile: "you touch like this, will damage my painting, this is my collection of so many paintings, the most precious one."

"You..." Mo Wen suddenly felt short of breath, but he didn't respond: "I didn't know you were here..."

Looking at the smile of Yang Lan's mouth, Mo Wen soon calmed down and took a deep breath. He knew that all this must have been arranged by Yang Tianbao, and then calmed down: "no! What are you doing here? You should still be in the army now! "

"Puchi!" Yang Lan smiles and does not speak, looking at Mo Wen.

Mo Wen quietly looked into her eyes for a long time, and finally sighed: "I understand... It's your grandfather's arrangement, um, grandfather Yang, grandfather Yang, for me, ah..."

Yang Lan still smiles and doesn't speak. It seems that she didn't inform Mo Wen when she came back this time. She feels a little sorry for Mo Wen. Of course, she also seems to feel the strangeness of her family.

"By the way, Xiao Lan, your grandfather arranged for you to come back this time. What's your plan? Or is it just because of me... "

"Stop guessing." Yang Lan suddenly whispered a word, her face showed a trace of agitation, and then around to Mo Wen's body, slowly bent down: "later, call my wife..."

wife? So Yang Tianbao is going to set a wedding date for them this time?

Thinking of these, Mo Wen did not speak, because his mouth has been blocked, Yang Lan very actively kisses Mo Wen's lips.

When Yang Lan put Mo Wen's mouth on his soft and sweet lips, he knew that this was definitely a "Reunion" arranged by Yang Tianbao.

Yang Lan leans in Mo Wen's arms, embraces Mo Wen's neck with her hands, kisses her affectionately, breathes the familiar fragrance, soft lips, and breathes

Today, however, Mo Wen feels a little different, because he came to the Yang family with all kinds of doubts, and also to confirm whether Qiu Boyi and his son are related to Yang Tianbao.

Qiu Boyi and his son repeatedly attacked Mo Wen. Mo Wen never took any counter offensive measures. It is precisely because he took Yang Tianbao into consideration that he did not want to embarrass Yang Lan, let alone Yang Tianbao, who had helped himself.