Ren Xiaohui followed the direction pointed by Jiang Xiaoyue and saw Ye Feng, whom she had never seen before. Then she turned back and looked at Jiang Xiaoyue meaningfully. This was just an ordinary student. From her eyes, Ren Xiaohui saw sincerity.

Ye Feng watched Ren Xiaohui walking towards him, and his mind was already spinning rapidly. What kind of lie should he make up? Zi Yan was right in front of him. He wanted to take off the ring on his hand, but he could only

I put it in my pocket and reached down with one hand, but this ring has been there for seven or eight years, how can I still take it off?

At this time, he was also secretly worried whether the camera had given a close-up of his fingers when he was at the piano.

While thinking, Ren Xiaohui had already walked in front of Ye Feng.

Ren Xiaohui had been observing him, and seeing the way he lowered his head, Ren Xiaohui couldn't help but shout: "Ye Feng?"

Ye Feng raised his head out of habit, but he quickly reacted and said: "Ye Xiaofeng."

Ren Xiaohui asked: "Ye Xiaofeng?"

Ye Feng nodded and said, "Yes."

"But you are obviously Ye Feng." Ren Xiaohui said, looking at Sun Mengyao, and said: "Sister Mengyao, come and see, is this your Ye Feng?" [

When Ye Feng saw and heard the conversation between these two girls, his chest felt as if it was being torn apart by two people and then cut in the middle with a knife. Ye Feng could bear all kinds of pain in this world, but he couldn't stand this person's presence.

In front of you, you can't recognize the feeling. Moreover, this is Ye Feng's own choice. Who can know the sorrow in this?

Ye Feng said coldly: "I still have something to do, please don't bother me." Ye Feng said and walked to Jiang Xiaoyue's side and whispered in Jiang Xiaoyue's ear: "The words hanging in our house

Lost."

"How could it be lost? Is it really true?" Jiang Xiaoyue said in disbelief.

Ye Feng nodded. After seeing this, Jiang Xiaoyue hurriedly took Ye Feng's arm and ran towards home.

At the same time, Zi Yan had already issued an order, saying: "No one is allowed to leave here alone."

But Zi Yan didn't know that none of the male animals here were willing to leave here. Chen Pengfei had already arrived at Zi Yan's side and said: "Comrade police, from the beginning, I felt that this cripple was not a good person.

He claims to be from Peking University to teach, but he doesn’t even have a student ID card, and now he has stolen the original work of the landlord, Grandpa Mao.”

"Comrade police? This cripple?" Zi Yan turned back coldly, and several sisters from the assassination team understood...

At this time, Ye Feng and Jiang Xiaoyue had returned home. Jiang Xiaoyue looked at the door lock and muttered: "It's full of dust here, and the doors are usually closed, but there is no sign that the door lock has been broken. Is it the landlord?"

The thief shouts "Catch the thief?"

"It's not an old man. I've seen that old man before. He's not like that." Ye Feng scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "It seems that I didn't lock the door."

Jiang Xiaoyue patted her forehead and said: "Damn it, why didn't you lock the door? You're really crazy. This place is poor, but it's not a place where people don't close their doors at night and pick up things on the street. Why didn't you lock the door?"

"He has never locked the door since he was a child." At this time, Zi Yan walked over from the side. Ye Feng and Jiang Xiaoyue did not enter the door, so she walked into the house, looked around, and opened it with a knife.

From a wooden cabinet, several volumes of calligraphy and paintings were taken out.

Ye Feng just watched from the side without stopping.

Sure enough, Zi Yan found the note that Ye Feng had written yesterday when he was drunk, placed it in front of Ye Feng, and said coolly: "You wrote this?"

Ye Feng said: "So what?"

"No matter what, you lost the Chairman's original signature. Now the farmers here say that you stole it. I also believe that you didn't steal it. But if you want to find it, you have to think of a temporary solution. What should you do?

?" Zi Yan asked.[

Ye Feng was very surprised by Zi Yan's state, because if Zi Yan recognized her, she would definitely point it out. She didn't say much to people she didn't know.

Although it was strange, Ye Feng also needed an answer. He said: "I came home just to prepare this and let you pay it."

Ye Feng said as he limped to the wall. Because the words had been hanging on the wall for more than fifty years, there was an obvious patch of white on the wall.

Ye Feng visually inspected the white piece of rice paper, rubbed out the ink, and re-wrote Mao Zedong's "Sixteen-Character Order" without much effort, because he was simply obsessed with the calligraphy of famous Chinese masters.

Too familiar.

After finishing writing, Ye Feng looked at the calligraphy and painting, frowned and said: "It's still not enough, but it can still be used to fool that boy."

"But the paper of Grandpa Mao's original work is a little yellowed. You can easily tell that it is new paper." Ren Xiaohui, who had already arrived in the room at this time, said.

But Ye Feng ignored it. Instead, he put the words he had just written in the sun and let the ink dry. He found some vinegar, diluted it and poured it into the pot. Then he let the diluted vinegar evaporate.

Put the words you wrote on top of the steam.

After a while, the paper turned yellow and old. It was almost the same as the one hanging on the wall before.

After Jiang Xiaoyue saw it, she was pleasantly surprised and said: "Wow, you are so capable. They are exactly the same, who can tell?"

"Hmph, if an expert comes here, he can tell at a glance that when looking at calligraphy and painting, what he mainly looks at is the artistic conception, and a truly skilled person can feel the artistic conception in the painting. There is also the sour taste in the words, you

How do you say that?" Ye Feng rolled up the words as he spoke, and continued: "The farmers here are stupid and will not pursue the case."

"You didn't write before, why are you so interested now? You wrote two paintings in a row. I want to say that the two paintings you have now can fetch a sky-high price." Sun Mengyao leaned in front of the door and said.

Ye Feng was anxious and angry at this time. He raised his crutch and slammed it on the table where he was writing, and shouted: "Can you please stop making trouble? Isn't it very free? Can't you find something to do?

?”

At this time, Ye Feng already knew that everyone recognized him, but they just didn't reveal it. As for how he was recognized, Ye Feng knew that he had many flaws. Because he was wearing a white shirt, only a blind man could not see the scars on his body.

I have soaked in the stalactites of Kunlun Mountain, the aroma emitted, and the expression of my brushwork when I was writing just now.

But Ye Feng still wasn't ready to recognize them.

The girls looked at each other, and Zi Yan stepped forward and said, "No matter what, let me see your legs."

But Ye Feng didn't say anything. He took the crutch and slammed it on the table again, and the sound ended. (To be continued)

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