Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Second drawing

Qian Ya moved out of her best friend's house and drove home with her dog.

The best friend was reluctant to part with the dog and gave it all the toys she bought for Cola.

It was midsummer and the sun was still dazzling at around six o'clock. Qian Ya took off her sunglasses as soon as she got home. She was sipping her Coke in one hand and dragging her suitcase with the other.

The front door of my house is unlocked with fingerprint. As soon as I opened the door, my cell phone rang.

It was a call from my best friend.

"Hey, are you home yet? Are you okay?"

Qian Ya found her best friend's voice anxious and strange.

"It's okay, what can happen to me?"

The old woman was still in the police station, her son was a good-for-nothing, and Qian Ya got home safely.

My best friend breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm glad you got home safely. Oh, there was a car accident on the road where you were going home. The dashcam was out. The bus hit the person directly. I was scared to death."

Qian Ya pushed the suitcase into the door, then found dog food for Coke and opened a can.

Qian Ya's best friend was still talking: "It's pitiful, they are all children."

She was indignant: "How did this driver drive the car? Their bus drivers have physical examinations. This sudden illness is too scary..."

Qian Ya: “What?”

This kind of large-scale car accident is considered a serious accident. Photos of the scene were flying everywhere, and the content of the driver’s dashcam in the back was also leaked.

Qian Ya flipped through the photos and said, "Fortunately I didn't take that road today. I'm still alive..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly paused.

This photo shows a few children wearing orange vests...

The orange vest was particularly eye-catching. Qian Ya was stunned for a moment, then turned back to the video. She stopped talking, but her best friend kept talking.

"As expected, there are always unexpected events. I wonder what these children are crying like at home."

Qian Ya found it, and her heart was pounding.

This video must have been taken by a private car behind the bus. It is very clear in the video that when the traffic light flashed, the bus did not stop but drove straight forward. It must have crossed the line! Then several figures flew up in an instant...

Qian Ya couldn't bear to watch any longer.

She was in a daze for a moment, then continued to click and read.

The two buses collided with each other, and as for the children who were hit, the outcome was obvious.

Qian Ya was stunned: "How could this happen?"

Girlfriend: "Natural disasters and man-made disasters are unavoidable. I'm glad you're okay. I'm going shopping with my mom tonight. If you're okay, I'll hang up."

Qian Ya grabbed Kele's head and scratched it again and again.

After hanging up the phone, Qian Ya turned on Panda TV and found the painter's ID.

Her fingertips paused for a moment, and then she couldn't help typing and asked, "Madam, have you seen the news?"

"This news is the same as the drawing you drew last night..."

Qian Ya sent a lot of messages, but received no reply.

Her brows furrowed, and she wished she could crawl in and get some clarification.

Although there are many car accidents every year, the bus hit people, and the ones it hit were children, who happened to be wearing orange vests...

Once may be a coincidence, but can it still be a coincidence twice?

Qian Ya walked to the wall and took down the painting hanging on it.

Oh, yes, yesterday’s painting…

No, this artist drew two pictures yesterday. The first one was a draft. He drew the second one only after being pointed out as wrong by the comments.

The first draft picture matches the car accident!

But yesterday Qian Ya just took a quick look and then left the live broadcast to do other things. She didn't pay attention to save it, otherwise there would be more evidence.

She was lost in thought for a moment and glanced at the dialog box. The artist had not replied yet and might never reply.

How do I find that rough draft?

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Pei Qing still decided to continue the live broadcast, after all, people need to eat.

Besides, she was selling paintings, so she had no control over whether the paintings were hung on the wall or used for other purposes.

Because of his experiences from childhood to adulthood, Pei Qing is a very open-minded person and never suffers from insomnia.

Although she lost her father when she was young, she still has a mother. Her mother is unreliable, but a rich woman appeared and raised her.

I have never lacked food and clothing since I was a child, so I firmly believe that there is always a way out.

As the old saying goes, if you lose something in the morning, you may gain something in the evening.

Maybe she could even make a fortune from her drawings from now on!

So as soon as she got home, she continued the live broadcast.

The audience in the live broadcast room came from all over the world, and at the beginning no one mentioned the car accident in City A.

Pei Qing first took on a few avatar orders and broadcast them for a few days, which attracted a wave of audiences. This kind of avatar commission is relatively simple, and the money earned is not much, but it is profitable.

Just as she was covering her head and drawing her portrait, the live broadcast room suddenly became lively.

[Madam, have you read the private message I sent you? ]

【What's wrong? 】

[Didn't you guys notice? The car accident in City A today matches my wife's drawing from yesterday!]

[Ah, I saw it. It was the news about the bus driver who suddenly fell ill and hit a few kids on the crosswalk, and then hit another bus?]

[That’s it! ]

【It's a coincidence.】

[It’s not a coincidence! The Coke my wife drew for me before also matches! ]

【How is that possible?】

[Have live broadcasts started to be fancy now? 】

Qian Ya was so angry that she was dying. She was clearly telling the truth, but no one believed her.

After Pei Qing finished drawing a few avatars, he looked up and found that the comments were becoming chaotic.

She typed calmly: [Harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth, don’t quarrel, the anchor is just a painter. ]

After seeing this, Qian Ya felt that this lady was suspected of running away. How could that be possible!

[Madam, do you still have the draft from yesterday? I'll buy it for 1,000 yuan!]

【one thousand? 】

【The victim has come. 】

【Isn't this a joint effort?】

[I didn’t know you at all before! You were the one who drew my Coke first! Anyway, I paid for it, and you sold it to me.]

If it were in the past, Pei Qing would definitely shout hello, "rich sister", and then take the money and sell the painting without saying a word.

But now…

Pei Qing herself didn’t understand what was going on with this drawing. Looking at the feedback from the barrage, the audience might have thought that she had hired someone to hype it up!

How can that be?

Although she wanted to get rich, she didn't want to take shortcuts. She thought it was safer to work diligently and take on commissions.

Thinking of this, Pei Qing responded: [Waste manuscripts are not for sale. ]

Qian Ya was anxious: [Then I’ll pay two thousand! ]

What a rich sister! Pei Qing had no choice but to type: [I made a mistake in drawing last night, and then I deleted it. It’s gone now.]

The rich sister is still raising the price: [Three thousand! ]

The comments in the barrage couldn't hold back any longer.

[Isn't this really a shill? 】

[It seems like a scam. 】

[My grandmother was also deceived by health supplement sellers in this way.]

[Do young painters have new tricks now? ]

Qian Ya was furious.

【Everything I said is true! 】

I’ll prove it to you if you buy the draft!

Pei Qing's forehead was covered with black lines, and he continued: [It's really gone, I deleted the draft very quickly. ]

Then she continued typing: [The anchor is really a serious painter, only accepts drafts, not fancy jobs.]

Qian Ya is still struggling with the scrapped manuscript: [Is it really gone? ]

Pei Qing: [No more.]

She tried her best to persuade the sister and finally got her to leave.

After the broadcast, Pei Qing felt that he had missed out on 100 million yuan.

There's nothing we can do about it.

She really wants money, but she's also afraid of trouble.

What if someone dislikes her and reports her, and her live broadcast room is blocked? Who can she cry to?

Some people in the barrage said that she was hiring a helper, and with that money, she might as well go for a barbecue.

Pei Qing counted today's earnings. He only drew five avatars today. The prices ranged from 50 to 200, depending on the complexity of the avatar and whether it was a popular character. He made a total of 580 yuan.

good.

The visit to the Temple of the God of Wealth was worth it.

Pray that the God of Wealth will continue to bless me with wealth.

Qian Ya was coaxed by the painter, but she ended up not buying the scrap draft.

The artist said it was deleted, but Qian Ya thought she didn't want to sell it.

She bit her nails and stared at the live broadcast room that had already ended, when suddenly a message popped up on her phone.

Orange biting its tail: [Do you still want that scrapped manuscript? ]

Qian Ya was stunned. She took a look and found that it was not the painter’s ID.

【Who are you? 】

Orange biting its tail: [I recorded the screen yesterday. If you want, I can take a screenshot for you. High-definition □□. ]

What the hell?

Qian Ya: [You also recorded the screen? ]

Orange biting its tail: [This anchor's hands are so beautiful, do you know what a fairy product is? They are white, skinny and good, suitable for some special scenes. ]

Qian Ya: [Ah?]

Orange biting its tail: [You won't understand even if I tell you. Do you want it or not? I'll give it to you for a thousand dollars.]

Qian Ya didn't say anything.

Orange bit his tail and asked again: [You are also from City A, right? I saw it, and her drawing really looks like that road. I just checked the video and it is really amazing.]

Finally, she insisted on selling it: [One thousand yuan, absolutely worth it! ]

Qian Ya: [Send it to me first.]

Orange biting its tail: [Pay the money first. ]

Both of them were afraid that the other was a liar, so after some hesitation, they decided to take a step back. Qian Ya would pay one hundred first, and Chengzi would give her half of the scrapped drawing.

Qian Ya looked at half of the picture, felt it was a safe deal, and paid promptly.

Orange biting its tail: [Hello rich lady, remember to receive it. Oh, I have also sent the video. You are welcome. You can contact me next time if you need anything. ]

Qian Ya ignored him and focused on watching the video.

The scrapped manuscript appeared clearly before her.

She immediately found her computer and played the videos of the car accident from various angles. The more she watched, the more her brows furrowed.

Aaaaahhh!!!

This is actually fucking true!

It’s the bus No. 106 in the scrap draft, it’s the primary school students wearing orange vests, and the private cars behind it. The color, the model, and the license plate number…are correct too!!!

She jumped a few times on the sofa and said, "Mom, woooooooooooooooooo, I met a living master!!!"

I knew there was nothing wrong with my eyes!

My eyes are the ruler!

A burst of clear music sounded and Qian Ya answered the phone.

"Hello."

She was overly excited and her voice was high.

"What are you doing? Now, immediately, right now! Drive to Baiyun Airport!"

Qian Ya: "Mom, I'm busy."

Liu Xiaoyun angrily scolded: "You are a jobless vagrant, what are you busy doing? You stay at home every day to pamper your dog. What? Your mother is not as good as your dog?"

Qian Ya: “I didn’t say that.”

Liu Xiaoyun: "Okay, come over now. Your uncle and aunt are here. The flight is at 8pm. I had to persuade them to come over. Be honest and stop making trouble. Come over now, or I will deduct your living expenses."

As soon as the phone call was hung up, Qian Ya wailed for a while, stroked the dog a few times, and then drove Liu Xiaoyun to the airport.

On the way to the airport, Liu Xiaoyun kept saying, "Be good. After all these years, I finally persuaded your uncle to come back. When you see your uncle later, call him uncle and aunt honestly. Don't make trouble. Your uncle and aunt will feel bad."

Qian Ya hummed for a moment, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "Is there any news about my cousin yet?"

Liu Xiaoyun choked up and said, "What news can there be? It's been more than ten years. The kidnappers who deserved to be killed should all be shot. They are evil. I went to heaven and video-called your uncle. Your uncle's hair has turned white. He has been running back and forth looking for his son for so many years. He is only in his forties, but he has more white hair than me..."

Qian Ya's heart softened as she listened. She pulled out a few tissues and handed them to Liu Xiaoyun, saying, "We'll definitely find it, Mom, don't cry."

She looked straight ahead, thinking about something while driving.

After picking up her uncle and aunt from the airport, she became even more silent.

Liu Xiaoyun was talking to his younger brothers and sisters, saying that City A has changed a lot over the years, and they decided to stay a few more days this time.

"Didn't you say you had a backache last time? Xiaoya happens to be free now, so ask her to accompany you to the hospital. She doesn't have much to do, so she just plays with the dog all day and doesn't go home..."

In the past, if Qian Ya heard Liu Xiaoyun muttering like this, she would definitely have made a few rebuttals.

But now, looking at her uncle's gray hair and hunched back, she was speechless.

My aunt has also aged a lot, and it seems like both she and her husband lack energy.

Qian Ya drove the man back home in silence.

After arriving home, she didn't rush to leave, but secretly asked Liu Xiaoyun for a photo.

After Liu Xiaoyun arranged rooms for her younger brothers and sisters, she heard Qian Ya asking for photos of her uncle's family, and then she asked curiously, "Why do you want photos?"

Qian Ya said: "I don't even remember what my cousin looks like."

Liu Xiaoyun patted her and said, "Keep your voice down. Don't let your uncle and aunt hear you. Don't mention your cousin these days."

Qian Ya: “Oh.”

Liu Xiaoyun took out a photo, which was a family portrait of her brother's family. She showed it to Qian Ya, who took it and walked out.

"Mom, lend it to me and I'll bring it to you tomorrow."

Liu Xiaoyun saw her jumping around like a rabbit and asked, "What are you doing with the photos?"

Qian Ya: “It’s useful.”

She drove away from home, but instead of going back to her house, she parked on the side of the road.

Qian Ya thought and thought before she found the "orange that bites its tail".

Qian Ya: “Please help me.”

Orange biting his tail: "What?"

Qian Ya: "During the live broadcast tomorrow night, you should make an appointment with the artist as I said."

Orange biting his tail: "Why don't you go by yourself?"

Just a manuscript assignment.

Qian Ya: "She must be familiar with me. If you go, I will give you one thousand yuan."

Orange biting his tail: "Hello, Mr. Goldman, don't worry, I will definitely get it done for you.