His face was extremely pale and gloomy.
His black hair almost covered his eyes, making people feel uncomfortable when looking at him.
Pan Shu glanced at him and said, "Did you send this painting? Wait a moment."
The man leaned against the door frame, watching intently as Ban Shu starched the paper carefully and solemnly, and placed the painting core waiting to dry under the lamp to check if there were any extra cracks.
"This ancient painting is severely damaged. If you need it urgently, come back this afternoon to get it."
"No need. Once you fix it, it's yours. I'm just curious about what this painting is about."
The man looked at the scroll. Although it had not been completely restored, he could already see its general outline.
"This... is a woman?"
Pan Shu raised her lips, "Yes, it's Princess Ning Zhao of Daji."
He Qi looked at Pan Shu and said with a strange expression, "Why do I feel that the person in the painting looks like you?"
Pan Shu just smiled and said nothing.
"This is the most famous painting in history. Prime Minister Lin Gunian painted it for Princess Ning Zhao because he was sick with lovesickness. During this period, Chu Yun was in power and he was demoted to Jibei, feeling depressed and frustrated..."
He Qi was very interested in that period of history.
Unfortunately, there are many different opinions and no definitive answer has been found so far.
The woman was surrounded by the scent of books and had a quiet temperament.
But she has a face that brings disaster to the country and the people.
A natural beauty.
He Qi had no doubt that if she were placed in ancient times, she would still be a beauty in troubled times, on par with Princess Daji Ningzhao.
Pan Shu glanced back at him and pointed at the dry area of the calligraphy and painting that was much taller than her. "Master He, could you help me spread the painting there?"
He Qi is very tall, about 187 cm tall, more than a head taller than Ban Shu.
He said nothing, silently took the canvas and easily spread it out to dry.
"You recognized me a long time ago?"
"Yeah, it's easy to recognize."
You are my capture target~ How could I not recognize you~
"Let me treat you to a meal, thank you for your help."
He Qi hesitated for a moment, his strong curiosity about the woman in front of him taking over. He nodded and said, "Let's go."
He Qi mainly paints oil paintings. After his first work "The Blind Craftsman" was released, it was sold to a businessman for a high price of 180 million US dollars. Later, the businessman donated the painting to a museum in his own country for collection.
The appreciation value is far higher than the commercial value.
"I really like your work." She was sitting in He Qi's car. After fastening her seatbelt, she smiled modestly, "But the great artist He seems to be more taciturn."
He Qi didn't look at her, "Where are we going to eat?"
"This place is quite remote..." The girl paused and continued, "How about we go home and do it ourselves?"
She was testing his limits.
He Qi noticed it keenly.
"Well, my house is closer, let's go to my house."
Lower your bottom line.
He laughed softly, his voice clear and pleasant.
"Can you cook?" he asked Panshu while turning the steering wheel.
"I won't."
He Qi raised his eyebrows, "Miss Banshu, do you expect me to do it?"
"What else?" Pan Shu leaned on the passenger seat and said as a matter of course, "Do I look like someone who can take care of others?"
Straightforward.
Arrogant.
He Qi seemed particularly silent along the way.
He Qi should be living alone. The house is a two-story duplex, which seems rather empty when he lives alone. The black and gray colors make people feel depressed and want to escape.
There is also an unfinished painting in the living room.
The paint is bold and unrestrained, suppressed and distorted.
It makes people wonder if He Qi is a psychopath.
He Qi has been observing Ban Shu's reaction.
Bland, even boring.
Even when she saw that gruesome and bloody painting, her expression remained unchanged. She even calmly pointed out the illogicality in it: "A psychopathic murderer who enjoys dismembering and collecting corpses wouldn't have spared the eyes. Based on human micro-expressions, he should have gouged out the corpse's eyes. Besides, eyes are more like treasured works of art."
She smiled and said, "It looks a lot like the black gemstone ring he wears on his hand, doesn't it?"
He Qi's crimson lips curled up slowly, "I haven't thought about it."
"Ms. Panshu is very powerful."
"Are there any ingredients?"
"Yes, but I don't know if Miss Panshu likes it."
Pan Shu glanced at him and asked, "What's in the house?"
He Qi was stunned for a moment: "Broccoli, carrots, steak..."
"I don't like to eat anything." Pan Shu covered her stomach and looked at He Qi pitifully, "But there's nothing I can do, He Qi, I'm too hungry..."
Kind of cute.
He Qi's fingertips paused slightly.
"Is fried steak for the main course okay?"
"Okay, okay." Pan Shu nodded vigorously. "Hurry up and do it. I'll help you."
He Qi doesn't cook often. When he's hungry, he'll just fry half a steak to satisfy himself. He basically eats fast food. It's not that good of a cooking skill.
"We have glutinous rice balls, and they're black sesame!"
He Qi opened the refrigerator and said, "Well, there's another box. If you want to eat it, I can cook it and let you eat it first."
Panshu never refuses a man's proactive efforts.
"Okay, He Qi, you are such a good person."
“……?” What is this, a nice guy card?
The glutinous rice balls were cooked until soft and sticky. He scooped out half and handed it to Pan Shu, "Take the spoon yourself."
"Hmm!" Pan Shu took a spoon, scooped up a plump black sesame dumpling, blew it cool and brought it to He Qi's mouth, "The first dumpling will be given to the great artist He first~"
He Qi was stunned for a moment, and under the gaze of the girl's bright eyes, he had no choice but to bite it into his mouth.
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