My Chu Chu is the most moving

Chapter 301 Tearing up the painting
The basement is dark.

Huo Ting took the two of them down.

I didn't think there was such a thing as a basement beforehand, so I didn't prepare a flashlight.

Huo Tingshen took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and turned on the light.

Hold up your phone and look forward.

"Ah—someone!" shouted a man nearby.

Huo Ting was taken aback.

Immediately, his face turned black into the bottom of the pot.

"Damn, what look?!" He slapped the man on the back of the head, "Look carefully, is that a human?"

sister!

Scared labor to death.

The two men behind him took a closer look. They were not real people, but statues.

But it's also too real.

Exactly the same as real people.

Huo Ting held up his mobile phone to look around, and saw a switch on the wall. He raised his leg and kicked the man behind him, "Go! Turn on the light."

The man shivered and walked towards the switch.

"Hurry up! Are you a man? Don't say it's my master Huo's people when you go out." Huo Ting said with deep disgust.

Snapped!
The light in the basement was turned on.

A bright.

Only then did I see the layout of the entire basement clearly.

Huo Tingshen, who glanced around, suddenly felt that this didn't look like a basement, it was clearly a luxurious and beautiful bedroom, except that the statue was a bit intrusive.

The white European-style carved bed is covered with light gray and white sheets and quilts, the kind with ruffles, like a bed for women.

There is a white carved bedside table on one side of the big bed, and not far away stands a vertical desk lamp with black hollow pattern, a desk, and a bookshelf.

There is a picture hanging on the wall. The woman is wearing a slim and beautiful cheongsam with her shoulders half exposed, but it does not make people feel extravagant, but a kind of artistic beauty full of charm.

Below that painting is the statue.

Huo Ting took a closer look.

Comparing the statue with the painting on the wall, it turns out that the statue is the person in the painting.

It seems that there are people living here.

Because everything is spotless.

"What did you see?" Sheng Beixian asked standing on the top of the basement.

Huo Tingshen stood by the stairs and shouted to the top, "you and the young lady can come down and have a look, I can't say a few words clearly."

Sheng Beixian looked at Chu Xinzhi.

Chu Xinzhi: "Go down."

She held on to the edge of the wooden board and walked down the wooden steps. Huo Tingshen protected her from below, and Chu Xinzhi jumped down from the penultimate step.

on the basement floor.

Sheng Beixian slammed down three times and then came down.

Chu Xinyi turned around and saw a statue not far away, so he backed away in fright, resting his back on Sheng Beixian's chest, and hugging her shoulders.

"my mother."

Huo Tingshen and the two men beside him: "..."

Chu Xinzhi pointed at the statue, "That's my mother."

Others may not know it, but she knows best that the statue resembles her mother too much.

That was how she remembered her mother.

Even the height is exactly the same.

The eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth are all exactly the same.

Compared to Chu Xinzhi's focus on the statue that was exactly the same as Wen Qing, Sheng Beixian's focus was on the painting on the wall.

The woman in a cheongsam with half-exposed shoulders was exactly as Tao Fu had described.

It should be Tao Fu's lost painting.

Chu Xinzhi also saw the painting.

"This...is the pair that Uncle Tao lost?" she murmured.

Sheng Beixian: "It should be."

He gestured to Huo Tingshen with his eyes, who touched his nose and took down the painting on the wall.

Chu Xinzhi held the painting in his hand.

Touching the painting lightly with the fingertips, I feel that the paper is very good, not rough, but smooth to the touch.

Tao Fu is a famous contemporary painter with outstanding painting skills.

The paintings of people and objects are very similar and charming.

While Chu Xinzhi was looking at the painting, the two people brought in by Huo Tingshen had already searched the basement.

Not a clue.

The two bedside cabinets are empty, and there are only a few books on the only shelf.

Even those few books, the two of them looked through, but found nothing.

This feeling is like grabbing a thread with great difficulty, only to find that the other end of the thread is not a ball of thread, but nothing!

As if they were not reconciled, they turned the entire basement upside down, but still found nothing.

In the end, they all gave up.

"I want to take this painting away." Chu Xinzhi hugged the painting.

According to Tao Fu, this painting should have been given to her by Wen Qing.

Well, it's understandable that she took it away.

Sheng Beixian rubbed her hair, "Take it if you want."

A few people climbed the ladder out of the basement and suddenly returned to the place with strong light. They were really uncomfortable, and Chu Xinzhi squinted his eyes.

Sheng Beixian helped her carry the painting, "Go back to the city center first."

I thought I could find out something by coming here, but after all, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

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Four p.m.

Jingshan Villa.

Mrs. Liu played with her two children on the lawn in the backyard.

Chu Xinzhi returned to the bedroom with the painting in her arms.

Stand the framed picture on the table and look carefully.

It was in the basement at that time, the light was not good, and there was not enough time, so I didn't look carefully.

Right now, she couldn't help but lament Tao Yuan's father's painting skills.

The woman in the painting has her hair partly pulled back, her eyebrows are slender and curved with willow leaves, her eyes are slightly raised, and there is a hint of sadness in her eyes, her nose is small and straight, and her cherry lips are slightly pursed.

Wearing a light blue cheongsam, the elegant cheongsam is embroidered with lotuses in silver silk. There are only two isolated lotus branches, which are about to bloom. The hem of the cheongsam is a darker green than the cheongsam base material, with two lotus leaves embroidered on it.

Clearly born enchanting, wearing such a plain cheongsam does not violate harmony at all, but feels beautiful.

The exposed shoulders add a touch of rich color to this elegant.

Sheng Beixian took a glass of warm water and handed it over, "Drink some water."

"...Why do you think my mother gave me this painting?" Chu Xinzhi took the water glass, took a sip, and asked.

Sheng Beixian: "..." He really doesn't know this question.

Chu Xinzhi's eyes fell on the painting again.

The feeling in my heart is very strange.

The top two buttons of the cheongsam worn by Wenqing in the painting are missing.

The exposed half of the fragrant shoulder does not seem to be voluntary, as if the clothes were torn off and forced to be exposed.

tear it apart?

It should be impossible.

That kind of situation will not happen to the paintings that Tao Yuan's father personally draws.

The only explanation is that the people in this painting give this impression on purpose.

There was a rubbing sensation on the head, and Chu Xin regained consciousness.

"Tear the painting apart?" Sheng Beixian whispered.

Chu Xinzhi was slightly surprised, "You thought of that too."

Sheng Beixian snorted softly.

He followed Chu Xinzhi to look at the painting just now, thinking the same as her.

Wen Qing pointed out that if she wants to give this painting to her daughter, it is impossible to have no meaning at all and just keep it for her to think about.

Chu Xinzhi moved to the chair to make room for Sheng Beixian to sit down.

He sat beside her, his arms naturally wrapped around her slender waist.

"Really?" She was still a little bit reluctant.

There wasn't much left of her mother that she kept.

Sheng Beixian naturally saw the reluctance in her eyes.

"Go and get the fruit knife, I promise to help the baby keep the painting intact."

This frame was made 20 years ago, so it is old and difficult to disassemble.If you're careful, it should stay intact.

Chu Xinzhi: "?"

She froze for a moment, got up and went to the living room to get a fruit knife.

Sheng Beixian took the knife and flexibly turned it in one direction, inserting the tip of the knife into the gap in the mounting frame.

With a clever trick, the frame was cut from the middle.

The painting and the framed backplane split in two, and a document fell out of it.

(End of this chapter)