One Step to The End: 1148 National Treasure Gang

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"I didn't expect Xiao Lan to also dedicate herself to art. She should be only eighteen or nine years old at this time..."

Zhao Guanren stared at the oil painting on the wall curiously. He is a layman who can't appreciate the elegant art. Anyway, Xiao Lan in the painting is naked, sitting on the bay window with one leg, the style of painting is very delicate, even her Sentimentality and shyness are drawn.

"Look! These two are also hers, from different age groups..."

Yan Ruyu suddenly pulled him aside. The second picture shows Xiao Lan in her early twenties. She leaned on the sofa and smiled and gathered her long hair. Lying on her lap, and the third one is obviously the mature style of recent years.

"Mom! It was three years ago, she got married and still let people paint like this..."

Yan Ruyu shook his head in disbelief, but Zhao Guanren pointed to the second oil painting and said in surprise: "Look at their slimy hair, it looks like they have just been doubled by someone. This reminds me of a sentence, you I will do you when I do art. This is called in-depth art!"

"Haha~ Don't think so dirty, okay, people this is elegant art..."

Yan Ruyu took him out and smiled: "This is obviously a private exhibition hall. These paintings must have been publicly exhibited. Even if it is really like what you said, it can only prove one thing, Xiao Lan's front Her boyfriend is her old classmate, and Xing Le is a painter!"

"Xiao Lan has been married for several years, how many boyfriends have he talked about..."

Zhao Guan Renshun moved the large oil painting back, and Yan Ruyu said: "Xiao Lan has only been married for four years. I only heard that she had talked with two boyfriends. Later, she was single because of her busy career. Many, so I have not been pregnant!"

"I guess her husband is green now, and I don’t believe that nothing happened..."

Zhao Guanren walked out of the studio with her arms around, Liu Tianliang and the others also went out of the lounge, Xiao Lan walked out of the art gallery anxiously, how did she know that Chen Yao greeted her generously and said, "Aren't you going to open a room with me? Let's go! Let's take a bath together!"

"What? You want to open a room with her..."

Yan Ruyu's eyes rounded sharply, but Zhao Guanren mocked: "Chen Yao! You are really not a good thing. Just after provoking me and your ex-husband, I turned my head to provoke my girlfriend again, I think You’re the little motorcycle that won’t catch fire-owe a kick!"

"The cannons that I have made appointments must be finished with tears. Only the ugly species will shrink back..."

Chen Yao helped him adjust his collar, and turned away with a sneer, but Zhao Guanren smiled bitterly again: "Fatty! You irritated her not lightly, so why should we get together well? Yes! There is a room inside. Secret studio, with the body art of your boss!"

"No way? She also worked as a mannequin..."

Liu Tianliang opened his mouth in astonishment, and Yan Ruyu explained it with a smile.

"Fuck!"

Liu Tianliang suddenly felt depressed and said: "No wonder the mysterious running here, it turns out that old lovers are here. These little **** don't have a good thing. I don't look at things that are low-level and interesting, forget it! I don’t look for nothing, it’s not my wife anyway!"

Liu Tianliang turned his head and ran into the studio. The two also smiled and walked out of the art gallery, but Yan Ruyu asked again: "Does the fat man love Xiao Lan? I don't think he cares very much!" /

"How can there be so much love in the adult world, all of which are not to see rabbits or to scatter eagles..."

Zhao Guanren hugged her and walked towards the central garden. Zhao Feisui suddenly flashed over and smiled: "Grandpa! We searched inside and out. We even went to the basement. Nothing unusual was found, but the corpse in the water There are a lot of fish, I am afraid it will be difficult to leave without a boat!"

"Hey? Husband, why did he call you grandpa..."

Yan Ruyu looked at Zhao Feisui in wonder, and Zhao Feisui smiled again: "My name is Zhao Feisui, I am

His younger brother’s grandson, of course he has to be called his grandfather, don’t look at my grandfather’s youth, he has more than 30 children, it’s enough to be your grandfather! "

"Gosh! How old are you..."

Yan Ruyu covered her mouth in horror, and Zhao Guanren rolled her eyes and said: "If you count on history, I would be more than a thousand years old, but if you count on my experience, I should... three It's fourteen, alas~ this is eight years!"

"Scared me to death! I thought you were a bad old man..."

Yan Ruyu breathed a sigh of relief and followed him into the museum. At this time, no one cared about any antiques. He moved to the old tables and old chairs and ate supper. The same was true for the survivors of the museum. Many people hid in the basement and hungry. After two days, all of them looked like starving ghosts.

"Brother! Come and eat noodles, ham and beef noodles..."

Mr. Chen waved her hands delicately, and no one dared to sit on the table of the Eight Immortals in the middle. Zhao Guanren sat down carelessly. Xiao Lan was eating noodles with Master Qiu at the table, but Master Qiu was obviously hungry, and even told her. There is no time to talk a few words.

"Boss Xing! You have so many babies here. After eating, you can pick a few and tell us about it..."

Lan Qian’s father stood up and arched his hands. He can see that he is very rare and full of antiques. The exhibition hall is very elegantly decorated. The whole is a field shape. A dazzling array of antiques are placed in glass cabinets. In, let the spotlight shine brightly.

"Yes! As long as everyone loves to listen..."

Xing Baimao wiped his mouth and stood up, and said with a smile: "But I beg you one thing. Every artifact here is a historical proof. I hope you can take good care of it and don’t make mistakes with the gold and silver of the Warring States Period. Face it, this is a ruined cultural relic!"

"Aren't you an oil painter, why are you still using antiques..."

Zhao Guanren held up the noodle bowl and looked at him. Xing Baimao smiled and said, "I studied art in college, but this does not affect my love for antiques, but I have not finished eating this noodles yet, so I still invited me. Little Junior Sister, she is also an expert in this area!"

"Yes! Let Xiaolan speak up and see if she has grown during this time..."

Master Qiu also smiled and waved his hand. The depressed Xiao Lan had to get up and walked to a group of showcases with a wry smile: "I only understand the fur, please correct me if I made a mistake. Let’s talk about this Tang Dynasty crystal palace lantern. It is a cultural relic that is forbidden to trade..."

Xiao Lan straightened up and talked freely and picked up the exquisite atlas to explain to everyone, but Zhao Guanren suddenly got up and walked over, staring at the crystal palace lantern in the glass cover carefully, frowning and saying: "Such a big new Live, you said this is an antique of the Tang Dynasty?"

Xiao Lan was quite surprised and asked, "How can this antique that opened the door be a big new job?"

"Do you know what it means to open the door with a glance? If this is a cultural relic, I will swallow it alive..."

Zhao Guanren suddenly took out a dagger, inserted a knife into the lock and unscrewed the cabinet, reaching out for the precious crystal palace lantern, Xing Baimao jumped up in shock and exclaimed: "You can't touch it! That's a cultural relic, a fragile thing. Ah!"

"Do you know what oil is used for lighting in the palace? It must be high-quality beeswax that does not smoke..."

Zhao Guanren took out the palace lantern nonchalantly, opened the lamp cover and smelled the smell inside, then turned around and smiled contemptuously: "Hmph~ I know the smell of vegetable oil. In ancient times, the poor people used vegetable oil to light the lamp. The money is animal oil or paraffin!"

"Little friends!"

Master Qiu waved his hand and smiled: "You are right, but it's an old thing for more than a thousand years. It's hard to keep a fool who pours vegetable oil in and lights the lamp?"

"Since it is more than a thousand years of gold, is there anything so shiny, this base is a fake..."

Zhao Guanren held up the lamp cover and said: "At first glance, the statue carved on the cover is a bodhisattva, but it’s in

The Tang Dynasty, who was extremely accomplished in art, actually turned the Bodhisattva's mouth crooked. The monks with crooked mouths can't recite good scriptures. This is to be killed in the palace, and the whole family must be exiled! "

Zhao Guanren put down the lamp as he said, browsed other antiques along the showcase, and quickly shook his head: "Good guy! The truth is mixed, the first-class cultural relics are all fakes, and even the porcelain cup is a high imitation. It’s just that Si Mu Wu Ding didn’t dare to imitate it.

"You are a master, we are all crafts here, are you satisfied..."

Xing Baimao made a dumbfounded look, and Xiao Lan helplessly said: "Don't underestimate the folk collectors. These are cultural relics that have been appraised by experts, but you are happy, Lao Xing! Teacher Chou! We! Go upstairs and talk about the conversation!"

"Well! Okay, please, Miss Mingyan, make us a pot of tea..."

Master Qiu smiled and walked upstairs, Xiao Lan and others followed, but Luan Qian’s father still didn’t believe in evil, and walked to the showcase with a few friends and said, "Officer Zhao! This place is a bit a bit. Famous, it’s impossible to fool people with fake things, right?"

"Father-in-law! Take whatever you like if you like it, count as my gift to you..."

Liu Tianliang came over and picked up the palace lantern and stuffed it with the shocked old bald man, but Zhao Guanren cut open the armchair again and sneered: "Look at it clearly, is this especially Huanghuali? My house even has pillars. It is Huanghuali, I can smell it with my nose!"

"Oh~"

Luan Qian stepped up to hold Liu Tianliang, and said impatiently: "Whether it is true or not, no matter how valuable it is, it can’t be eaten as a meal. I still think about what we will do tomorrow. There is no supermarket on this island. Food for up to two days!"

"Look for a lure fishing rod tomorrow. If there is a box in the water, catch it. You can even starve to death by relying on the water..."

Liu Tianliang smiled and hugged her into his arms, and kissed her on the cheek like a show of affection. Zhao Guanren didn't care where the survivors slept, and went out with Yan Ruyu directly. After a long circle, the two came to the deepest large exhibition hall.

"Flying Armor! You arrange your brothers to watch the night, I will rest in the factory..."

After Zhao Guanren confessed, the two of them came to the small office building in the factory and found an office on the second floor. No matter whose room it was, Yan Ruyu suddenly jumped into Zhao Guanren’s arms. With his legs crossed on his waist, he kissed passionately.

"Yan Xiaosao! You are so anxious, do you want to smoke a cigar again..."

Zhao Guanren smiled and pushed her against the wall, Yan Ruyu Jiao punched him angrily, and said: "You are so stinky on your body, you want me to vomit you, you must get some water to take a cold shower. Sister accompany you slowly, or you don’t mess with me!"

"The troublesome beauty sister helped me take a shower, okay..."

"Hmph~ you know you won't let me idle, go! Wife accompanies you to the mandarin duck bath, hahaha..."

Yan Ruyulang smiled and pulled him out. Anyway, there was no one in the factory. She started to undress when she got out of the office. All the temptations of various scenery along the way, she just ran into the pantry and closed the door, suddenly There was a scream.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Guanren rushed over and kicked the door open, only to see Yan Ruyu slumped on the ground and shivering, pointing to the horrified stutter outside the window: "Yes, there are ghosts! His face is full of blood, and he is floating up to the sky from the outside. There is a dead man on the tree!"

"Where is it?"

Zhao Guanren drew a knife suspiciously and walked to the window, and suddenly saw a woman with short hair hanging from a big tree not far away, her tongue had been spit on her chin, and her entire face was blue and purple, following the swaying branches Wandering in the air.

"I'll go! Isn't this the sales lady? Why did you die here..."