TAB Chapter 028.2

There were many people standing in front of that painting, some of whom are taking photos with their mobile phones, this painting became an internet celebrity Chinese painting overnight.

Now that the country is promoting traditional culture, it is also willing to promote this type of activities, after this painting went viral on the Internet last night, the organizers immediately hung it in the most conspicuous place in the exhibition area.

After the previous spectators who have finished watching and taking photos leave, Shen Yuhan and Shan Qihuan walked in to see the paintings clearly.

Shan Qihuan protected Shen Yuhan on his right side, and when he was about to ask Shen Yuhan if he liked it, he saw him biting his lip and turning pale.

“What’s wrong, are you feeling uncomfortable?”

Shen Yuhan leaned forward, trying to see the inscription ‘Yifang Jushi’ on the painting, it was his calligraphy and inscription, but the name of the painter ‘Huang Quan’ was written next to the painting.

Holding Shan Qihuan’s hand tightly, tears welled up in his eyes, not caring that he was still deliberately angry with him, he said anxiously: “Husband, this painting, this painting…”

“What’s wrong with the painting?” Shan Qihuan also looked at this internet celebrity Chinese painting, which was very vivid and realistic, the young boy on the painting and the yawning kitten next to the brazier are very realistic, the background was also very elaborate, the artist should have carefully examined the characteristics of the dynasty when painting it.

“This is my painting!” Shen Yuhan said in a low voice, “I don’t know why my painting is here, I, I handed it to the person at the front desk after I finished painting it, believe me, this painting was really painted by me.”

Shan Qihuan gently stroked his back and said comfortingly: “I believe you.” After seeing his calligraphy, he believed that Shen Yuhan had this ability, he remembered that Shen Yuhan did bring two manuscripts to the calligraphy and painting institution on Monday.

If he hadn’t seen Shen Yuhan’s calligraphy yesterday, he probably wouldn’t take it seriously today, but now it was different.

“Did you get your seal back?” He remembered that he was also called Yifang Jushi, he had taken a cursory look at it at that time, but he still remembered it.

“I got it back, at home.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.” Shan Qihuan squeezed Shen Yuhan’s clenched cold hand, it can be seen that he is really very upset, his face turned pale with anger.

When Shan Qihuan was about to contact Ding Quan, someone nearby said that the artist of the painting had come to the exhibition, there was also a reporter standing at the door to interview him, and now they are walking here, saying that they want to take a photo with the painting, and that the artist wants to share with them the journey of creating this painting.

There are quite a few people here, Shen Yuhan and Shan Qihuan are already very attractive in appearance, Shen Yuhan’s words attracted many passers-by to stay and watch the fun.

It’s good now, the original artist is here.

Shan Qihuan took a video and photo of the artist’s name at the bottom of the painting to use as evidence.

After hearing Shan Qihuan’s comfort, Shen Yuhan felt much more at ease, he never thought that his painting would be brought here, if he hadn’t been a soul from ancient times, he would have accepted it as the collision of inspiration, but those were his memories, and they had different meanings to him, no one would have the exact same experience, he felt very uncomfortable when someone stole them away.

He asked Shan Qihuan: “Do we need to ask the calligraphy and painting training institution where the paintings are going?”

Shan Qihuan patted him on the shoulder: “No need to ask, I will help you get your painting and reputation back.”

Shen Yuhan added: “He stole my things, should we call the police?”

Shan Qihuan thought for three seconds and said: “It makes sense.”

So Shan Qihuan pulled Shen Yuhan aside, then pressed ‘Me me ling¹麼麼零 (me me líng): a colloquial term for 110, emergency call for police; 911, emergency call for ambulance, is called 九麼麼 (jiǔ me me); This special number name originated from the war-torn era. Soldiers in the revolutionary army come from all over the place, and they inevitably speak with a southern accent and a northern accent. In order to avoid pronunciation confusion, the signal corps replaced the pronunciation for some numbers. More information (in Chinese): Link.‘, and called the police directly.

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Huang Quan, who was being interviewed by reporters in the front hall of the art exhibition, came over, he was standing in the middle of the painting and was sharing his ‘creative’ inspiration with everyone.

He said that he dreamed of a beautiful ancient girl and a cat one day, and after waking up, he drew the dream, he also didn’t expect there would be a huge response, so he’s very grateful for everyone’s love and so on.

The price of this painting has been driven up, moreover, he had just received news from the organizer, that the painting had been sold for 800,000 yuan, Huang Quan smiled so hard on the spot that his teeth were almost gone.

At this time, someone asked him sharply: “Did you really dream this painting? I just heard someone say that the painting was his, not yours.”

Huang Quan’s face changed slightly, there couldn’t be such a coincidence.

But at this time, he has a well-thought-out plan, no one will know the origin of the painting: “This painting was painted by me, please don’t slander my character.”

The person in charge of the art exhibition spoke for Huang Quan: “Mr. Huang was born in a scholarly family, and had a strict upbringing, how could he do something like stealing someone’s painting, that’s too lowly, and too stupid.”

The man added: “The real owner is still here just now, if you have any doubts, you can confront him face to face, if this painting is really your own creation, you shouldn’t be afraid of being accused.”

Huang Quan’s heart skipped a beat, his hands and feet were cold, but the person in charge said very confidently: “Mr. Huang, I believe in your character, let’s confront the other party now, it just so happened that the reporters are also here, we can sue them for defamation for this kind of slander and splashing dirty water.” The person in charge also has his own little calculation, through this small incident, he can also be on the hot search, and take advantage of Huang Quan’s popularity, he don’t have to worry about the price of his works not going up.

Someone spotted Shan Qihuan and Shen Yuhan standing with the mobile phone at the other end, both of them were quite outstanding in appearance and height, it’s hard not to be noticed when standing in a crowd, so what they just said was listened to by those who were interested.

The busybody said: “They said that the painting was not drawn by you.”

Shen Yuhan and Shan Qihuan were suddenly surrounded by people, he were a little scared, so he leaned into Shan Qihuan’s arms.

Shan Qihuan held Shen Yuhan in his arms, and blocked the camera filming him, he often faced the media, and he didn’t feel anything about the sudden appearance of these people, on the contrary, Shen Yuhan has always been just a student, so he shouldn’t face the pressure of public opinion at this time.

However, it’s also nice to have someone hand you a pillow just as he was feeling sleepy.

Huang Quan also wanted to tell them to leave quickly and not continue the interview, but the person in charge’s eyes were full of hot topics: “I heard that you two said that this painting is not Mr. Huang’s painting, it is very irresponsible of you to speak like this.”

Shan Qihuan didn’t look at the person in charge, but looked at Huang Quan, and said leisurely: “Are you Huang Quan?”

Huang Quan is a young man in his mid-twenties, with a somewhat flat nose, in Shan Qihuan’s eyes, he looks average, he said with a bit of a guilty conscience: “I am.”

Shan Qihuan glanced at him, and then asked the person in charge: “Are you the person in charge of the organizer?”

“Yes, I am the person in charge.” The person in charge is a middle-aged man, a little bald, and his heart is hot, he has forgotten that the people who come to the exhibition today are all rich or noble people, and they cannot be offended casually.

Shan Qihuan put away his mobile phone and said: “This painting is my friend’s painting, you can no longer display it.”

The person in charge smiled and said: “Sir, we can’t just make false claims about copying, Mr. Huang can sue you for defamation, please be careful with what you say.”

Shan Qihuan said: “Let me correct you, it’s not copying, it’s stealing the painting, I’m telling you, stealing may be more serious than slandering, it’s a crime.”

The person in charge couldn’t help but be silenced by Shan Qihuan’s words, which is more serious, theft or slander?

The painting cannot be a stolen goods, Huang Quan had just repeatedly emphasized his inspiration for the painting in front of reporters.

Huang Quan’s face turned pale, but he couldn’t admit it in front of everyone, he said eagerly: “Don’t slander me, I painted this painting, Sir, if you say I stole the painting, you need evidence!”

Shan Qihuan had already checked out the popularity of the painting online in a short period of time, he also found Huang Quan’s Weibo, he just heard him post his nonsense²狗屁不通 (gǒu pì bù tōng): lit. dog unable to fart; (figurative, vulgar) incoherent; nonsensical; bullshit; a load of crap. creative inspiration.

The person in charge doesn’t know the specific story yet, but he is afraid that something might happen in the middle, and wants to smooth things over: “Mr. Huang has been cooperating with us for a number of years, is there some kind of misunderstanding?”

Shan Qihuan said with a smile that is not a smile: “Misunderstanding? We will go through legal procedures, if he can prove that this painting was painted by him, we will withdraw the accusation, if not, then the judge will decide whatever he wants. ”

“I won’t apologize for something I didn’t do, what evidence do you have to prove that this painting was created by your friend?” Huang Quan tried hard to maintain his persistence, but his palms were already sweating, the other party had no evidence!

Shan Qihuan gave him a very obvious evidence: “You said that the painting was of a young girl, right?”

Huang Quan: “Yes, she is a young girl!”

Shan Qihuan said: “But my friend painted a young boy, not a young girl.”

Some onlookers also said, they just said he was a young boy, not a young girl.

Huang Quan’s expression became increasingly grim: “No, she is a young girl! What I painted is a young girl!”

Shan Qihuan said: “Then it’s a coincidence, my friend has a red mole on his collarbone so he painted it on it, does your young girl also have a red mole on her collarbone?”

The onlookers were in an uproar, and rushed to see the painting.

Indeed, there is a very small red mole on the young boy’s collarbone, which cannot be found without looking carefully.

Huang Quan was unable to give a convincing explanation³百口莫辯 (bǎi kǒu mò biàn): unable to give a convincing explanation in self-defense; beyond dispute; difficult to clarify; beyond justification (when wronged or treated unjustly). on the spot.

He didn’t expect that the painting he always took out from his uncle’s studio to exhibit at the exhibition, would be overturned one day!

At this time, Shan Qihuan looked at his watch, one minute later, a group of people were seen walking into the exhibition hall, Assistant Qu appeared in front of them with bodyguards and police.

The painting 《Young Girl and Cat》 was sealed on the spot, and sent to the police station.

Huang Quan was taken into a police car by the police, before getting into the police car, Huang Quan still have a look of disbelief in his face.

The reporter who had just interviewed Huang Quan took a picture of his panicked expression, and also took a picture of Shan Qihuan’s face and the scene of him protecting someone and getting into the car.

Great, today’s headlines is here.

Shan Qihuan and Shen Yuhan got into the car under the escort of bodyguards, and they now went to the police station to assist in handling the case.

At this moment, Shen Yuhan felt much more at ease.

His hand was still held tightly by Shan Qihuan, and he asked Shan Qihuan uncertainly: “Husband, can I get my painting back?”

In response to this husband call, Shan Qihuan blurted out: “Don’t worry, I can get it back.”

Shen Yuhan’s heart was relieved again, when he thought that his husband noticed the red mole on his collarbone, his face became slightly hot, and he lowered his head.

But on second thought, why didn’t his husband consummate the marriage with him?

The author has something to say:

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Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me between 2021-03-10 12:00:00~2021-03-11 12:00:00 or irrigated me with nutrients!

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After some thinking & your input, I think I’ll use ‘Husband’ and ‘Honey’ interchangeably in future chapters, but only when SYH talk to SQH.

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  麼麼零 (me me líng): a colloquial term for 110, emergency call for police; 911, emergency call for ambulance, is called 九麼麼 (jiǔ me me); This special number name originated from the war-torn era. Soldiers in the revolutionary army come from all over the place, and they inevitably speak with a southern accent and a northern accent. In order to avoid pronunciation confusion, the signal corps replaced the pronunciation for some numbers. More information (in Chinese): Link.
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  狗屁不通 (gǒu pì bù tōng): lit. dog unable to fart; (figurative, vulgar) incoherent; nonsensical; bullshit; a load of crap.
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  百口莫辯 (bǎi kǒu mò biàn): unable to give a convincing explanation in self-defense; beyond dispute; difficult to clarify; beyond justification (when wronged or treated unjustly).