It seems that the problems encountered by Xinyimei may be quite big. Even Zheng Yiren bumped into Su Yin’s hand without seeing him?

This is clearly a rush to seek medical treatment.

Su Yin turned the business card in her hand, looking unfathomable.

Not to mention, Zheng Yiren hit the ground with a surprise attack and actually hit the bull's eye.

With Su Yin's current rank, she is really the good doctor who treats diseases.

However, Zheng Yiren was unaware of this.

After socializing with Su Yin, she handed over what she should say, so she hurriedly ran to take off her makeup, put on casual clothes, and then rushed to Liaocheng People's Hospital without stopping.

The company's artist was injured on the set. As the boss of New Art and Beauty and producer of "Yelong", she naturally needed to visit the patient intimately, and the hero Xiao Lou, who saved the life, was also among the visits this time.

Zheng Yiren sent the company's condolences to the two of them. The flower and fruit baskets started at 1,000 yuan. She took a few promotional photos with them, and then turned around and returned to the company to handle other matters of different sizes.

The investment in "Yelong" puts New Art Mei at the risk of breaking the capital chain. Although the expected performance of this drama can make money, the far water cannot save the near fire. She urgently needs a quick money.

He was busy until dusk fell, and Zheng Yirencai finally made all the calls and dragged his tired steps back to the Northeast Academy of Arts Guesthouse.

The crew of "Yelong" booked the place, and the restaurant on the second floor also offers three meals a day.

She is very tired.

She didn't want to go back to that cold and luxurious home.

The worldly bustle in this cheap hotel can resist loneliness and make her feel alive.

Because the crew had a barbecue meal, almost everyone ran to join in the fun. Therefore, the guesthouse was very deserted and the restaurant was empty. The crew members who came to eat could count with two hands.

Zheng Yiren had no appetite at all. She barely sipped a few bites of food and returned to the room alone.

Soon, her door was knocked on.

"Mr. Zheng, are you here? I...I am Xiao Guo."

Outside Zheng Yiren's door, the little flower Guo Kailin cramped her fingers, looking extremely uneasy.

Just at this moment, the elevator sounded "ding" and two crew members living on the same floor walked out of the elevator with their arms around each other. At a glance, they saw Guo Kailin standing at the door of Zheng Yiren's room.

At this time, her back was facing the elevator, and her shoulders were trembling gently, looking like she was crying.

The two looked at each other quickly, and each understood. One immediately squatted down skillfully to tie his shoelaces, while the other pretended to wait for him. The two of them looked like four bright searchlight lamp posts, constantly scanning in this direction.

Zheng Yiren quickly opened the door and didn't hear her talking. Guo Kailin walked in carefully, and then the door closed again with a "bang".

"Hey, do you know? Mr. Zheng seems to be this." The handyman who pretended to tie his shoelaces did not move his mouth, but his voice was light and fast. He bent his index finger and compared the word "Lala" in his mouth.

Another expression with a "just this" face, he picked up his pocket without regard: "What's the matter? I heard that the one who entered the room was a double."

"Really?" The person who tied his shoelaces immediately became interested. His eyes leaped up and hugged the latter's neck, forcing him to walk towards the room: "Walk and walk, and say, I'll invite you to drink."

The two of them whispered to each other, and occasionally burst into silly laughter, which obviously talked about the topics that men were most interested in.

As they returned to the room, the corridor became quiet again, and no one was in and out for a long time.

At around 10 o'clock that night, several Wu Die returned from the barbecue restaurant and were drunk and released water in the alley behind the guesthouse, but saw Guo Kailin.

To be precise, I saw the back of a woman who looked very much like Guo Kailin.

The back was slender and slender, with a long skirt fluttering, pushing the suitcase, disappearing into the cool night in Liaocheng.

…………………………

"Bang", the twisted LED light tube went out, and the dark blue and dark red lights and shadows intertwined on the wall, creating strange curves.

This is a basement, with light from the north rays illuminating the long stairs ahead. The old-fashioned stone steps are narrow and steep. At the end of the light, they turn over a ninety-degree corner and sink into darkness.

Although I am underground, the air here is not wet, but it is a bit dry.

There are several thick layers of newspapers used to absorb moisture on the walls around them. Some places seem to be scratched by something, revealing black and worn bricks soaked in water vapor.

The ground is also dry and clean, and the gaps between the large pieces of blue stone are filled with fine yellow sand, which should also be used to absorb moisture.

However, this does not offset the sultry heat of the basement itself. A musty smell mixed with the pungent smell of industrial raw materials and other indescribable smells spread in the spacious and dark room.

A hand suddenly poked out from the darkness, passing through the light intertwined by red and blue, and pressing a switch in the corner of the wall.

"Bang", a bright light suddenly lit up in the middle of the room.

A warm yellow beam of light-chasing effect, which was like a stage light-chasing effect, projected down from the extremely high roof, forming a warm halo on the ground, like the sunlight shining through the skylight.

In the halo, the beautiful girl wore a fedora and a gorgeous bright blue European court dress. Her snow-white arms quietly overlapped on her knees, and she sat gracefully on a sofa decorated with flowers and lace.

At her feet was a large woven rattan basket that fell to the ground, and the gorgeous red roses bloomed like splashed blood on the edge of the halo.

The girl looks no more than twenty years old, wearing delicate makeup, beautiful eyebrows and eyes, thin red lips, and a bright rouge mole on the side of her delicate nose. Her beautiful deer eyes were covered by the fine mesh hanging from the hat. Her blurred and intoxicated eyes were looking at some point in front of her.

A dark shadow wearing a hooded vinyl raincoat stood at the end of her sight.

The black shadow had a tall figure, half of its body was caged by the disordered light of the LED lamp, and the other half was completely swallowed by the darkness.

This strange light made him look like a three-dimensional portrait full of magical realism, which forms a strong contrast with the rose girl in the classical style diagonally opposite.

The black shadow looked down at the beautiful girl in the beam of light, her eyes hidden under her hood were as deep as an ancient well, without a trace of fluctuation.

In front of the dark shadow, a half-person-high easel was placed. The canvas had a dark background painted, and the bright rose basket and the bright halo were the only one in the center, which had never been written.

"Tick", there was a sound of dripping water coming from somewhere, as if a stone was thrown into the lake, shattering the silence that filled the basement.

The black shadow slowly stretched out his hand.

It was a slender and graceful hand with full and powerful knuckles and smooth skin, indicating that the owner of this hand was at the most young and strong stage in his life.

However, this hand belongs to the elderly from the wrist to the elbow.

The atrophic muscles and bones made the arm look extremely thin. Dark brown old man spots were spread all over it, and blood vessels were highlighted, climbing on the surface of the skin like earthworms, and it looked like two people with the slender and powerful hand.

But they just grew up together.

It was like a successful limb suture surgery that brought a healthy hand to the decaying arm of the elderly.

At this moment, the elderly man's arm was moving tremblingly, slowly moving away from the side, and picking up the brush.

The long and stable fingers held the pen tube, and the soft brush was filled with warm pink pigment, emitting a pungent smell of inferior chemicals.

After a breath, the brush passed through the dry air and fell heavily on the empty position in the middle of the canvas.

The moment the brush fell, a thin, almost indistinguishable pattern appeared on the forehead of the beautiful girl in a beautiful dress in a warm beam.

Under the warm and strong light, these fine lines are more like shadows falling from hair.

However, in the next few minutes, the fine lines became deeper and deeper, and the portrait painting full of abstract meaning in the canvas slowly showed its original outline.

The outline seemed to be a hint or a command, and the fine lines on the girl's forehead grew rapidly, and the beautiful young face also changed significantly.

Nasolabial folds on the face and slightly drooping corners of the mouth; slender lines at the ends of the eyes; smooth and thick long hair is gradually becoming dry; the exposed skin of the arms and fingers has also unknowingly lost its original delicate and tenderness and has become a little loose.

Five minutes later, the beautiful girl sitting in the chair turned from a young and charming girl to a middle-aged woman with a slightly dark skin and a little dark, in her forties at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Still very beautiful.

With the beauty of vicissitudes and the passing of time, she has become more calm in the halo.

Corresponding to this is the black shadow waving his brush's arm.

The half-twisted arm belonging to the elderly seems to be experiencing a miracle of rejuvenation.

The age spots have completely disappeared, the bones and muscles have become thick and solid, the skin has returned to firmness, and the movements of the pen are becoming more and more firm and more powerful.

The arm quickly shuttled between the darkness and light, and the brush between the fingers was constantly changing. Sometimes it splashed out large balls of color with thick pens, and sometimes it traced lines with sharp tips.

The woman in the beam of light looked blurred, as if she was intoxicated by a beautiful dream. She did not realize that her temples had gradually grown brightly, her teeth were loose and shedding, and her cheeks were sunken little by little.

The loose skin began to break away from the inner muscles and collapsed, while her arms went through a process of becoming thin and thick, and then shriveling from thick.

About five minutes later, the portrait on the canvas was almost finished.

The large ball of color blocks of bright blue, dark red, tender pink and soft yellow are cut in simple and unhesitant lines, and then overlap with the shadows with distinct layers, presenting an extremely distinct impressionist style.

However, in the upper left corner of the Impressionist painting, which occupied most of the space, there was a bright, deer-like eye in the secret corner above the beam.

It was the girl's eyes carefully drawn with the most detailed and softest brushwork.

Delicate, delicate, and gentle. Even the slightest terror in the eyes, as well as the thick and dark eyelashes around the eyes, are depicted very clearly.

From this eye, you can see the author's extremely proficient neoclassical painting techniques. The beauty of harmony and order in that corner is completely different from the abstract style of the whole painting.

However, with his extremely eloquent personal style, the author weakened the dissonance feeling toughly.

Just like the red moon hanging over the jungle full of sunflowers, the violent visual impact makes the picture not appear inconsistent, but instead has a fantastic and magnificent feeling.

At this moment, the woman sitting upright in the beam of light had become a drooping old woman.

Her white hair was sparse and soft, and she drooped from under her hat weakly. Her arms were so dry that only a layer of skin remained. Her chest, which had just been undulating, stopped after counting breaths.

She became a mummy.

In less than ten minutes.

The painter completed his masterpiece.

The girl who used to die of old age in that gentle halo.
To be continued...