After visiting the goddess in dreams, Lin Shuyue was taken by He Wanqing to see the Son of the Sun God.
The son of the sun god held up a sun in one hand, his lips slightly pursed, his eyes looking downwards with a cold and contemptuous expression.
He Wanqing was once again captivated by the sculpture, mumbling to herself, her words filled with praise. Feng Qinqin didn't want to listen.
She secretly told Lin Shuyue, "If Wanqing had this kind of eloquence when writing reports, she would have won the title of Top Ten Young Journalists long ago. Tsk tsk."
Feng Qinqin couldn't understand He Wanqing's obsession with art. She took Lin Shuyue's hand, followed behind He Wanqing, and whispered, "Shuyue, can you appreciate these sculptures? I can't appreciate them at all. I feel terrified."
"To be honest, I feel weird too." Lin Shuyue couldn't put her finger on the feeling; it just felt weird. Especially these sculptures; their micro-expressions were so realistic.
As we all know, no matter how fake something is, once it becomes too real, it will appear scary.
Take the little baby in the arms of the Mother Goddess for example; there is even a red spot on its face.
Lin Shuyue found it even more bizarre. Sculptures like these usually require some form of beautification, so large-scale red spots like this shouldn't appear. Yet, they still appeared.
There is also the man's crotch. Normally, serious sculptures do not have a specific shape, but this sculpture does.
He Wanqing noticed that Lin Shuyue's eyes were fixed on the baby with the red spots on his face, so she explained, "This is the Mother Goddess. The main message is that no matter what kind of flaw a child has, a mother will love, cherish, and protect them. Doesn't the Mother Goddess look painful? Her child is suffering from illness, and she wants to help but can't, which is why she's in so much pain."
He Wanqing's explanation made Lin Shuyue turn her head to look at her: "Wanqing, how do you know so much?"
He Wanqing's face flushed. She glanced at Feng Qinqin. Feng Qinqin seemed to have thought of something and her eyes widened instantly: "Last time you said you were going out to meet a friend, and it was this net of pollack you met."
"Yeah." He Wanqing's eyes were full of admiration: "He took me to his studio and introduced his sculptures to me."
He Wanqing is a very romantic person at heart. After she entered the society and started working, her romance was reflected in decorating her house and visiting various exhibitions and shows.
There is a wall of cabinets in her room, which contains poetry and prose from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign.
Feng Qinqin really didn't know what to say: "You are really brave. You dare to go out and meet a stranger in a foreign country. Tell me, if something happens to you, how can I explain it to your parents?"
He Wanqing knew that what she had done was a bit dishonest, so she took Feng Qinqin's arm and acted coquettishly, "Isn't this the first time I've met my idol? I was so excited that I forgot to tell you. I promise, I won't do this again. I'll tell you where I'm going."
As He Wanqing was acting coquettishly, the three of them walked past the Mother Goddess. The sculptures that came after them were not as shocking as the "Goddess of My Dream", "Son of the Sun God" and "Mother Goddess".
The expressions on his face weren't that vivid either.
In response, He Wanqing explained, "I asked, and A Net of Pollack said that apart from those three sculptures, the rest were all his previous works, and their techniques weren't up to par. That's why they weren't that outstanding."
Feng Qinqin pouted in front of Lin Shuyue. "Of course it's not that great, it's like heaven and earth. Look at the eyeballs, they're carved like fighting cocks. How can those three sculptures in front be so realistic and detailed?"
Lin Shuyue also noticed the differences between the sculptures. She turned around and saw that quite a number of people had gathered in front of the three sculptures. Among them were several reporters, who shifted positions and took photos of the sculptures and the people beneath them.
"Is that white-haired old lady Professor Kang Mei from Huabai Academy of Fine Arts?"
"It's her, it's her." Lin Shuyue heard other people's conversation in her ears. As she spoke, Lin Shuyue's eyes fell on the white-haired old lady.
She wore a knee-length black coat, wide-leg pants, and three-centimeter-high pointed-toe boots. She also had an emerald green bracelet on her hand, which matched the earrings.
She stood with her back straight, looking at the sculpture in front of her with admiration, and there was an indescribable elegance in her every move.
"I didn't expect that Liu Chongsen, a student who was mediocre at the Academy of Fine Arts, suddenly became brilliant after entering the workforce, creating works that even Professor Kang Mei was fascinated by. Do you think that if he had still been at the Academy of Fine Arts and hadn't graduated, would Professor Kang Mei have accepted him as her apprentice?"
Lin Shuyue still heard the conversation. She turned her head to see a couple in their twenties. The man had long, slightly curly hair. Based on their attire and the content of their conversation, Lin Shuyue guessed they were also students at the Huabai Academy of Fine Arts.
"That's impossible. Our Academy of Fine Arts is full of talented people, and there are so many outstanding people. Liu Chongsen is famous now only because of those three statues. Look at these sculptures that are just to make up the number. Is any of them worth looking at more than one time?" The man retorted to his girlfriend.
Although He Wanqing also felt that apart from those three statues, her idol's other works were not as beautiful as even she, an outsider, could see, this was no reason for them to belittle their idol!
She opened her mouth and frowned, about to spit back, but Feng Qinqin, who knew her temper very well, covered her mouth and dragged her away by the neck.
When the three of them reached the stairwell, Feng Qinqin let go of He Wanqing. Her expression turned a bit colder as she looked at her. "Wanqing, can you be a little more reasonable? Putting aside the fact that you've only met that net of pollack once, let me ask you, how well do you know him? Is he worth getting into an argument with others over in a situation like this?"
Lin Shuyue leaned against the door and turned on the good and evil radar system. Feng Qinqin and He Wanqing's good and evil values were not high, and there was no one else at the scene except the three of them.
Lin Shuyue turned off the radar, walked to the door and leaned against it to keep watch for the two of them.
He Wanqing looked at Feng Qinqin with dissatisfaction. "Why don't I understand him? He's incredibly talented and has excellent character. It's just that compared to other students, he's a bit of a late bloomer. Look at what that guy was saying just now. He was so disdainful of a net of pollack. He's my idol, so can't I say a few words to defend him?"
Feng Qinqin was not afraid of her cold stare at all. They had known each other for ten years. He Wanqing had no other great qualities except that she was protective of her children. As long as they were good people she truly believed in, she would defend them.
She had been touched by Feng Qinqin's role in defending him before, but now, seeing He Wanqing defending someone she didn't even know, she felt quite upset.
"These things are known to the public, but what about the others? Do you know how old he is, how many people are in his family, and how many girlfriends he has had before?" Feng Qinqin felt that her friend's brain was becoming more and more abnormal ever since he got in touch with that guy named A Net of Pollack.
She was fine at first, but now she's in this state. Whenever she encounters this pollack, her brain feels like it's been chewed by a dog, not normal at all.
Feng Qinqin has tolerated He Wanqing for a long time.
He Wanqing looked at the angry Feng Qinqin with a blank expression. "Qinqin, are you stupid? I'm not planning on dating Net of Pollack. Why should I know so much about him? I just need to focus on his work."
He Wanqing has always felt that her relationship with Net of Pollack is like that of a fan to Qiu Feifei. She loves Net of Pollack's work, whether it's his poetry collections or his sculptures.
Because she loved his work, she also had admiration and respect for him, but as for the idea of her actually being in a relationship with a net of pollack, He Wanqing hadn't thought about it yet.
All Feng Qinqin's words were choked by He Wanqing's words. She felt completely defeated. If He Wanqing wanted to have some other connection with net of pollack, that was fine, but she had no such intentions.
She didn't have that idea, but she just didn't want anyone to say anything bad about him.
Feng Qinqin felt like she was holding her breath, unable to get it out or out. It was very uncomfortable.
Lin Shuyue's cell phone rang. She took out her phone and saw that it was a message from Hang Jiabai.
"Let's go, my boyfriend is here." On the way to the exhibition, Lin Shuyue had already told Feng Qinqin and the other that her boyfriend would also be coming.
They expressed their welcome. Now that Lin Shuyue had mentioned this matter, the two of them took advantage of the situation, looked at each other, and walked out, one on the left and one on the right, holding Lin Shuyue's hands.
The two spotted Hang Jiabai at the entrance to the sculpture exhibition. He was accompanied by a man of about the same height, but quite muscular. Judging from his muscular build, no one would have guessed he was a writer, and many would have believed he was a fitness trainer.
"Ah Bai." Lin Shuyue called out to Hang Jiabai, attracting the attention of Zuo Xiangfeng and Hang Jiabai.
Afterwards, he extinguished the cigarette in his hand and threw it into the ashtray on top of the trash can at the entrance of the clubhouse. Lin Shuyue looked at him and said to Hang Jiabai, "You are so lucky, your partner is so beautiful."
Lin Shuyue walked closer and heard Hang Jiabai's smug look and tone: "Are you jealous?"
Lin Shuyue couldn't help but laugh. What woman could resist her boyfriend praising her in front of other friends?
"Let's go, let's go inside and feel the influence of art." Zuo Xiangfeng didn't want to see his junior brother showing off his affection in front of him, so he took the lead and walked inside.
When passing by Feng Qinqin and He Wanqing, he paused slightly, glanced at He Wanqing, his eyes inexplicably dazed.
He Wanqing looked at him in confusion. In the end, it was Zuo Xiangfeng who couldn't hold it anymore. He apologized and strode away.
Lin Shuyue and the other two looked at Hang Jiabai in unison. Hang Jiabai said, "My senior brother's partner has a very similar temperament to your friend."
Lin Shuyue was stunned for a moment, then looked at He Wanqing. When He Wanqing wasn't expressing her fondness for the pollack she'd caught, or drinking, she was truly a gentle woman. This gentleness was especially evident when she was standing there quietly.
It is like a breeze, making people feel comfortable.
Lin Shuyue said: "Your senior brother must like his girlfriend very much."
Hang Jiabai held Lin Shuyue's hand, greeted Feng Qinqin and He Wanqing, and replied, "Yes, he like her very much. We used to practice shooting together at school, and after each shooting, he would pick up the discarded bullet shells, glue them together, and make them into handicrafts."
"Sometimes it's a vase, sometimes it's a small box. Under his leadership, many boys in our school have taken it upon themselves to pick up bullet shells and make handicrafts for their partners. Because of this, it's especially easy for students from our class to find a partner."
Hang Jiabai also followed the trend and made a handicraft, but he did not make things that girls would like, nor did he give them to others. Instead, he made a tank, which is still placed at the head of his bed.
"What a pity." Lin Shuyue sighed. It's easy to find a man with money and power, but it's hard to find a man with a heart.
Hang Jiabai said to Lin Shuyue: "I also followed the trend and made a tank. I will give it to you when I get back."
"Okay." Lin Shuyue agreed.
More and more people came to see the exhibition. Feng Qinqin and He Wanqing looked at the two people walking together in a loving manner, looked at each other, smiled, and left hand in hand, as if they were not the ones who had just quarreled.
Lin Shuyue and Hang Jiabai walked a few steps without seeing them, so they turned around to look, but no one was there. However, they received a text message from Feng Qinqin. In the text message, Feng Qinqin asked Lin Shuyue to have fun while she and He Wanqing went shopping.
"Your friend is sorry to bother us." Hang Jiabai smiled very gently.
Lin Shuyue also laughed, replied Feng Qinqin with a text message, and then the two continued shopping.
Lin Shuyue had already looked at these sculptures in advance. No matter whether they were human statues, animals or object statues, except for the three most famous ones, they were all unremarkable.
Hang Jiabai didn't understand art, and Lin Shuyue was just as knowledgeable as him. They walked forward and arrived at the exhibition area of the goddess of dreams and the son of the sun god.
Most of the people who came to the exhibition today came for these three sculptures, so there was a huge crowd in front of them.
Zuo Xiangfeng did not squeeze in, but stood away from the crowd, staring blankly at the statue of the goddess in his dream.
Hang Jiabai led Lin Shuyue to his side.
Although Zuo Xiangfeng is no longer a policeman and has left school for many years, he still has the necessary sharpness. As soon as the two of them stopped, he looked over.
He looked at Hang Jiabai, smiled bitterly and said, "Jiabai, I found that I might really be sick recently. Everyone I see looks like her."
Zuo Xiangfeng's gaze fell on the statue in front of him. The girl just now was fine; her temperament was indeed similar, but at least she was a real person. Now, this is a sculpture! He actually thought this sculpture looked like a real person!
How outrageous! Zuo Xiangfeng never knew he was such an outrageous person.
Lin Shuyue followed his gaze and her eyebrows twitched when she remembered He Wanqing's praise for the "a net of pollack".
Hang Jiabai was also watching. After he finished, he said, "This sculpture does look a bit like Sister Yuanyuan."
The "Sister Yuanyuan" that Hang Jiabai mentioned was actually Shi Muyuan, a native of the capital, but her family wasn't well off. She lost her father at the age of three, and followed her mother to remarry at the age of five. Her stepfather's family wasn't exactly bad to her, but they weren't particularly kind either.
Zuo Xiangfeng was her stepfather's neighbor. Because they were of similar age and grew up together, Zuo Xiangfeng was tall and handsome, and Shi Muyuan was gentle and charming, so they soon got together.
"Jiabai, how do people change so quickly? We were discussing this a month ago. After graduation, we'll both work hard. After a year of working, we'll get married. When we have a child, my mom will take care of it, and we'll both continue working hard for our future."
"A month later, she told me that I didn't understand romance and that she had found her true love. Then she disappeared from the face of the earth. It's been six years without any news." Perhaps it was because he saw He Wanqing, who looked very similar to Shi Muyuan today, that Zuo Xiangfeng felt a little impulse in his heart.
He vented his emotions in front of his junior fellow apprentice Hang Jiabai.
Hang Jiabai let go of Lin Shuyue's hand and patted his shoulder.
Zuo Xiangfengshou suppressed all his emotions and apologized to Hang Jiabai and Lin Shuyue: "I was planning to treat you to dinner tonight, but now I'm in this mood, I may not be able to treat you."
"I'm leaving first, Jiabai, sister-in-law, I'll treat you again tomorrow." After Zuo Xiangfeng finished speaking, he put his hands in his pockets and strode away.
Hang Jiabai had never been interested in the sculpture exhibition to begin with, and after taking a look from a distance, he no longer had the heart to look closely: "Let's go, let's wait for your friend outside."
"Okay." Lin Shuyue glanced at the statue of the goddess in her dream, took out her phone and sent a message to Feng Qinqin. Feng Qinqin and He Wanqing were shopping somewhere. Lin Shuyue reached the entrance of the exhibition hall before receiving the message from Feng Qinqin.
Feng Qinqin said that they would be out soon.
There was a flower stand at the entrance of the hall. The flowers in the stand had dried up, leaving only bare leaves. Lin Shuyue and the other person walked over and started chatting facing the hall.
"Isn't your senior brother's relationship with his girlfriend very good? Why do they want to break up suddenly?" Neither Hang Jiabai nor Zuo Xiangfeng said the word "break up suddenly". This was Lin Shuyue's own conclusion.
Hang Jiabai felt that Lin Shuyue's use of the word "suddenly" was very good. Isn't it just suddenly?
"We don't know why. At that time, she made some delicious food and asked my senior to bring it to us. But before even a week had passed, she said he wanted to break up. The worst part was, she even stopped going to her internship. She said she wanted to travel the world with a poet. We haven't heard from her since."
"At that time, we kept looking for her during our breaks from school. We searched the entire capital, but couldn't find her. Her mother stopped looking for her after more than a year. After all, she remarried and gave birth to another son." Hang Jiabai sighed.
Lin Shuyue continued to ask: "Then haven't you looked for her school?"
"Yes, I did. She was already interning at a school in the Haiyang District, underground of the capital. No one knew where she went. During the two months she was interning at the school, she didn't argue with anyone, didn't have any conflicts with anyone, and I didn't see her interacting closely with anyone."
"Aside from knowing that the person she fell in love with was a writer, we don't know anything else. After my senior started writing, he got to know many people in the industry, but after so many years of investigation, he still haven't found any clues about Sister Yuanyuan or the writer."
"He's already in his thirties and still hasn't gotten married. His parents are very unhappy with him and try to dissuade him every day. We spoke on the phone before, and he said he couldn't hold on any longer. He's the only child in the family and can't wait for Sister Yuanyuan for a few more years."
A cold wind blew by, bringing a hint of desolation. Lin Shuyue turned around and used her back to block the wind. Her voice floated in the wind: "What if Sister Yuanyuan gets married?"
Hang Jiabai had also asked this question: "He said it's fine. It doesn't matter whether she's living well or not, whether she's married or not, or whether she has children or not. It's enough for my senior to know that she's still alive."
"He can't get over the hurdle in his heart if he can't find her for a day." The previous Hang Jiabai didn't understand Zuo Xiangfeng's feelings. He thought that since they had broken up, as a partner, he had been looking for her for so many years, and even gave up his public office for her.
It was enough for his senior to do this. But after meeting Lin Shuyue, he realized that his senior brother was so stubborn only because his heart was full of love for Shi Muyuan.
He loved her too deeply, and because they didn't say goodbye properly, he couldn't let go.
Hang Jiabai thought of this and silently took Lin Shuyue's hand. She was not wearing gloves, so Hang Jiabai put her hand in his pocket.
"Let's buy a pair of gloves later."
"Okay."
After the two of them finished talking, they saw Feng Qinqin coming out alone.
"Qinqin, where's Wanqing?"
Feng Qinqin was also confused: "I just went to the bathroom, and she sent me a message saying she would come out and wait for me. But she didn't come out?"
"We've been waiting for you outside. The let's wait until we see her come out." Lin Shuyue said.
Feng Qinqin became anxious instantly: "Then where did she go?" As she spoke, she took out her cell phone to make a call, but no one answered the call.
Lin Shuyue and Hang Jiabai looked at each other and walked into the exhibition together.
The hall was crowded with people because the news of Professor Kang Mei's visit had reached Huabai Academy of Fine Arts, so many students were arriving one after another.
Lin Shuyue, Hang Jiabai, and Feng Qinqin entered the search from three directions.
The particularly bad intuition in Lin Shuyue's heart became stronger and stronger.
That bad feeling had been there since she stepped into the hall and saw the lifelike sculpture.
After superimposing the fact that Zuo Xiangfeng's girlfriend Shi Muyuan was very similar to the statue of the goddess in his dream, Shi Muyuan and He Wanqing had very similar temperaments, and He Wanqing's disappearance.
Lin Shuyue was certain that there was something wrong with this sculpture museum, a serious problem. Especially with the sculptor whose pen name was A Net of Pollack and whose real name was Liu Chongsen, the problem was even greater.
She went to the office of the organizer of the club and asked to check the surveillance footage near the bathroom.
The receptionist at the club's organizer was a little unhappy. He stroked his newly bought phone with an impatient look on his face: "Ma'am, your friend is an adult. She's not a child anymore. There's no need for you to check the surveillance video just because she just got lost."
Lin Shuyue looked at the thirty-something male receptionist with a cold face: "If you don't show me the surveillance now, then if anything happens to my friend, can you take full responsibility?"
Of course, the receptionist couldn't be held responsible. The impatience on his face deepened. "To be honest with you, the surveillance cameras in our exhibition hall are broken, so you can't see the surveillance cameras you want."
Lin Shuyue was about to speak when her phone rang. She raised her phone and saw it was Feng Qinqin calling. She glanced at the receptionist, who looked very confident, and answered the call. "Shuyue, something happened. Wanqing's bag was found at the back stairs. Her mother gave it to her the year she graduated and she loved it."
"She carry it with her wherever she go and never lose it. Something must have happened to her." Feng Qinqin's voice was filled with tears as she spoke.
Lin Shuyue's face darkened, and she immediately rushed out of the exhibition organizer's office: "Don't panic, I'll call my partner. Where are you now?"
"I'm at the exhibition center."
"Okay. I'll go down."
Lin Shuyue hung up the phone and went downstairs. She immediately caught sight of Feng Qinqin, who was crying while holding the bag in the exhibition center.
Lin Shuyue walked towards her. At this time, the host, who had not appeared until now, arrived. She stood at the front of the exhibition and held up the microphone. "Thank you all for coming to see Mr. Liu Chongsen's sculpture exhibition. As everyone knows, this is Mr. Liu's first exhibition since he became famous. Now, we would like to invite Mr. Liu Chongsen to talk about his original creative ideas."
Everyone in the exhibition looked over. In Lin Shuyue's good and evil radar, Liu Chongsen, a man with a bun, tall and long legs, handsome face, fair skin, and feminine temperament, had a good and evil value of up to 75%.
[ Ding ~~~ Congratulations to the host for finding the key figure, Liu Chongsen. The limited-time mission, The Secret of the Sculpture, has begun. Time limit: 3 days. Please assist the police in finding more evidence and redress the injustice of those who can no longer speak ~~~ ]