Golden Fishery

Qin Shiou looked down at the little squirrel strangely, the latter tilted his head and looked at him curiously, his big eyes and small eyes met.

The little squirrel was born only a few months ago, and there were few people coming to the Daqin fishery. It was estimated that it had never seen a human before, and did not know how to be afraid. It also swept the back of Qin Shiou's hand with its big tail.

The back of his hand was swept by the soft tail hair, so Qin Shiou smiled. He reached out and picked up a blueberry dipped in syrup and slowly handed it to the little squirrel.

The little squirrel tilted its head and looked at the blue fruit. It stretched out its small paws to catch it. After studying it for a while, it held the blueberry fruit with both paws and sent it to its mouth, biting off half of it in one bite, and its cheeks were bulging. The small mouth 'bahabahaha' chewed up.

The blueberries that Qin Shiou bought tasted very good, sweet and sour, tender and juicy. The little squirrel became happy after taking a bite, and without hesitation, he filled the remaining half into his mouth and ate it quickly.

Eating blueberries, the little squirrel squatted down in front of Qin Shiou's pillow, leaning on it like him, squinting his eyes and looking very happy.

Qin Shiou laughed, this little squirrel reminded him of a golden-backed hamster he raised when he was a child, they were all just as cute.

After eating the blueberry fruit, the little squirrel looked up at him again, Qin Shiou took a North American black tea and handed it to him, but the little squirrel wisely pushed the black tea away with his paws, and his dark eyes stared dryly at the fruit bowl. blueberries.

"This is more delicious." Qin Shiou said with a smile, he bit Heidi a little, and then deliberately chewed loudly.

The little squirrel stared at him blankly. Qin Shiou dipped the remaining black tea into syrup and handed it to it. This time, he hesitated, then stretched out his paws to catch the black tea and took a bite. It tasted really delicious. Once again 'bahabaha' eat up.

Qin Shiou rubbed the little squirrel's head with the belly of his index finger, but the latter was not disgusted, he lowered his head and hugged Heidi and gnawed on it. For the little one, it was a big meal.

After eating the black twig, the little squirrel became more courageous, and climbed onto Qin Shiou's shoulder along the pillow. It stood on tiptoe for a while, found a comfortable position and then lay on it, staring at the fruit plate.

Qin Shiou was afraid of holding on to it, so he put down the fruit plate and watched a movie. As a result, the little squirrel rubbed its front paws on his shoulders and began to step on his feet again, watching the fruit plate and sticking out its pink tongue.

Seeing that it was not full, Qin Shiou gave it another blueberry and held the blueberry. This time, the little squirrel did not eat it directly, but stared at Qin Shiou's side face seriously.

Qin Shiou watched the movie with relish. The little squirrel ate two mouthfuls of blueberries, and started watching TV with the remaining half in his arms, without blinking his eyes.

Every time Qin Shiou was amused by the plot and the four main actors of Amusement B, the little squirrel also stepped on his shoulders with his short legs. When Qin Shiou turned his head, it would quiet down again, staring at Qin Shiou with wide eyes.

Big eyes to small eyes, one person and one squirrel.

After watching the movie, Qin Shiou was still a little unfulfilled, and the little squirrel seemed to have the same meaning, so he rubbed his front paws and called out twice.

Qin Shiou stretched out his hand to hold the little squirrel carefully, but the latter was not afraid, and kept scratching his ears and cheeks in his palm.

"Let's give you a name." Qin Shiou looked at the little squirrel's brown-red hair tips for a while, "How about calling you Xiaohong?"

The little squirrel didn't understand what he said, just kept turning around, so it seemed that he was shaking his head and shaking his tail as if he didn't agree with his name.

Qin Shiou thought about it,

He said to himself: "In this way, let me see if you are a man or a woman. If it is a girl, you must be called Xiaohong."

He had hamsters at home when he was in elementary school, so he knew how to identify the sex of these little things. After a while, he massaged the little squirrel's hind legs, and a little Ding Ding bounced. Seeing this, Qin Shiou smiled and said, "Okay, Then change your name, you are a boy, then call Xiaoming!"

He let go of the little squirrel and was just about to train the little guy's conditioned reflex on names, when a car whistle came from outside the window.

The sound was a bit harsh, and the little squirrel was startled, and went back to its maple nest along the window.

Qin Shiou knew that Auerbach was here, and sure enough, the old man's majestic old face appeared shortly after.

Auerbach's hometown is bidding farewell to the town, and he has now retired and returned to live in the town. But if people around him have legal needs, he will help for free, so everyone who knows him respects him.

In North America, lawyers' fees are very high. Ordinary people can't afford lawyers. The kind of Hollywood blockbusters who often say "I won't speak until my personal lawyer comes" is nonsense.

Qin Shiou took out the paintings together, and Auerbach obviously came prepared. He opened his laptop and found a series of Van Gogh paintings, including eleven high-definition photos of "Sunflowers" in existence.

"Where did you find these paintings?" Auerbach asked, flipping through them.

Qin Shiou pointed to the top of his head and said, "In the attic, my hometown has the habit of hiding treasures in the attic, so yesterday I thought, will my second grandfather leave anything in the attic? I found these paintings."

Auerbach looked at a few landscape sketches, nodded and said, "This Mr. Pinarjean is very good at painting. Although I haven't heard much of his name, I think he should be a great painter."

Qin Shiou was not in the mood to discuss with him the identity of Pinajean. He carefully opened the pair of sunflowers and handed them to Auerbach, who pushed the computer to him and said, "Go and see for yourself."

Leaving such a sentence, Auerbach continued to immerse himself in watching those paintings by Pina Jean, one by one very seriously.

Qin Shiou slid the mouse, and high-definition photos of "Sunflowers" appeared scrolling. He didn't even glance at it, and he was suddenly depressed, because one of these photos was exactly the same as the painting in his hand, and there was a note next to the photo, saying that this The painting was discovered in 1900 and is now in the collection of the British Museum in England.

"Damn it, isn't it, this painting of mine is a fake?" Qin Shiou became frustrated.

In this way, Qin Shiou's anticipation for the night was like the snow covered by the sun, which melted away at once.

He threw the painting in his hand to Auerbach, who ducked for a while, carefully held up a painting, and said, "Kid, be careful, if you ruin this painting, then I bet you will Annoyed and want to commit suicide!"

"Those are all paintings by Pi Najean, what can they be worth?" Qin Shiou said weakly.

Auerbach laughed, shook his head and said, "No, boy, this is not!"

Qin Shiou was surprised, he had seen it yesterday, and the thirty paintings were all by Pi Narang. But he knew that Auerbach did things calmly and would not aimlessly, so he leaned over to take a look.

The painting in Auerbach's hand is about one meter long and half a meter wide. Qin Shiou didn't understand exactly what it was depicting. It used a bunch of lines to outline the shape of a person, and a scribbled line was written on the top of the drawing paper. The letters: Femme-au-Tambourin.

Seeing this painting, Qin Shiou remembered it. Four or five of these paintings were abstract lines that he couldn't understand at all. There was no beauty in his eyes, so he scribbled at them and threw them aside.

"This painting is very valuable?" Qin Shiou's eyes lit up.

Auerbach smiled slightly, pointed to a small letter in the lower right corner and said, "If this name is real, it should be very valuable."

Qin Shiou was skeptical. He looked at the lower right corner of the painting, a series of hundreds of letters, and said in amazement: "God, you won't tell me that these letters are the name of a person? Is he African? NBA? Star Dikembe - Mutombo's hometown?"

Auerbach shook his head, he gently stroked the drawing paper, and said: "This is Spanish, the name of the painting is "Woman with a Golden Drum", and the following words are indeed the name of a person, called: Pablo -Diego-José-Francisco-de-Paola-Juan-Nepomucheno-Maria-de-Los Remedios-Cipriano-De la Santizima-Trini Dade-Ruiz-Picasso!"

Hearing the last word, Qin Shiou couldn't help taking a deep breath. Everyone on earth knows Picasso's name! And what was Picasso best at painting? Earth people also know that it is abstract painting!

However, with the fake Van Gogh's "Sunflower" in front, Qin Shiou was much more cautious and asked suspiciously, "You don't think this painting is genuine, do you?"

Auerbach nodded slowly and said solemnly: "If nothing else, this painting is indeed the real thing. As for the reason, I will ask an old friend of mine to explain it to you. His words are more authoritative because he That's what it does!"