Roaming in the world of film and television

three days later.

Qindao Liuting Airport.

Lin Yue got into a taxi, first went to the Municipal Bureau to meet the director, explained his purpose, and after getting permission, he went to the hotel to check in, ate something casually in the restaurant, and then hailed a taxi to Shinan District.

Lin Yue had been to Qindao before, but that was more than ten years later. In the 1990s, there were not many cars on Qindao Street. Traffic lights were only at important intersections. Blue and white trams would stop in front of the stop signs for a long time. The conductor opened the window next to the door and told people not to be crowded, get off first, then get on.

FAW Xiali is not outdated yet, and Volkswagen Santana is already a mid-to-high-end car. Occasionally, when an Audi passes by, people will stop and give way at a distance.

Less than 20 years since the reform and opening up, simplicity is written on the faces of most people.

The car stopped near Badaguan, Lin Yue took out 5 dollars, the master calculated for a long time to give him change, Lin Yue said "no need" three times before giving up, he got out of the car and walked forward for a while, he was still chasing him Come up and ask if you want an invoice.

In Qindao in April, the weather is getting warmer and the sun is warm.

He was wearing a suit and walking on the boulevard, attracting curious eyes from female tourists from time to time.

Passing through Badaguan from east to west, and entering Signal Hill along Qingshi Road, he saw the target of Qindao trip - Ruan Wen near the top of the mountain.

She is wearing a green coat and sitting on a small stool with a gray gauze scarf around her. There is a drawing board in front of her, a paint tray in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, and she paints the beauty of the red tiles, white walls, blue sky and blue sea little by little. .

She didn't notice Lin Yue's arrival, and Lin Yue didn't bother her either.

One is drawing and the other is watching.

The person who paints sees the distant scenery, and the person who sees it sees her painting the scenery.

The so-called Badaguan refers to eight streets named after "Guan". There are many European-style classical buildings distributed among them. It used to be a foreigner-inhabited area, but after liberation, it was opened to the public as a famous scenic spot in Qindao City.

In Ruan Van's painting, sky blue and sea blue are reversed, red tiles and white walls are looming, and the spring peaches on Shaoguan Road seem to be flying.

She belongs to the Post-Impressionists.

Impressionism is good at using light, shadow and color to construct fresh and vivid works, implanting unforgettable instant impressions in the hearts of the audience. The Post-Impressionists will add personal emotions, cognition, and thinking into it, injecting soul into the paintings, representative figures such as Cézanne and Van Gogh.

Lin Yue stood still without making a sound, until she finished the last stroke and put down the paint tray to take a rest, when she suddenly noticed the first visitor to the new painting.

She smiled, showing her beautiful teeth.

Just like the ending scene of the movie "Wu Shuang", she was not in a high mood, her face was still a little pale, and she seemed impatient with the spring cold.

She is a little strange, because in the past, people often stopped to observe when painting in scenic spots, but when she looked back, most Chinese people would walk away with a smile, but some foreigners praised her.

"Miss Ruan Wen?"

Ruan Wen got up and closed the skirt of the dark green coat with his hands: "Sir, do you know me?"

Lin Yue stretched out his right hand: "Lin Yue, Royal Canadian Mounted Police, I think Miss He Weilan should have mentioned my name to you."

"It's Police Officer Lin, you came so fast." Ruan Wen reached out and shook his hand.

Her hands were a bit cold, and it was unknown whether it was due to exposure to the cold spring for too long, or because of her own constitution.

Lin Yue said, "I'm here for the 'painter'."

"I know." Ruan Wenchao gently cited the stone tables and stools for tourists to rest at the back: "Let's go there and talk."

"good."

Lin Yue walked over and sat down.

"Hasn't the 'painter' already been arrested?"

More than half a month ago, He Weilan traveled from HK to the northwest just to tell her that the murderer who killed her fiancé Luo Wen had been arrested, but to her, the person is already dead, so what's the point if the murderer can't be caught.

Lin Yue nodded: "The 'painter' has been arrested, but the story of the 'painter' has not been completed yet. I came here this time just to learn more about Li Wen."

"Didn't Police Officer He tell you? That man used to live next door to my house. If you talk about the deepest impression, he seldom goes out and has weird eyes."

Lin Yuexin said that his favorite person is you, and of course he looks at you differently.

"Didn't madam tell you that he always liked you?"

Nguyen Van shook his head.

Lin Yue took out a photo from his pocket: "Then do you recognize this person?"

"Officer Lin, are you kidding me?"

The person in the photo is wearing a black windbreaker and sunglasses, which is what she wore when she attended Luo Wen's memorial service. Because she didn't want to be seen sad, she had been wearing sunglasses for several hours. I heard that several big companies The directors were not happy about this.

Lin Yue silently put away the photos.

It seems that He Weilan didn't tell her about Li Wen and Wu Xiuqing's entanglement with her, but I don't know if it was to take care of her feelings, or if she finally heard that Li Wen and her were just neighbors, and realized that the contents of the confession were all the artist's one-sided words, Afraid of causing unnecessary misunderstanding, I didn't give her a detailed explanation.

"She's not you, her name is Wu Xiuqing."

Ruan Wen looked at him puzzled.

"Actually, Li Wen has always liked you. Later, Wu Xiuqing was rescued in the Golden Triangle, and she underwent plastic surgery to look like you. A month ago, she pretended to be you and went to Hong Kong to release Li Wen on bail."

Ruan Wen was stunned for a moment, looking hard to accept this matter.

It took a long time for her to recover, and forced a smile: "I'm sorry, I've been in China for the past two months, and I don't know what's going on outside. The last time Police Officer He came over, I didn't say much. I just asked about Li Wen and left. gone."

"I think she didn't say much because she felt that telling you these things would only increase her troubles."

"Yeah, so what if I know, the person is gone." Ruan Wen looked back at the distant scenery, using this movement to cover up the fleeting pain on his face.

"I'm sorry about Mr. Luo."

Ruan Wen shook his head: "The dead cannot be brought back to life, but the living must continue to live."

She stared blankly at the nearly completed painting on the easel, wondering what she was thinking.

"Miss Ruan Wen."

Lin Yue woke her up: "I wonder if Ms. Ruan has any plans to return to Vancouver in the near future?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"It's like this. If possible, I'd like to take a look at the place where you and Li Wen once lived."

"Officer Lin, you don't need to make this trip. I have the room key in the hands of my friend in Vancouver. You can go back and find him directly."

"So you haven't sold the house over there yet?"

"It's a place where I've lived for ten years anyway, so I always feel that staying here will give me a sense of belonging."

"I hope to go to Vancouver with Ms. Ruan. I know this request sounds a little presumptuous, but the order given to me by my superiors is to find out the whole story of the 'painter' case. As a policeman, I need to know all the information about the criminal and All sorts of details."

"I'm sorry, Officer Lin, I have no plans to leave China for the time being. I can't help you with this matter." Ruan Wen said calmly. Although his tone was still friendly, his words were firm.

"Miss Ruan Wen, helping me complete the investigation is also a comfort to Mr. Luo to a certain extent. I think... how about you think about it again? And as far as I know, you haven't been back to Vancouver for two years. My friends around here miss you very much."

"Officer Lin, didn't you see that I was painting?" Ruan Wen raised his head and glanced at the sky, "And I've improved a lot in the past six months, and when I go back there, I will think about the past."

nerve-wracking~

Lin Yue was at a loss. She insisted not to go back to Vancouver, and she couldn't force herself.

Knowing that Ruan Wen's home is the place where everything started, and understanding the growth history of the "painter" is an absolutely insurmountable link.

Now... what can I do to make her change her mind?