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I was stunned for a moment: "No time?"

Gao Wenyuan said helplessly: "The teacher keeps saying this. He seems very anxious, especially these days. He doesn't eat or drink and he doesn't want to sleep."

"Professor Gao, can you tell me why there is no time?"

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Tell me first, what do you know?" Professor Gao became anxious and stood up from the ground suddenly, holding my arm tightly.

"This painting is related to the twenty-eight constellations."

"Yes, it's the stars, are there any more?" Professor Gao stared at me with his red eyes.

"The twenty-eight constellations are divided into four images, the green dragon, the white tiger, the red bird, and the Xuanwu. This painting is very similar to the Xuanwu."

The Twenty-Eight Constellations do not belong to the live broadcast room, so it doesn’t matter if you talk about it and discuss it with others.

"I know all this, just get to the point!" Beads of sweat broke out on Professor Gao's forehead.

"Besides that." I thought about it for a moment and muttered, "This painting should be related to a person."

"Who?" Professor Gao's pupils were trembling, and his grip on my hand tightened, making my skin ache.

"Zhang Jianming." I didn't say Xiangongtang directly.

I don’t know how Professor Gao obtained this painting, let alone his relationship with these things, so I shouldn’t say too much.

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If he knows Xiangongtang, then it is enough for me to name Zhang Jianming.

If he didn't know, it wouldn't reveal anything.

"Zhang Jianming!" Professor Gao's eyes widened instantly, as if he suddenly understood, and nodded fiercely.

"It's him! It's indeed him! It's him!"

He obviously knew Zhang Jianming, but his expression was gritted teeth and full of resentment.

Gao Wenyuan couldn't help but look surprised when he saw his adoptive father's reaction.

"Professor Gao, do you know Zhang Jianming?" I asked tentatively.

I don’t know which Zhang Jianming he knows.

"We know it, we know it so well! It's him who took away my wife!" Professor Gao grabbed the Xuanwu Diagram and tore it into pieces with a few blows.

It was as if that picture was his enemy.

Gao Wenyuan's expression became even more shocked. It seemed that he didn't know that his adoptive father had ever been married.

"Teacher, what is going on?" he asked doubtfully.

Professor Gao did not answer him, but paced back and forth restlessly in the studio, not caring if he stepped on paint or paper.

His eyes were red and his expression was ferocious, as if he was crazy.

Gao Wenyuan was worried and wanted to step forward to comfort him, but looked at Professor Gao's expression and backed away.

"Li Xiaofeng, who is Zhang Jianming?" he looked at me and asked.

"I think it's better for your teacher to answer this question." I shook my head.

Zhang Jianming, who could take away Professor Gao's wife, must be about the same age as him. I have never seen this Zhang Jianming.

"But the teacher..." Gao Wenyuan sighed, not knowing what to say.

Fortunately, after a while, Professor Gao suddenly calmed down.

"Wenyuan, you take the guests downstairs first, don't neglect, I will come later." He ordered Gao Wenyuan.

"Teacher" Gao Wenyuan hesitated, swallowed up all the questions, and replied obediently with a good word.

"Li Xiaofeng, come downstairs with me first."

"good."

The two of us returned to the living room, and the nanny Aunt Mei brought tea and fruit.

Gao Wenyuan had no appetite and kept looking towards the stairs.

"For so long, I didn't even know that the teacher was married. He never mentioned it." He sighed.

"He should have gotten married before adopting you. How can you tell outsiders that your wife ran away with someone else?" I took a sip of tea.

"Who is Zhang Jianming? He did such a shameless thing and hurt the teacher! Let me find him, and I will never let him go!"

"I'm afraid it's not as simple as you think."

"What do you mean?" Gao Wenyuan was stunned for a moment, "What do you know, can't you tell me first?"

"I only know that Zhang Jianming is related to Xuanwu Tu, but I don't know about the grudge between him and your teacher."

"Who is Zhang Jianming and where is he?" Gao Wenyuan frowned and gritted his teeth.

"I really don't know about that. He is very mysterious and never shows up easily." I spread my hands.

"You, you did it on purpose, right?" Gao Wenyuan's voice rose, "Isn't it because last time, I didn't tell you who the person who asked me to hand over the horror animation was? Are you the one?"

"Wen Yuan, what are you doing?"

Before I could speak, Professor Gao's voice came from the stairs.

"Teacher!" Gao Wenyuan stood up immediately.

Professor Gao slowly walked down the stairs. He changed out of his clothes stained by paint, washed and tidied up his appearance. His calm expression was completely different from his previous crazy state.

Looks elegant and wise.

"Teacher, you're done!" Gao Wenyuan was surprised and happy.

Professor Gao raised his hand, interrupted him, stared at his face and said, "Wenyuan, do you also think I'm crazy?"

"Teacher, I" Gao Wenyuan looked ashamed and hesitated to speak. Finally, he lowered his head and whispered sorry.

"I don't blame you." Professor Gao patted his shoulder kindly, "Anyone who looked at my previous situation would think I was crazy."

"But I'm not crazy, I know what I'm doing."

"Teacher, I was wrong. I shouldn't have missed you so much." Gao Wenyuan still lowered his head, "I was just too worried about you and wanted to find out what was going on."

"You're right, there are things I don't want you to know. It's for your own good." Professor Gao waved his hand.

"You have worked hard these days. Go to your room and rest. I have something to say and I want to talk to this person alone."

Professor Gao looked at me.

"My name is Li Xiaofeng, hello, Professor Gao." I smiled and introduced myself again.

"Mr. Li, please forgive me for my inconvenience before. Can you follow me to the study to talk alone?"

"certainly."

Gao Wenyuan wanted to say something more, but after looking at Professor Gao's expression, he nodded silently and went upstairs even though he was reluctant.

Professor Gao took me into the study and asked the nanny Aunt Mei to make tea again and bring it in.

"Aunt Mei, close the door and don't disturb unless I tell you to."

"Okay, Professor Gao."

When Aunt Mei left, she closed the door.

The study is elegant and quiet, with a quiet and pleasant view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. It is a very suitable place for quiet work.

But I discovered a phenomenon.

There are no paintings hanging in the entire villa, including Professor Gao's own paintings.

Professor Gao took two sips of tea to moisten his throat before speaking slowly.

"I actually hate drawing."

"You are a great painter, you are so humble." Three black lines appeared on my forehead and I smiled silently.

What he said was like Lao Liu who didn't know the beauty of his wife, and Jack Ma who regretted having killed Ali.

"I'm not a particularly artistic person, and I don't know why I got to where I am today."

Professor Gao smiled bitterly, as if he was really troubled.

"Many times, I have no inspiration. I am obviously staring at the easel in a daze, but when I come back to my senses, a painting has been completed."

"I'm ashamed to say that I didn't draw anything in a daze, only that Xuanwu picture."

"Because this picture is related to the disappearance of my wife."

"Unforgettable!"