Marvel Road to Survival

Chapter 120 Qing and Qingyi

Hangzhou, Yiwen Gallery. Before the ambulance arrived, Qiao Qi woke up and felt that her lips were dry, so she got up to find a glass of water.

"You're awake." The silk curtains at the head of the canopy bed were stirred by a gust of fragrant wind, and a graceful figure stood up from the saddle.

"Want to drink some water? I'll get it for you." Miss Wen left her back and bent down to pour the water. It was a dazzling white color, and the curve of her back that makes many men dream about it. You can see everything under the t-shirt.

Only then did he realize that he was lying in a small apartment in the studio. There was a wooden canopy bed with antique color. There was a mahogany table against the wall opposite, with an incense burner on it. Although there was no incense, there was a kind of smell in the whole room. A calming fragrance.

"This is the boss's private lounge." Qiao Qi quickly judged the situation and felt a little uneasy. He casually entered the woman's boudoir and lay down on her bed. Although it was already 9012, the boss looked very perverse. Doesn't look like someone to be trifled with.

Looking at the calligraphy hanging on the wall, it turned out to be half of Su Shi's "Ding Feng Bo", and I couldn't hear the sound of beating leaves in the forest.

Don't listen to the sound of forest hitting leaves, why not scream and walk slowly.

Bamboo sticks and mango shoes lighter than horses,

谁怕

A smoky rain and a life.

Signed by Wen Qingyi

The font is vigorous and powerful, full of passion, gushing energy, arrogant brushstrokes, and sharp strokes. At first I thought this gentle woman was good at regular script, but I didn't know that she had such profound knowledge in regular script.

She looks like a classic beauty from a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, but she has noble aspirations in her heart and is unwilling to follow the crowd. It looks like a clear breeze and bright moon, but there are thousands of troops

"I was scared to death. I thought you had a bad heart. I searched your bag and couldn't find any medicine. The ambulance is coming soon. Anyway, go to the hospital for a checkup."

Miss Wen paused and handed a glass of water: "What disease history have you had in the past?"

"No, it might be hypoglycemia." Qiao Qi didn't know why he fainted. He still remembered that he had a lot of nosebleeds.

"You were unconscious for about ten minutes, so I called an ambulance. The studio was too messy, so" she tangled her hands and fingers together, saying that she had no choice but to help him to the inner room.

"The calligraphy is good." Qiao Qi raised his chin.

"Hey, no. This is just for fun. Why are you like this? You are a patient now. Aren't you panicking? What if it turns out to be leukemia or something?" She felt that she had made a mistake and looked at Qiao cautiously. Qi's pale face.

"It'll be okay, I'm very healthy." Qiao Qi got up and went to the ground, drank the water in the glass, smacked his lips and said:

"Your regular script is better than your regular script. At least it's better in terms of artistic conception. Why don't you scream and walk slowly?" Qiao Qi had pointed out.

Miss Wen's face instantly turned red: "Young and frivolous, young and frivolous. When I wrote this, I was still young."

Qiao Qi touched this and looked at that. The furnishings in the boss's private rest room were worth a lot of money. The dressing table was actually made of rosewood, the table on which the incense burner was placed was made of mahogany, the canopy bed was also made of mahogany, and the curtains and sheets were all made of silk. If you look closely, you will see that the embroidery techniques are different and they are all handmade products.

There was an embarrassment in the small lounge. Qiao Qi did not dare to look at the boss. Women would blush whenever they made eye contact with him, as if this big boy was saying: Oh, senior sister, you are still in the second grade at such an old age.

The arrival of paramedics saved Miss Wen from the numb paw, and she quickly described her symptoms to doctors. The two men in white coats ignored Qiao Qi's explanation. After paying Miss Wen's medical expenses, they decisively carried Qiao Qi into the ambulance one after another.

"Doctor, I'm really fine. I really don't need to go to the hospital. It's not going to happen." Qiao Qi was pressed on the folding bed in the car.

"Young man, this kind of sudden fainting is very dangerous. It is very likely to be a cardiovascular and cerebrovascular problem. Do you know that young people nowadays always stay up late and eat randomly? Even those who are young will have cerebral thrombosis. . Do a comprehensive inspection, you can rest assured, and your boss can rest assured as well.”

The doctor gave Qiao Qi some medical knowledge along the way. Qiao Qi thought about the balance in his account. If he couldn't reimburse the hospital fees this time, he would be left with nothing at the end of the month.

The emergency room has some advantages. It has a dedicated laboratory department and you can jump in the queue for certain items. Qiao Qi just drew a few tubes of blood and found that the boss had followed him.

She drove behind the ambulance and was now asking earnestly about Qiao Qi's condition and running back and forth to help pay the bill.

"This boss can do it, he's responsible enough." Qiao Qi silently praised the beautiful boss.

"It's not easy to find a baby. This exhibition in four European countries depends entirely on him. Don't really find out that he has a terminal illness. God bless you, Amitabha." Miss Wen kept praying in her heart.

The two of them were bored waiting for the results. Qiao Qi's aura did not match the woman's. He was a handsome young man with an approachable face. Miss Wen, on the other hand, constantly exudes the aura of keeping strangers away. If a beautiful woman has too strong aura, she will always make people around her uncomfortable.

Qiao Qi plucked up the courage several times to talk about something to ease the embarrassment, and even wanted to use college life to get close, but after seeing the look in his boss's eyes, he felt that this woman did not have a life, at least not a normal life.

It was already lunch time when the test results came out. The doctor looked at a lot of forms and long lists that Qiao Qi couldn't understand, and finally determined that he was healthy in all aspects, and his physical indicators were almost at the level of an athlete. The only thing that is somewhat incomprehensible is that his electroencephalogram is rather special, showing that his brain discharge frequency is much higher than that of ordinary people.

If ordinary people had this kind of discharge frequency, they might suffer from epilepsy and then die, but Qiao Qi was completely normal. The doctor's final explanation was that Qiao Qi's brain may be running many times faster than an ordinary person's because its meninges emit a high amount of heat. This situation has occurred in some genius scientists, and it may be a very interesting subject.

Qiao Qi decisively refused the doctor's attempt to call colleagues from the neurology department or even brain surgery for a consultation. He was unwilling to be the thesis material for Angel in White.

After hurriedly bidding farewell to the enthusiastic doctor, Qiao Qi left with the boss.

"I forgot to ask, your name is Wen Qingyi"

"Wen Qing, your dear friend." The boss spoke harshly. Knowing that Qiao Qi was fine, she resolutely put on a cold face. She was worried about that half of the poem being seen, just like a boy's treasured seed being exposed. Same as turned out.

Wen Qing's car is a BMW ni. It's quite tasteful for a classical beauty to drive such a cute car.

"Why don't you have a meal and then go back to your gallery? Why don't you provide lunch?" Qiao Qi's voice became weaker and weaker when he saw Wen Qing's squinting eyes.

"There is a restaurant that delivers food to Yi Wen at noon. Let's go back and eat, and meet your colleagues by the way." Wen Qing shifted into forward gear, stepped on the accelerator, and felt a push on his back. Qiao Qi felt that the boss was driving very wildly.

Qiao Qi met two of his colleagues, a eldest sister in her thirties and an old man. The eldest sister, whose surname is Zhao, specializes in silk meticulous painting, with graceful brushwork and elegant lines.

The old man’s surname is Bai. He is over years old. He used to be the veteran of a calligraphy and painting association, but now he has been re-employed. He made prints in Japan in his early years. After returning to China, he combined elements of traditional Chinese painting to create many remarkable works. He is a superb carving knife. I don’t know why the boss invited this great guy here.

The lunch was very good. Bai Lao told Qiao Qi that there are three restaurants that deliver meals to the gallery, which change every day, including Huaiyang cuisine and Sichuan cuisine. The standard is three dishes and one soup per person. Qiao Qi quietly opened the takeout app and looked at the restaurants listed on the food boxes. The prices were not cheap.

Wen Qing canceled today's visit to the interviewers. There were not many guests in the gallery. It was very quiet here. Occasionally, tourists visiting the West Lake would feel the peaceful atmosphere in the alleys. They might touch the gallery and watch the paintings quietly. , maybe take some photos, but very few will offer to buy.

After Qiao Qi came back, he simply finished the work and had completed thirty oil paintings. Most of these paintings were in abstract style. This kind of work relies entirely on creativity and only requires enough energy and a little inspiration to complete the paintings.

The results were shocking. Qiao Qi once drew at most a dozen pictures at a time. Today, he felt in good condition and was full of inspiration. He asked him to draw twice as many pictures. But the control of brushes, the ideas of composition, and the draft of the finished product have never been so clear as today. Qiao Qi felt that his brain was spinning, and his thinking was running much faster than before.

"The doctor said that my discharge frequency is many times higher than that of ordinary people. This is my brother's talent." Qiao Qi happily prepared to start the next batch of works.