Chapter 381 Sketch
It is not difficult to find Mr. Bai who has lost the protection of the ant tribe, not to mention that his mother is a public figure in the art world. At present, Zhao Cai'e is determined to find someone to experiment with Xu Yingdong's research results, while Li Changgui is opposed to it. This problem is not difficult to solve - according to Zhang Nianzu's idea, just ask Mr. Bai himself.
On this trip, Zhang Nianzu only brought Xu Yingdong and Li Changgui.
In an upscale residential area, when they knocked on the door of Mr. Bai's house, Mr. Bai, who opened the door, was wearing an apron and holding a shovel in one hand. He answered the door while talking to his mother in the house with a smile on his face. When he saw Zhang Nianzu and others, the smile on his face immediately froze.
"Didn't I return the money to you?" In order to allow Mr. Bai to gain a foothold in the Ant Tribe, Jack and Du Heng had continued to buy his mother's paintings at high prices. During this period, Zhang Nianzu had indeed received several huge sums of money returned by him.
Zhang Nianzu said, "We are not here for this matter."
"That……"
Li Changgui asked, "Aren't you going to invite us in?"
Mr. Bai had no choice but to invite the three people into the house.
There were a bunch of dishes ready to be cooked in the kitchen. The door of the bedroom opposite the kitchen was open. An old lady was sitting in the middle of a pile of drawing boards, sketching lines on paper with charcoal sticks. The old lady was quite old, wearing a Mexican cloak, and her silver-white hair was pinned up with an antique hairpin. When she saw someone enter the room, she just nodded slightly, exuding an ethereal air that was otherworldly.
Mr. Bai invited Zhang Nianzu and others to sit down in the living room, while he himself stood next to an antique display cabinet. His meaning was very clear: he did not welcome these people and did not want this conversation to last too long.
Li Changgui looked at his floral apron and said, "We all suspected you were dead. I didn't expect you to be so cheerful."
Mr. Bai glanced at the bedroom to make sure his mother wouldn't hear their conversation, and then said, "That's the good thing about soldiers. Even if they die tomorrow, they can still be alive and kicking today."
Zhang Nianzu said: "Du Heng is gone."
Mr. Bai was silent for a moment, then asked, "Is that what you came to tell me?"
Li Changgui said: "I'll just ask directly, isn't your date coming?"
Mr. Bai said, "That's right. If he doesn't die today, he might die tomorrow. If he doesn't die tomorrow, he might die the day after tomorrow—" He smiled bitterly, "This is pretty damn scary. Fortunately, I can accompany my mother quietly these days. I have already written my will, saying that I have been diagnosed with a heart disease."
Zhang Nianzu asked: "If you die, will your mother still be able to live?"
"What can I do? I hope they can be open-minded as artists. So what are you doing here? Are you worried that I will die and stink in the house without anyone to take care of me?"
Zhang Nianzu said: "Doctor Xu extracted the warrior virus from Du Heng's blood before he died. It is possible that he has found a way to control it. Are you willing to try?"
Mr. Bai was stunned: "That is to say..."
Xu Yingdong said: "If this method succeeds, you will survive. But I can't guarantee it, and the side effects are unknown. It may kill you immediately, or it may make you live a life worse than death."
Mr. Bai was suddenly sweating profusely. He slowly slid out from the antique shelf to the sofa, and asked with a dry mouth, "What are the chances of survival?"
Xu Yingdong said: "I still can't tell you. If you insist on the data, it's between 0% and 100%."
Mr. Bai smiled bitterly and said, "As expected, you are a doctor. You never say anything for sure. But your data is even more frightening."
At this time, Mr. Bai's mother asked leisurely, "Son, how is your meal done ?"
Mr. Bai asked, "Are you hungry?"
Bai's mother continued to draw lines on the paper slowly and said with a smile: "I'm not hungry. Your mother is an old fairy. Remember not to put bean paste on all the dishes."
"Got it, old fairy."
The conversation between the mother and son is full of humor. The mother acts coquettishly to her son and the son pampers his mother. In fact, the old lady is also a person who likes to pamper her son.
Mr. Bai looked at the three people opposite him and became conflicted again.
Xu Yingdong took out a thin needle and said, "After this injection, the best result for you is to become an ordinary person. Although 45 is still middle-aged, you are used to the exercise methods of a warrior, and your life in the future may become very difficult."
Mr. Bai wiped his sweat and said, "You are really good at finishing off the enemy..."
Li Changgui said: "You can choose not to accept it. We are not here to force you."
Mr. Bai hesitated for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said, "I'm willing to try!"
Li Changgui sighed and said, "Actually, I'd rather you didn't accept it. Wouldn't it be good to die as a soldier?"
Mr. Bai suddenly stretched out his hand to Xu Yingdong and said, "Give it to me."
Zhang Nianzu asked, "Have you really thought it through?"
Mr. Bai nodded vigorously.
Xu Yingdong handed over the needle and said solemnly for the last time: "This is a virus, not a magic medicine. I hope you have really thought it through."
Mr. Bai took the syringe and said to Li Changgui: "I understand your pride, but I owe too much to our old fairy. I have fought as a warrior. Although I lost, that was the result. Now I just want to be an ordinary person." As he said that, he resolutely inserted the syringe into his arm.
The three men watched him push the blood in the syringe into his body.
Xu Yingdong asked nervously, "How do you feel?"
The sweat on Mr. Bai's head was pouring down even more.
Xu Yingdong asked, "Is it very uncomfortable?"
"I don't feel anything for now—" Mr. Bai wiped off the sweat and said, "I was just scared."
Zhang Nianzu asked, "How could this happen?"
Xu Yingdong said: "Maybe the effect won't be that fast."
Mr. Bai said, "Come back to see me in a week. If I'm still alive, it means the experiment was successful." He stood up tremblingly and said, "I won't keep you for dinner."
The other party ordered them to leave, so the three people had to say goodbye.
At this time, the old lady asked, "Are you leaving?"
The three of them smiled and said, "Let's go, Auntie."
The old lady strolled out of the house, holding a stack of papers in her hand and said, "I'll give each of you a small gift."
The three of them took them and looked, only to see that on the three pieces of paper were sketches of the three of them. It turned out that the old lady had drawn a picture for each of them in such a short time. What was rare was that she only used simple charcoal outlines, but she was able to capture both the spirit and the form.
Xu Yingdong praised: "It's so realistic, I want to use it as my phone screensaver."
The old lady raised her chin slightly, looking a little proud, and winked at Mr. Bai mischievously, as if to say, "Look how much your mother makes you proud in front of your friends."
Li Changgui accidentally saw a sketch in the old lady's hand, and he couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise. The person on the paper had a handsome face, and it was clearly Jack.
At this time, Zhang Nianzu also saw Jack's portrait. The old lady noticed their strange expressions and said, "This is also my son's friend. He came here a few days ago. Do you know him?" Zhang Nianzu hurriedly tried to pass him off.
Mr. Bai sent a few people to the corridor, and then he looked back and saw that his mother had gone home. He said, "Don't think too much. Jack did come to me and asked me to help him again, but I refused."
Li Changgui asked, "What else does he want?"
"Then I don't know. I'm already dying, why should I worry about these things?"
Zhang Nianzu said: "If you don't die this time, you should spend time with your mother. The old lady is very lovely."
Mr. Bai nodded, looked at the sketches in their hands and said, "Although my mother's paintings are not as valuable as she thinks, please don't throw them away when you go out. She will be sad if she sees them."
Zhang Nianzu said: "No."
"Thank you." After saying this, Mr. Bai's expression suddenly changed, and then he staggered at the stairs.
Xu Yingdong asked hurriedly: "Any reaction?"
"No! I still have soup cooking in the pot!" Before he finished speaking, Mr. Bai turned around and rushed into the house.
Xu Yingdong comforted him, "Don't worry, it's not burnt, I just added too much pepper—"
