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"Would you rich people hang fake paintings in your homes?"

Lu Chen turned to look at her: "Don't you think this is a very cheap behavior?"

"Well... it seems like there is a little bit."

The young rich woman nodded blankly: "The artworks and other things in the house are all real. The things I used and the clothes I wore since I was a child are not even cheaper brands, let alone fake ones."

"I didn't know about counterfeit goods until I went to college..."

Well, that’s what I expected.

For rich people, face is the most important thing, so they definitely take this kind of thing very seriously.

Lu Chen stared at the not-so-big oil painting on the wall in silence.

At this time, Lu Shuyu also reacted, suddenly widened his eyes slightly and let out a soft cry.

"Ah, Lu Chen, you mean this painting is very important to grandpa?"

"Well, it must have some special meaning, otherwise they wouldn't hang a fake one here."

Lu Chen looked at Jiang Lanlan again: "By the way, what is the name of this painting?"

“…Ah, what?”

When Jiang Lan heard Lu Chen repeatedly call it a "fake painting", she was muttering in dissatisfaction in her heart, "It's not a fake imitation!", and she didn't react at first.

After coming to her senses, she lowered her head in embarrassment and quickly answered in a low voice:

"The Persistence of Memory is Dali's most famous work."

The Persistence of Memory...

Lu Chen was slightly stunned. Although he didn't know what the content of the painting had to do with these five words, he still felt a different emotion when he saw the surrealist distorted clocks on the drawing board again.

It seems a bit ironic.

After all, this painting is called "The Persistence of Memory", but Lu Haichuan's memory is not eternal at all.

It is obvious that the latter must have a meaning for hanging this painting here.

So what does he want to express?

A beautiful vision?

It's like a patient who goes to a temple to pray for a "health charm", or a pauper like me who uses "getting rich overnight" as my phone wallpaper.

Because I have forgotten too many things, I hope to have eternal memories?

Didn’t Lu Haichuan give up the memory voluntarily?

His mind suddenly became a little confused, and Lu Chen didn't hesitate to sit down on Lu Haichuan's bed, pressing his hands to his forehead and thinking hard.

Lu Shuyu and Jiang Lanlan looked at each other and neither of them disturbed him.

The window was half open, probably because the nurse wanted to ventilate the room while Lu Haichuan was away.

The wind blew in from the window, causing the curtains to sway gently like waves.

Time passed by little by little, but Lu Chen still couldn't figure out the reason, and his thoughts even became more and more off the track.

Memory, eternal.

According to the law of conservation of matter, nothing in the universe will disappear out of thin air, but will simply change from one state to another.

If memory can be considered a kind of "substance", then what becomes of the memories that everyone has forgotten?

Or where did it go?

"Tell me more about this painting, like what the artist wants to express, what its meaning is, etc."

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Chen finally looked up and seemed to think that this painting was the key to deciphering the code.

As a masterpiece that ranks among the "Top Ten Famous Paintings in the World", "The Persistence of Memory" is a painting that will be highlighted in any art textbook, so Jiang Lanlan does know a lot about it. After a brief pause, she immediately introduced it seriously:

"Team leader, let me first tell you some details about this painting that most people won't notice."

"The red thing on the lower left corner is not a hot water bottle, it is actually a clock, and the black dots on it are ants."

"That's the sea behind, and it's dusk."

"This white thing on the ground that looks like a tablecloth has the characteristics of fish and horses. It is Dali's metaphor for dreams."

"Oh, there's more."

"The largest clock in the middle shows the time of 6:55 p.m."

"Then look next to the minute hand."

"It's a fly."

Chapter 174 It turns out that abnormal people’s thinking is different from that of normal people!

Lu Chen and his companions left the sanatorium at around four in the afternoon.

It takes nearly an hour to get back to the city by bus, so when he got off the bus in front of No. 5 Middle School, the time was exactly the same as usual.

Commuting also counts as working time. No matter who you are working for, you cannot add even a second of overtime.

"You guys go first tomorrow morning, Uncle Li will send a car to pick you up."

"I'll be there later, maybe in the afternoon. Anyway, don't worry about me, just do what you need to do."

He said something to Zhou Yan and the others and got out of the car.

Xia Yunian did not make any requests today, so Lu Chen just bought two stir-fried dishes, one meat and one vegetable, from a roadside fast food restaurant, packed a portion of rice, and ran to feed his "cousin".

After leaving Xia Yunian, he walked back to Chunfengli and watched a few primary school students "taking pictures of their cigarette cards" at the gate of the community for a while. Finally, he walked into the community at the "normal" time.

As soon as I opened the door to the apartment, the familiar smell of food immediately hit me.

"I'm back, wash your hands and eat~"

Qingbao was still busy in the kitchen wearing her favorite kangaroo apron, with a mobile phone in her "pouch", her hair tied in a ponytail, and her voice was cheerful.

Ever since he started having dinner with Qin Wanqing, Lu Chen would try to go home on time almost every day no matter what he was busy with.

It’s all for this scene when the door opens.

It’s so warm.

It’s just that the yellow-haired guy kind of ruins the mood.

I used to keep a dog to relieve my loneliness, but now that I have Qingbao, I feel like this dog is a bit dispensable.

Or just let it go.

Forget it, I can keep it. At least it is a smart housekeeper.

"Go, take the socks to the bathroom."

Standing at the door and changing his shoes, Lu Chen threw his socks in front of Huangmao. He was seriously following Qingbao's instructions.

Wash your socks as soon as you take them off.

If you have time, wash it yourself, but if you don’t, that’s okay.

Because the next day the socks will "automatically" become clean and appear on the clothesline on the balcony.

I guess it was Huangmao who washed it for me.

"How about I cook someday?"

Looking at the meat, vegetable and soup on the table, Lu Chen went to the bathroom to wash his hands while talking.

Soon, Qin Wanqing's voice came from outside the door.

"No need, you're so tired from work every day, just come back and have a good rest."

"I can do it on the weekends. My cooking skills are actually pretty good."

"Is it as delicious as what I made?"

"Of course not."

Lu Chen wiped his hands and walked out of the bathroom.

Qin Wanqing just happened to come out of the kitchen carrying two bowls of rice.

"If not, I'll do it. I like cooking, but I don't like washing dishes~"

Putting down the rice, Qingbao reached behind his back to untie his apron.

But maybe it was tied too tight today, she tried to untie it for a long time but failed, so she walked to Lu Chen who was already sitting at the table, turned around and asked for help:

"Lu Chen, help me untie it."

"Oh."

Lu Chen put down his chopsticks and reached out to untie the knot nonchalantly.

After sitting and operating for a while without success, he stood up and continued to pull the tightly knotted tie.

"Fuck, don't the people who sell aprons know how to design Velcro or zippers or something?"

"You can't even do such a simple thing, I'm really impressed..."

He struggled hard against the laces, muttering impatiently.

Men are often very patient when browsing certain websites, and they can browse from page 1 to page 100 without getting bored.

But it becomes very scarce when accompanying women shopping or dealing with anything tangled.

For example, Lu Chen's headphones got tied in a knot the day after he bought them, and the knot has not been undone to this day, as if it had become part of the original design of the headphones.

For example, now.

"Wait a minute, I'll go find the scissors!"

After struggling for a long time without success, Lu Chen gave up in anger and decided to "cut the Gordian knot" and just cut the stupid tape.

Qin Wanqing quickly stopped him when she heard this: "No, you can't wear it if you cut off the apron!"

"If you can't wear it, buy another one!"

"No, I've only worn this for half a month. It would be a waste to throw it away."