: Naturally, life is full of regrets, water grows east (2)

Author: Yaoli

: Naturally, life is full of regrets, water grows east (2)

But here comes the point. Is the protagonist’s aura a toy? Take it back if you want.

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gallery.

This is a gallery opened by Master Shi Li. It only happens once every ten years. There are countless visitors who come here to see it. Unfortunately, the number of places is limited. In the end, only 100 people can get the tickets. The price is ridiculously high.

Master Shi Li's paintings are depressing and dull, and at the same time have an ancient, profound, and secretive atmosphere, creating a strange sense of form that attracts people's attention.

Fu Ji walked to a picture frame mounted on the wall.

The blood-red sky, the messy and twisted curves, the messy and dark streets, are a group of people walking silently with pale faces.

The name of this painting is "Paradise"

The thick and dark colors, the sky seemed to have fallen into strange waves, and the distorted and weird faces did not seem to be yearning for happiness on the way to heaven, but a frightening struggle leading straight to hell.

His sight was occupied by this painting, and if fate attracted it, it seemed that he had become one of those strange faces, wandering and wandering on the edge of heaven, like a lonely ghost.

Is that heaven?

Or a hell called heaven?

Fu Ji walked closer unconsciously and smelled the strong smell of oil paint, which might be pungent to others, but he liked it very much.

He saw more clearly.

I can clearly see the indescribable fear and strangeness of the people in the painting.

until--

"Hey, step aside, I bought this painting!" The arrogant and unreasonable words broke the quiet and peaceful surface of the gallery.

The sudden interruption of his thoughts made Fu Yi's pupils shrink twice. His slightly longer hair swept over his eyebrows, and he turned his head slowly.

The young master, who was dressed in famous brands from head to toe, had his hands on his shoulders, and his whole body showed a sense of impatience and condescension.

He waved his hands with a casual and frivolous expression, as if chasing away the cats and dogs that were surrounding his feet.

"Go away, go away."

Yue Ling made a lot of noise. The most important thing about the gallery is silence. Even when discussing, it was done in a low voice, as low as possible. However, this old man did not restrain himself here.

There are also security personnel nearby, but they are all very discerning. They look like a young man who can't be offended. They really don't dare to talk to him. They are afraid that if they say a few words, they will annoy him and make him more noisy.

Fu Jigao is similar to someone who likes to engage in art. His hair reaches past his shoulders and his chin is thin and sharp, but he is thin. When he stands in front of that painting, he gives people the same feeling as that painting, a sense of depression and alienation, a dense and suffocating atmosphere.

Every trace of his momentum is very permeable.

He just stood there, not moving, not speaking, not even turning his eyes.

The provocation was very successful and reached Yue Ling.

Seeing that the matter was about to get serious, the security personnel could not pretend to be deaf and dumb, so they hurried over to gently dissuade him, trying to make the trivial matter disappear.

However, Yue Ling became more and more enthusiastic after being persuaded. He even pushed the angry security guard and almost took action. He was so arrogant that he forced the security guard to retreat.

"Sir, why don't you go see something else first?"

"This painting has been ordered by Mr. Yue, please be considerate."

Another staff member was persuading Fu Ji to leave, his tone was urgent, and his eyes revealed a reproach, as if silently accusing the man of not knowing how to look.

"Kick him out! You really dare to let anyone in!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The staff member nodded and bowed to the young and unruly Yue Ling with a smile on his face. He turned his head and seemed to change his face. His face was expressionless and showed slight contempt, "Sir, please leave.

"

There was a fierce commotion here, but no one stood up. They either pretended not to see it, or just two or three gathered together and whispered.

This farce was broken by a voice.

"Yue Ling."

With a clear sound quality, like the warm wind in winter, the slow tone melted into Fu Ji's eardrums in this relatively quiet gallery.

The prince, who was still fussing over it and was extremely arrogant, rushed over in a few steps, looking very happy.

"Brother Yan."

The slender and tall figure passed by Fu Ji.

It's so close that two people can touch their shoulders just half a fist apart.

She is also thin, wearing a British-style brown mid-length coat, and the exposed back of her neck is slender and pale as fragile porcelain.

In fact, her height is not considered tall among men, but her body proportions are very good and she is thin, which makes people ignore her height.

Compared to Yue Ling, Yan Ran didn't show much enthusiasm, and what he said was not merciless at all, "What are you making a fuss about? This is a gallery, not a vegetable market. If you keep making trouble, you'll get out."

Yue Ling was not angry, and Yan Ran was not really scolding him. He was just saying a few symbolic words. Facing Yan Ran, who was still smiling, he admitted his mistake in a flattering manner, "Brother Yan, I know I was wrong.

I just think this painting is pretty and I want to buy it for you."

Yan Ran turned around to look at the painting, and as if by accident, his eyes met Fu Ji's, and they looked away again like a fleeting glance.

The system is disco-crazy in its mind.

〖It's him! It's him! It's him!〗

【Our dear male protagonist!】

The next second.

[Warning! The male protagonist’s blackness degree is 99%. If it reaches 100%, the mission will be automatically judged as failed. Please pay attention to the host!]

Yan Ran was startled, but did not show any panic and pretended to look at the painting.

Yan Ran, who has no artistic talent, couldn't understand this art after looking at it for a long time. He only felt that this painting gave people an inexplicable sense of depression, dullness, and indescribable despair. There was really nothing to appreciate.

She asked the system: [Are you serious?]

The level of blackness is going to explode as soon as he appears? Is this something humans do?

The system is also strange: [I will scan it first, and the results will be refreshed later.]

While Yan Ran was looking at the painting carefully, Fu Ji was looking at her carefully.

Yan Ran raised his head slightly, his side face was bright and pale, his eyes were raised, and the red mole on the tip of his nose was a bit charming.

Fu Ji's eyes, which were too dark and thick, were fixed on her body, as dark as the mouth of a well without the sky.

Maybe his gaze was too hot and impossible to ignore.

Yan Ran finally looked over again.

The two people met their eyes.

At that moment, Fu Ji felt like a live wire, electricity instantly entering his skull, his brain was roaring, his eyes were changing like a kaleidoscope, and his ears were noisy like a dance concert.

The world, which had long been as silent as a pool of stagnant water, was injected with color and illuminated with light, awakening the sleeping curse.

His pupils were dilated, and his face could not show any emotion. A rush of hot blood rushed from his feet to his brain, and then rushed down again.

Almost unconsciously, he took a step closer.

Yan Ran didn't move, looking at the "protagonist" in front of him.

He is tall, has long hair, wears a simple black cotton-padded jacket, zips it down to his Adam's apple, and is ascetic and cold.
Chapter completed!