Paintings of Terror

The weather is cold as long as it is cold. After a few autumn rains, the sweater season is in a blink of an eye.

"Benxin Art Museum" is located in a third-tier old city. It is rare that there is a street full of academic atmosphere here. What is even more rare is that the shops here are all privately owned.

Benxin Art Museum is located between Benxin Library and Benxin Cinema. Judging from the name, the operators should belong to the same owner.

The boss seems to be very headstrong. The opening hours of the art museum are from 21:00 in the evening to 9:00 the next morning. Tickets are 30 yuan.

This is the first paid art museum that a few people have experienced.

Wei Dong glanced at the opening hours on the door of the art gallery: "I'm upright, I saw the nightclub style art gallery for the first time."

More people's eyes are attracted by the eye-catching billboards at the door-the theme of this weekend's art exhibition: late autumn, talk about a mature love.

There is another small print next to it: The art gallery is open at the same time late at night.

Mu Yiran and Ke Xun, who wore the same pullover sweater, stood together, like a couple pursuing a petty bourgeoisie. After tension and temptation, they are preparing to "talk about a mature love". The colors of the two are also in line with the late autumn— -Mu Yiran is dark camel, Ke Xun is warm beige.

"Weekend is the day when we enter the museum," Zhu Haowen muttered with a blank expression about the cunning of the painting, "that means we can't see the paintings in advance."

"Unless we contact the owner of the art museum in advance." It was Qin Ci who spoke.

"Actually, I have already contacted. The owner is a young girl named Su Benxin." Mu Yiran exposed his "research clues" over the past few days.

"What did the girl say?" Ke Xun was also the first time he heard Mu Yiran say this.

Mu Yiran's expression was a little helpless: "She said, everyone is welcome to provide paintings. This art gallery is based on free creation. Anyone can put their own artwork in it and mark it on it as long as it feels appropriate. The price I think is appropriate."

"In this way, the mobility of the art exhibition will be even greater. Maybe it is possible to hang new works at any time on the day of the exhibition." Qin Ci wanted to frown, but looked up to see the new moon in the sky, and looked at it. In the boundless clear night sky, he couldn't help but bend his eyebrows, "Leave it to fate, love whoever."

Everyone was infected by Dr. Qin's rare open-minded optimism. Ke Xun even asked to go to the cinema next to him. Anyway, he couldn't wait for a bird to come.

So, six men came to this minimalist-style small cinema next to him. Rowe was at the end. This man didn't like to talk at all. After the parting of the previous painting, he became more taciturn.

The movie ticket is very cheap, 15 yuan, and the cinema delicacies are not clichéd Coke popcorn, but hot coffee and jujube cake, and small packets of orange and brown sugar.

There are three movies in total, which will be played in a loop. The titles are: "Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang", "Guest of Autumn Hate", "Princess Sissi"

Wei Dong admitted: "I've seen the last one. My mother loves watching this movie."

"Me too," Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran, "the first time I watched a movie together, I didn't expect to catch up with such a wave of alternative films."

"Very good." Mu ran a smile, as if the spring breeze in late autumn.

Ke Xun Bidian went to buy tickets, and from time to time he looked back and asked everyone: "There are homemade azuki bean popsicles here, who will eat it?"

Nobody eats it, it feels cold.

So, everyone walked into the theater with their own hot coffee, and each chose a suitable seat according to their eyesight and preferences. Mu Yiran Ke Xun sat in the second-to-last row, and Luo Wei sat in the front row closest to the door. At the top, the other three sit in the middle of the back row where the viewing angle is most comfortable.

There are only these six members in the entire theater. Wei Dong couldn't help but slander: "It feels like entering a picture."

"The number is wrong." Zhu Haowen said blankly.

Qin Ci smiled silently, and ate orange and brown sugar muffled by the side. The sugar with the taste of licorice and tangerine peels slowly softened in his mouth, as if it were childhood.

The theater lights dimmed and the title of the movie appeared on the big screen: Baraka.

"Is this the wrong film? Isn't the first film called "Zhihuzheye"?" Wei Dong was very puzzled.

Zhu Haowen expressionlessly said: "It's "Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang"."

"That's almost the same~ Now this string of letters is too ridiculous. Although I am not very good at English, this string of letters should have nothing to do with Tiandi Xuanhuang." Wei Dong paused here, watching the film silently. I insisted on the long shot for a while, didn't understand what was going on, and continued, "Yes, I put the wrong film."

"This is not English, it is ancient Islamic, and Baraka means blessing."

Wei Dong stared at the confusing film scene, thinking hard for a while, still incomprehensible, "Ancient Islamic language? I didn't see it, Hao Wen'er, do you still know this? But what does blessing have to do with heaven and earth Xuanhuang? What?"

"I don't understand Islamic. This is also what I saw in film reviews. When you finish watching the entire film, you will find the translation of Tiandi Xuanhuang quite appropriate."

Wei Dong watched it ignorantly for a while: "I can't stand this silent film, it makes it look like a documentary."

"This is a documentary."

"...Right." Weidong still has many questions, such as why there is no commentary in the documentary, but he still swallowed it-there are too many puzzling things in this world, such as painting, there are still Is it more confusing than this?

Wei Dong couldn't watch this kind of movie for a minute, but he didn't feel boring at all at the moment. Perhaps the indescribable things expressed in the movie can only be experienced more deeply when he has been in and out of the painting.

Life and death are impermanent, reincarnation has a way.

In the second half of the film, Zhu Haowen stood up gently and left the scene silently. He opened the side door and found that the wind was very cold. He put his windbreaker hat around his head, put his hands in his pockets, and gently closed the door with his feet.

The waiting hall was small and rudimentary. Zhu Haowen simply walked to the entrance of the theater, lit a cigarette in the night breeze, looked at the night sky peacefully, still expressionless.

After a while, another figure came out of the theater, Luo Wei.

The two men stood in the dark without speaking for a long time.

"What do you think will be the'painting push' this time?" Unexpectedly, it was Rowe who spoke first.

Zhu Haowen looked at the cold star in the night sky: "None of us can figure out his intentions."

"I thought you were the most willing to guess."

"Faced with this catastrophic game, each of us did not hesitate to rack our brains, because all of us cherish our lives."

"You cherish your life, but enjoy this game."

Zhu Haowen smiled: "Maybe."

"Because of this, there may be views that are different from others." Luo Wei's dead eyes have a transcendent desire to win. This unfortunate'passive calamity' seems more willing to be interpreted by him. 'Active revenge'.

Zhu Haowen looked at Luo Wei with a serious look in his eyes, but he was also clear in his heart that all the warnings at this time would not be heard by the person in front of him. At this time, he turned his head and took a few puffs of cigarettes. He turned the subject seemingly jokingly: "Do you know Yoji Yamamoto?"

Luo Wei obviously didn't expect the other party's'turn of the gods', so he thought about it and said: "Is it, Japanese? The reasoning?"

"A Japanese designer whose style is called anti-fashion style." Every time Zhu Haowen thinks of this ‘anti-fashion style’, he feels a little bit nonsense—but ‘anti-fashion style’ is talked about by ‘fashion circles’.

As a man of science and engineering, Luo Wei doesn't know or are interested in fields such as designers, so he is straightforward at this moment: "What do you want to say? Does knowing this Japanese help us in the next step?"

"Perhaps there was no help at all, or maybe it helped a lot." Zhu Haowen wanted the other party to settle for himself, so he was not in a hurry to reveal the answer.

Obviously, Rowe is in a bad mood. This upset has been going on since his girlfriend died in the painting. It is not thin but strong: "I don't think everyone should settle down to'watch the movie' now. The art gallery is right in front. The paintings we want to enter are in the art gallery. As long as we want to enter, we now have a hundred ways to enter! There is no need to wait until 21:00 on weekends!"

Zhu Haowen was not in a hurry and looked at Luo Wei: "I thought we were still talking about Yamamoto Yoji."

Luo Wei clenched his fists: "How can this Japanese help us?"

"He might help us to recognize ourselves." Zhu Haowen's tone was still calm, but his eyes were completely fixed on Rowe. "I never think that we are in a painting for the sake of others. I mean, anyone else."

Luo Wei's frowning brows did not loosen, but his tone eased slightly: "Myself, this scope is too wide, and sometimes the definition of myself can encompass others, and even the world."

Zhu Haowen smiled slightly, and did not follow the topic, but said in a calm tone: "Let’s go back to Yohji Yamamoto, this person once said something--'I can’t see this thing myself, and it hit something terrible. Only when you bounce back, you will understand "self." Therefore, when you collide with strong things, terrible things, and high-level things, you will know what you are, and this is self."

For a long time, Luo Wei didn't say anything, and Zhu Haowen didn't say anything.

In the vast night, two men stood at the door of the old theater in the old city, like a sketch from life that had been on hold for a long time, the ink faded to a pale yellow, and it looked like a tea stain that was accidentally knocked over one night and could not be wiped off. It can't be erased, so it is pressed under the glass plate with its brand mark, and it lasts for many years.

The night swallowed everything, but Zhu Haowen still heard the other person say: "Thank you."