Paintings of Terror

When Ke Xun came out of the bath, Mu Yiran was making a call on his cell phone, his voice was very low, and he still spoke English.

Ke Xun evaded to the bedroom, stretched the quilt on the bed, and then took the phone back to the living room. Seeing Mu Yiran's phone call hadn't finished, he signaled to him that he was going to go out.

Carrying a pocket containing Mu Yiran's suit jacket and shirt, Ke Xun first went to the dry cleaner, and then went to a nearby supermarket. He received a call from Weidong on the way.

Weidong: "Why?"

Ke Xun: "Buy a set..."

Wei Dong: "Fucking! Did you get people started so quickly?!"

Ke Xun: "...Buy a set of pajamas. Can you let me speak completely first, your reaction is very dangerous."

Wei Dong: "...Damn, can you be in danger? Who knows what you want to do if you fool someone into the house."

Ke Xun: "If there is something to say, there is a fart, I have to buy things."

Wei Dong: "Why are you buying pajamas?!"

Ke Xun: "Give it to him. I guess he won't be able to leave tonight. I can't buy the ticket to his house."

Wei Dong: "Oh, you can even figure out where they live. It's the old Siji."

Ke Xun: "Go away, I was looking at his business card in his pocket."

Weidong: "Oh? Tell me, what does the big animal husbandry do? Is it a real big guy or someone's star idol little fresh meat?"

Ke Xun: "Anyway, it must be a ‘guy’. As for how old this ‘guy’ is, we have to learn more about it before we know it.”

Wei Dong: "Your so-called'deepness' is not what I thought it meant?"

Ke Xun: "...I will take you, Xiao Ming is still hanging at the gate of the ghost, and my mind is wretched here."

Wei Dong: "Otherwise, what? I can't leave these thirteen days to hold my mother's thighs and cry every day. My father has said, life is fast burping, and you want to go wherever you want. The eight generations all ended with a smile. I guess I might not be able to laugh before I die. It's a trivial thing, right?"

Ke Xun: "...Our dad's words are also quite harsh. Okay, then you continue to be wretched, I'll be dead if it's okay."

Wei Dong: "So what kind of'man' is the chief shepherd?"

Ke Xun: "...He is an art dealer, and he has opened 16 galleries in eight cities around the world. He also does art appraisal and trading."

Wei Dong: "...Wait a minute-are these all written on his business card?!"

Ke Xun: "Next time I meet, don't blame me for looking at you with a mentally retarded eye-his business card only has the company name written on it. I searched the Internet with this name, and naturally I found it all."

Wei Dong: "...Wait...Wait, how old is he? He has opened sixteen galleries?!"

Ke Xun: "It is said that when he was fifteen years old, he was uniquely identified with a painting by an unknown painter. He bought it for $50,000 and sold it for $73 million."

Wei Dong: "...I felt a suffocation like a shrinking chrysanthemum."

Ke Xun: "He is very well-known in the industry, and his personal ability and aesthetic vision are also very well-known. Therefore, at a young age, he can open 16 galleries around the world. Do you have any questions?"

Wei Dong: "...I need to slow down...The last question, can these things about him be found on the Internet?"

Ke Xun: "Well. There is not only his biographical profile on the Internet, but also the date of birth, height and weight measurements, special interests and hobbies, etc., and in addition, there are also uploads on YouTube from his fans when he was abroad. Street shots of passersby."

Weidong: "Wait, wait for the lights, wait for the lights-does he still have fans?!"

Ke Xun: "What's so strange that these days, the courier brother and the takeaway brother have their own fans. If you are a cool and mad Bingberg president, you can't have a thousand and eight hundred fans? Me? There are hundreds of zombie fans on Weibo."

Wei Dong: "...I think it’s so awesome that the human and shepherd is not a person in the same world as us. He earns hundreds of millions of dollars at every turn. It’s still U.S. dollars. People and fans will support them. Elected as the school grass in our school for three consecutive years, and now I am a small gym owner, but in the global framework, this is obvious... not in the same dimension as people, it is like drawing a little man with simple strokes I want to have something to happen to a person in an oil painting. The style of painting is obviously contrary to harmony, don't you think?"

Ke Xun smiled directly: "Who the **** is a stick figure villain?! Usually more brains, less brains! Okay, it's okay to **** off, I'm going to the cashier to pay the bill!"

He hung up the phone.

A toothbrush, a towel, a set of pajamas, and a pair of casual shoes.

Mu Yiran's suit and trousers are gone. He probably can't wear the suit jacket on top if he leaves, and naturally can't wear the leather shoes on his feet.

Ke Xun walked back with the bag. When he opened the door and entered the house, he paused, remembering what Wei Dong said just now and everything he found about Mu Yiran from the Internet.

He and him, a proud son of heaven, a scum from heaven.

It is indeed not a person of the world.

Ke Xun laughed, cut his hair, and stepped in the door.

Mu Yiran sat on the sofa with his cell phone on the low table.

"Business is not busy?" Ke Xun asked.

Mu Yiran asked him blankly: "What brand of your mobile phone?"

Ke Xun laughed: "The phone is out of power? Fortunately, you and I use the same brand, the charger is in the bedroom, and the bedside socket is plugged in."

Mu Yiran took the phone and got up and went to the bedroom.

Ke Xun thought to himself, such a big guy, the mobile phone still uses such a civilian brand, it is quite grounded.

Ke Xun was too lazy to dry his clothes, so he bought a washing machine with a drying function. After washing and drying the newly bought pajamas, he took it to the bedroom.

Mu Yiran sat on the bedside, charging the phone while continuing to call.

Ke Xun walked over and sat next to him until he finally hung up and was about to call again. Ke Xun reached out and blocked him: "Charging the cell phone with the battery, aren't you afraid of getting dazzled?"

Mu Yiran glanced at him, pushed his hand away, did not continue to dial, but said faintly, "Thank you for finding me a place to sleep."

Although when they were in the world in the painting, the outside time did not pass, but their body functions changed with the time and environment in the painting, and no one had slept well these days.

"If you don't like it, go to sleep in this room." Ke Xun put his pajamas on the bed, got up and walked out.

When I reached the door, I heard Mu Yiran ask: "Where do you sleep?"

Ke Xun turned his head and smiled: "In my place, although the sparrow is small and full of internal organs, this house is opposite to the guest room, and there is a study room on the other side of the living room. Although there are not a few furniture, it is not a problem for me to sleep."

Mu Yiran stood up: "I will go to the guest room."

Ke Xun waved his hand: "My friends, friends, and friends have ruined the guest room so badly, you can sleep in this room." He closed the door and went out.

Mu Yiran stood up and sat back on the side of the bed again.

The phone gradually dimmed from the screen in his hand, reflecting a face with a slightly deep thought.

After staying like this for a while, Mu Yiran reopened the phone and was about to dial. He paused and set the phone to Do Not Disturb. Then he put the phone on his pillow to continue charging, got up, closed the curtains, and turned back to put it on the bed. The new pajamas I'm wearing.

The color is ice blue, pure color without patterns, only with white edges on the edges.

It suits his color and style very well, and it can be seen that he took it seriously when choosing.

However, Mu Yiran picked up his clothes and checked them carefully, in case there was anything starting with B or F on it.

Change into pajamas, lift the quilt and lie down on the bed.

The unfamiliar environment makes it difficult to sleep for a while, so I opened my eyes and looked at the white walls above my head and around, habitually analyzing the colors in front of me.

Ke Xun is very complicated.

A sloppy, unruly and unruly temperament, but there is a house in a cold style.

White walls, white floors, white furniture, doors and windows with black metal edges, lamps composed of black lines and geometric figures, curtains and pillows in cool metal colors.

Even the bowls used for eating are pure white porcelain without any patterns and complicated shapes.

A person's aesthetics is not unrelated to his latent personality.

Obviously, when he was a boy in the photo, he is full of warm and sunny colors.

This person is both casual and serious, arbitrary and persistent, warm and full, but also alienated from the air.

Mu Yiran hadn't slept long. When he opened his eyes, it was already dark, and it was eight o'clock in the evening.

He changed his pajamas, opened the door and left the bedroom, seeing that the door of the opposite room was open.

Mu Yi suddenly paused, walked to the door and glanced in, but was taken aback for a moment.

There is no imaginary chaos of "to be ruined", but white and empty, not only without a bed, but also without a piece of furniture.

When I walked to the living room, I found that Ke Xun was nestled in the sofa. Most of the people sank deeply, sleeping like a carefree Erha.

Mu Yiran looked at him in silence for a while and went to the bathroom.

When Ke Xun was woken up by the alarm clock set by his mobile phone, it was already over nine o'clock in the evening, and the room was dark with lights. Only the city lights outside the window projected in from a distance, printing colorful mottled lights on the walls and floor.

Ke Xun sat slowly, but suddenly his instinct was wrong, he got up and went to the bedroom, and saw that the bedroom door was open, but no one was seen in the room.

I searched all the rooms and didn't even let go of the toilet. Finally, Ke Xun confirmed that Mr. Shepherd left without saying goodbye. He also took away pajamas, new towels and toothbrushes, and put on new shoes.

Ke Xun scratched his head, sat back on the sofa, and looked at the city outside the French windows.

The chief shepherd was in trouble because he watched him sleep on the sofa, right? Maybe he had already lived in the hotel at this time.

Do you want to call him? Ke Xun played with the phone and thought, when he saw Mu Yiran's business card, he quietly wrote down his phone number.

After hesitating for a few minutes, Ke Xun dialed the phone.

"Male **** Male god, guess who I am?"

Mu Yiran couldn't help but pinch his eyebrows as soon as the voice that deliberately changed his tone came out from the phone.

"What's the matter." Mu Yiran's voice didn't contain the slightest emotion.

The other end of the phone cleared his throat, returned to his normal tone and told him solemnly: "Your stuff has left my house."

Mu Yiran frowned, thought for a while, did not remember what he had left behind, and asked, "What?"

"Me." The phone is still serious, but there is a smile in the end.

"..." Mu Yiran's face sank, although the other party could not see, "What's the matter with you?"

"I mean, you are too polite," Ke Xun grinned at the end of the phone, scratching his ears, "I usually sleep more on the sofa than on the bed. My sofa is more secure than the bed. Are you in a hotel? "

Mu Yiran: "...Hmm."

Ke Xun: "Go back to City S tomorrow morning?"

Mu Yiran: "Yeah."

Ke Xun: "Should I take you to the airport?"

Mu Yiran: "No. I will borrow your clothes first and send them back when I get back."

Ke Xun: "Then add me your V letter, and I will send you my address."

Mu Yiran: "..." You really know how to hit a snake with a stick.

Ke Xun: "Give me your address, too, and I will send it to you when I pick up your clothes from the dry cleaner tomorrow."

Mu Yiran: "..."

Ke Xun: "The next time we meet, will it be in the world of the next painting?"

Mu Yiran: "Yeah."

Ke Xun suddenly didn't know what else to say.

When we met again, it was another breathless journey of life and death.

Next time, maybe he will never have that good luck again. If he is happy, he may die in it. If he is sad, he may face a confrontation with Mu Yi.

Mu Yiran at the other end of the phone also fell into silence, wondering if he also thought of this question.

Ke Xun thought, if he really fell into such a situation unfortunately, he would let him.

Let him live, even if he is ruthless and unrighteous, who would call him handsome.

As the ultimate Yangou, there is no way he can be so unreasonable to himself.

The author has something to say:

The second painting "Faith" is officially opened. Welcome friends who read the text and our heroes to join the painting~~

And, there are 16 galleries all over the world, buying paintings for US$50,000 and selling them for US$73 million. They are all based on real people and real things. In reality, the prototype is the real boss. The artwork sold can exceed one billion U.S. dollars a year, and a decayed marine fish can sell for a high price of 12 million U.S. dollars in the name of art, so reality is far more legendary than fiction~~~