Paintings of Terror

T University Art Museum is an art museum established by the Art College of T City University. Although it covers a small area, it has a long history of more than 100 years.

The museum is open throughout the year, and almost half of the exhibitions are aimed at young authors. Especially in the graduation season, the museum will successively exhibit the works of graduates of major art schools across the country.

The person in charge of the art museum is very good at managing them. These graduates' works will be sold at a price when they are on display. Because they are not famous artists, the price is not high. Often people will buy the works they like when they see them—most of the proceeds. Owned by the author, the art museum will withdraw the corresponding fees.

In this way, many college students and graduate students from art academies across the country are very happy to send their works to the T Museum for exhibition. If they are lucky enough to sell them, they can also get a profit.

"As a result, the works of this museum are even more fluid. Maybe the paintings that are still on display in the morning will be sold in the afternoon, and new works will be added soon." Qin Ci is standing in the museum at this time. In front of the French windows, I looked at the avant-garde display racks and works in the hall.

Ke Xun and Weidong met Qin Ci in front of the vending machine in the art gallery. It is very hot today, and people can't help but want to drink water.

After experiencing the last painting, everyone refused to drink any processed beverages. At this time, three people each had a bottle of mineral water.

"These works are so fluid, we don't have to worry about it," Ke Xun drank a few sips of cool water, "Let's stay the same."

"Are you just entering the pavilion?" Qin Ci asked.

Wei Dong nodded: "We asked students from T University to find out. The location of this small art gallery is quite hidden."

Qin Ci looked at several small exhibition halls: "I have searched around here, but I didn't find K exhibition hall."

Ke Xun Weidong found it strange that this art gallery is not big. Where else can an exhibition hall be hidden?

Qin Ci picked up the invitation letter in his hand and looked at it: "It's the k exhibition hall, but there are ten exhibition halls in this art museum. Arranged in alphabetical order, the k exhibition hall should belong to the 11th exhibition hall."

Most of the people who come and go in the exhibition hall are students from the Academy of Fine Arts, and some of them are wearing T-shirts with the art gallery logo. They should be volunteers helping here.

A few people were planning to ask someone to ask. A volunteer girl with a ponytail came over and smiled enthusiastically: "A few of you are here to come to the exhibition? Today's works are very rich. There are four collections. Excellent works of the university! If you want to learn more about these works, I can give you a brief explanation."

"Thank you very much. We just want to inquire, is there any K showroom here?" Qin Ci asked.

"It seems that several of you are familiar with today's exhibition. Hall k is a temporary addition to us, because there are so many exhibits in these two days~" The girl shrugged and smiled cutely, "Everyone Come with me."

I didn't expect an exhibition hall to be so complicated to set up, and I don't know how the behind-the-scenes player of this game got the information about the exhibits in advance.

Before everyone could think about it, they followed the girl to the backyard of the art gallery, bypassing the stone tables and chairs for guests to rest, and came to the door of an old building.

The girl smiled and said, "This place was originally for the guests to rest. Because there were too many works, it was temporarily changed to an exhibition hall yesterday."

The girl said that she was going to lead everyone in, and the three of them waved their hands at the same time: "Um... don't lead, let's go by ourselves."

The girls are still very enthusiastic: "The works in the k exhibition hall are very different. If divided by faction, the works in this exhibition hall pay tribute to the Fauvism, and can even be said to be a revival of the Fauvism."

Fauvism-I guess the next painting should be very powerful.

The three did not want to drag the innocent girl into the painting, Ke Xun smiled embarrassedly: "Thank you very much for this girl for showing us the way, but we still want to go to the bathroom first."

The girl smiled understandingly: "Please, please, I sincerely hope that you will enjoy today's exhibition."

Weidong added another sentence: "I think the lobby may need you more, after all, there are more guests in front."

"Okay, if you need anything, go to the front hall to find me. My name is Ye Ning Chenyi." The girl pointed to the name tag on her T-shirt and left with a smile.

Looking at the girl's back, everyone was relieved-this could be regarded as saving an innocent life.

In front of this temporary K exhibition hall, there is a display board—A Renaissance of Fauvism: Painting is not a manual, but our feelings.

"This is indeed the subjective argument of Fauvism." Wei Dong said suddenly.

"When did your little artist become a professional player?" Ke Xun said.

Weidong spread his hands: "A long illness becomes a doctor."

As a doctor, Qin Ci smiled faintly and pushed open the exhibition hall door.

The light inside is suitable, and the brightness is very suitable for calming down and enjoying the painting.

There was no one in the exhibition hall. I don’t know if it’s because the weather is too hot and people rarely go through the backyard, or because the previous group of guests has been absorbed by a certain painting...

While the room hadn't darkened, the three of them seized the time to look at the paintings in the exhibition hall. They wanted to remember the contents and labels of these paintings as quickly as possible, as well as the introduction of the author who was somewhat helpful in understanding the paintings.

"Where to open the water?" The door of the exhibition hall was suddenly opened, and a middle-aged woman stepped in recklessly.

The three of them obviously encountered this situation for the first time, and they all stared at the visitor.

The door to the exhibition hall behind the middle-aged woman was closed. She looked at the whole room and carried the half-empty water bottle in her hand: "This place is too unauthentic. Why doesn't there even boiled water? There is no free boiling water in museums and libraries. Are these people really good at making money? They put a lot of money from beverage vending machines to cheat people..."

Before the middle-aged women had finished speaking, the entire exhibition hall was suddenly dark, and the women furiously said, "Why is there a power outage?! Someone cares no one! If this is a fall, I will find someone to make sense!"

When the familiar white light was on, the middle-aged woman was still chattering: "What's the matter? Is this an emergency light? Where is the exhibition hall door..."

Ke Xun clearly saw the label beside the painting-"Shadow", author Rong Rang, born in 1993, ancestral home in Tongzhou, Hunan...

And the picture itself seems to have nothing worth studying. There are abstract lines everywhere, mainly black, with blue, yellow, red, purple... These colors have the same density and depth, with an absolutely flat picture. Promote the inclusion of everyone...

The new world is a little dazzlingly bright, and Ke Xun once again experienced the "two-dimensional discomfort" that he had painted before—just like in a rapidly descending elevator, or on a plane just taking off, there is often a kind of weightlessness in his heart Sense—In the painting, this sense of weightlessness is not simply upward or downward, but extends infinitely in all directions.

The unique building in front of me is like it is made up of countless colored light spots. The densely colored fruit trees grow by the dazzling river, the river is shimmering and stretches beyond the end.

"Is our world three-dimensional?" Ke Xun rubbed his temples and adjusted the discomfort through deep breathing.

Wei Dong looked at his relatively three-dimensional hand: "It is three-dimensional, but the color is too bright, which makes people feel a little unreal."

"The sunshine here is a bit like Nice," Qin Ci explained, looking at Ke Xun Weidong with a blank expression, "Nice is a city in southeastern France. The former residence of Matisse, the representative of the Fauvism, is there. There is the famous Matisse Museum. — I traveled there two years ago."

"Maybe this painting is a tribute to Matisse." Ke Xun tried hard to adapt to the scene in front of him. Because the whole painting is full of artistic sense, there are actually a few colorful colors in the snowy white space outside this small world. The spot of light indicates to people that there is no man's land.

"Where to open the water?" The middle-aged woman's voice sounded behind her.

Ke Xun and Wei Dong turned their hopes to Doctor Qin. Doctor Qin turned to the middle-aged woman and said, "Go ahead first, and then explain to everyone when everyone is there."

"No... I don't understand you modern performance art. You made the exhibition hall very beautiful and surprising... But I want to open the water now! I enter your art gallery for the purpose Toilet! By the way, open the water!" The middle-aged woman said and said nothing, she was surprised to find that the big water bottle in her hand had turned into a bright and transparent European-style glass jug. It's heavy!"

The three of Ke Xun stopped talking, and walked directly to the beautiful building in front of them. The middle-aged woman was dumbfounded and could only follow everyone with the heavy classical water jar.

Everyone doesn't care about the clothes that have changed on their bodies-commoner clothes that do not belong to any ethnic group, with dazzling white as the background color, and bright patterns of various shapes distributed on them.

Under the fruit tree by the river, Mu Yiran and Zhu Haowen were already waiting there, alongside a middle-aged man in his 40s and a girl who looked like a college student.

The girl sobbed softly, was held in her arms by the middle-aged man, and from time to time she comforted her by kissing. ——This is actually a couple who are in love with each other.

Mu Yiran's clothes are mainly white, with very fine grape-purple patterns on them, and they look like a noble prince.

For the first time, Ke Xun felt that admiring a person could be like admiring a painting. He was about to look at the painting more when he heard a familiar name from a distance: "Ye Ning Chenyi, hurry up! "

Ye Ning Chenyi, it was the volunteer girl who led everyone to the k exhibition hall just now. He did not expect that she would not escape the fateful arrangement in the end and stepped into this cruel world of constant rebirth like a nightmare.

Qin Ci nodded the number of people right now, then looked at the young people who came here: "Everyone is here."

In the distance came five people who looked like college students, three boys and two girls. At the end was Ye Ning Chenyi with ponytails, but she no longer had the enthusiastic smile on her face. , Replaced by panic and ignorance.

Qin Ci has become a recognized commentator for painting, and now he is familiar with the rules of painting.

Newcomers naturally cannot conceal their inner panic. Only the middle-aged man in his 40s is relatively calm, while the middle-aged women are more irritable and complain: "This inch of strength, this bad luck!"

The middle-aged man embraced his crying little girlfriend and looked at Mu Yiran and other five people: "A few of you have experienced this kind of thing?"

Qin Ci nodded, and the substitutes acquiesced.

"Then I have to ask a few people for the road behind," the man is very used to wanting to take out his business card from his jacket pocket, only to find that the clothes have become retro style without pockets, and he laughs dumbfounded. "In Xia Shi Zhendong, I don't know how everyone call."

Several people simply reported their names, and some only said their last names, such as Mu Yiran: "The last name is Mu."

Several other college students looked at the girl in Shi Zhendong’s arms, and someone greeted her with a bad tone: "Xin Beibei, we went to the k showroom just to find you. You didn’t say hello to everyone, so we went on a date. Up?"

Xin Beibei obviously couldn't listen to these words and just cried there.