V8.chapter 2

"I got a ticket worth 30 yuan for nothing. I thought I made it." Weidong finds himself in the trap of painting and pushing, which is like the initial symptoms of patients in Stockholm.

The design of the ticket is very simple. It is more like a ready-made greeting card, but it is stamped with the seal of "the Museum of original heart" and the digital date stamp.

Qin CI looked forward to the art gallery, which became more and more lively later. Today is the weekend, and there are twice as many visitors as usual.

Kexun had already come to the door and looked at his companions behind him. He seemed to be saying, "go, go in and practice?"?

Zhu Haowen was infected by Ke Xun, and his face was unconsciously filled with a smile. It is not clear how many times he has laughed like this, and the corners of his mouth can't be controlled to bend up. Before he knew Ke Xun, this was a unique thing.

Zhu Haowen quietly cleared his throat, put on his usual expressionless face, and went into the art museum after Weidong.

The decoration of the museum is the current popular "extreme poverty wind". The rough terrazzo walls, unmodified log tables and chairs, and the high ceiling with bare lamps are like factory workshops in the 1980s. The "workshop" is decorated with wild and withered vines everywhere to show the existence of its artistic intention.

"What a silence!" A shawl hair of the forest girls issued a voice of praise.

Looking at the simple walls, Wei Dong murmured in a low voice: "it's very bad (quiet)

Zhu Haowen heard his companion's words, opened his mouth slightly, and finally did not say a word.

The girl's companion, a tall boy in a slim shirt, lifted his pale white glasses: "simple and quiet, a little Zen."

Wei Dong passed by, and then he realized that the "Youth" was a girl. Then he heard the "juvenile girl" say: "I didn't expect so many avant-garde artworks."

Today's art is really avant-garde.

Several people stepped over a pile of twisted root carvings on the ground, and then found a label: the work "lianlianlianlian" sold for "12000 yuan".

In front of it is a large pile of wool balls. Inside, there are several bright light bulbs with strange shapes. The label says: "the love of a cat" and the price is "9400 yuan".

It's easy to earn. ——Wei Dong didn't say this. After all, in the territory of this group of avant-garde artists, it's better to say it.

Wei Dong still couldn't help patting Ke Xun on the shoulder: "it's a pity that we didn't bring some works. If we can earn a little bit, maybe we can pay the travel expenses."

"I think it's possible to pin together a bunch of frames, big and small, like a perspective view." He can't help looking for all kinds of art in the museum.

"Is that a work of art?" Ke Xun asked Mu Yi Ran.

"Yes." Mu Yi Ran gave a low smile.

"I think the name of art is very important. What should we call a pile of picture frames?" Kexun looked at a piece of leather on the wall next to it. There were two strange tattoos on it. The name of the work was "Jiuhuan".

Ke Xun moved his eyes away from these uncomfortable works of art. He wanted to tell Mu Yi Ran that the art he had just conceived was called "encounter". However, Zhu Haowen preempted him: "call a nirvana."

"Nirvana," Weidong said, "I think it should be called" bad luck. "

Qin Chi, who was walking in the back, had already got in touch with the two young girls. She pointed to the exhibition hall at the corner: "there are mainly paintings in that big room. It's worth seeing."

Qin gave thanks and looked at the light white light at the corner of the concrete wall: "the original exhibition is over there."

Several people looked at that direction, the original artificial relaxed mood again depressed, a new life journey will start again.

The exhibition hall where the paintings are displayed is still a desolate "extreme poverty wind". Various paintings are hung on the mottled and uneven concrete wall. In the center, there is a long white birch bark table with a large coarse porcelain teapot and a pile of blue edged thick porcelain bowls.

Although the guests are immersed in this style of depression and abject poverty, most people prefer to drink tea with disposable paper cups. The strong style of coarse porcelain bowls is rarely touched.

"Men's group of six" was not in the mood to drink tea. After many times of painting and painting, they developed sharp eyes. At the moment, the six pairs of eyes carefully and sharply scanned the paintings on the wall.

"Novice" Rowe although the most inexperienced, but his eyes are the most sharp.

There are a lot of paintings in the room. Among them, there is a color lead painting. The immature brush strokes outline the appearance of a woman wearing a wedding dress. The words beside it are: Xiao Qinxian, a painting of 7 years old, created in 2002.

"600 yuan for that?" Wei Dong frowned and looked at it. "I painted it much better than this when I was 7 years old."

A girl with mushroom head beside her gave Weidong a cold look, and her stubborn protruding chin turned to another place.

Wei Dong shrugged his shoulders and followed his companions to the crowd.There were not many people in the studio, but six or seven people gathered in front of a painting to discuss.

The painting is very large, almost a person tall, not like oil painting, more like gouache.

The color is very simple. There are only deep and shallow red on the white paper background. The patterns are very abstract, with rendering, texturing and messy lines.

"Is this a big pink leaf?" Talking about the former Mori girl.

"I feel like a cross-section of a building." A young man with curly hair nearby analyzed.

No one in the "men's group of six" did not say anything, but they all stopped here, as if forming a unified sense of the sixth, spreading here to delimit the scope.

High cold mushroom head girl also opened his mouth: "I feel like a bloody viscera."

It's a bit like that.

"Teenage girl" added: "probably a beating heart."

Wei Dong tilted his head and looked at the picture. He felt that what these people said was too strange. The pattern on the picture was too abstract. It was not bad to say that it was a cold rubber hot water bag.

The label at the bottom of the painting says, "the scarlet beast", not for sale by Yu Beiguo.

Perhaps the word "not for sale" is very eye-catching, which makes the people beside the painting linger.

There were more people in the exhibition hall. Three or four elderly guests walked in, dressed appropriately and looked like old artists.

Members of the group of six exchanged a slightly compassionate look and even thought of persuading him to leave.

Fortunately, they only made a short stay and went out again.

A few students dressed up came in again. They looked at the time and felt that the painting had taken a long time to appreciate.

"What time is it?" Asked Ke Xun.

"47 minutes." Mu Yi's answer is not the question, but also to the point.

It has been 47 minutes since everyone entered the exhibition hall. The guests have come in and out, changing wave after wave, but the room has never entered the usual darkness.

The few people who were watching the painting did not move. Rowe could not help walking back and forth in the open space of the exhibition hall. Although no one wanted to enter the painting, the waiting was even more difficult.

Rowe counted. At present, the number of people in the exhibition hall is 11, which is still two less than that.

The rusty copper pointer of the log clock on the wall pointed to 10 o'clock at night. The door of the exhibition hall was pushed open again. This time, a man and a woman came in. The man was tall and burly, and his facial features looked like mixed blood. The woman had long, untidy hair and held a large number of flowers in her arms.

The lights are out.

Only a bunch of long lost pale light at the top of the painting clearly reflects the irregular red composition, and the name on the label is more eye-catching: scarlet beast.

This piece is like a leaf, an internal organ, and even a cross-section of a building. It seems that suddenly there is an explanation - this is a beast - an animal whose body is irregular and whose face and claws are invisible.

What will the world of beasts look like? Some old members who have experienced the animal world do not want to recall too much.

After a period of suffocating darkness, you can see a different world.

In front of us is clearly a city, floating with cold rain, gray and fashionable city.

Men and women in the city walk on the road with black, red or transparent umbrellas, indifferent and well-dressed.

Thirteen people who stayed by the road stood in the rain at dusk. The silver needle like drizzle gently pricks in the face, seems to remind everyone that this is not a dream.

This is probably the most receptive team. After Qin Chi explained the "painting" in a concise and comprehensive way, several new people's eyes flashed some surprise, but they quickly accepted the magical fact.

"So, where are we going next?" It was a young man with curly hair.

"There will be NPC to pick us up. If you can't wait for that person, you can only try to find clues by yourself." Qin said.

"Let's get to know each other first," said the woman holding flowers who came into the exhibition hall last. She tied her long hair into a bun and pulled a lapathian style coarse cloth dress to keep herself from getting too cold. Then she bowed to everyone: "I'm very sorry that an art exhibition has brought so much trouble to you. I'm subEn Heart. "

Su Benxin, the owner of Benxin Art Museum.

Everyone looked at the attractive woman who could not see her age and nodded slightly. No one would blame her for the disaster.

Su Benxin pointed to the half blood man beside him: "this is lion," and then he gently said sorry to him.

"Maybe it's going to be an interesting trip."

Even if we try to calm down, we can't give a knowing smile. More people turn their eyes to Mu Yi Ran. This "past man" seems to be the most convincing.

Mu Yi Ran made a brief introduction to himself, and several old members also gave their names.Other new members also said that a man in police uniform suddenly appeared on the street: "please show me your ID card."

Just when a couple of newcomers wanted to try to take out certificates from their pockets, Mu Yi Ran said to the NPC with a smile: "officer, we are new here."

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