This system is outrageous.

There was a man in the grass, seemingly taking a nap.

Sunshine, green grass and breeze, this environment is perfect for a nap.

Looking down, there was a package at the man's feet. The breeze gently blew the man's hair, and he raised his hand and wiped his face in a daze.

The picture flashed slightly, and the man seemed to be awakened by something. He climbed up from the grass and looked around blankly.

Just as I was about to lie down and continue sleeping, I seemed to hear the sound again.

Ye Fei looked at Eleven. "Can you hear the sound? Why can't I hear anything?"

Eleven shook his head slightly. "I can't hear it either. I don't know what the accident was this time, but the male protagonist has begun to try to feel these stories, which can be regarded as entering the main plot."

As the two chatted, sound began to appear on the screen.

"Why did you come here to sleep again? You don't want to sleep on the good bed at home, but sleep on the grass here. I think you have never suffered."

A young man's voice came from a distance, and the man stood up and looked to the side.

"The scenery here is so beautiful, I love it so much. I'm going to leave in a few days, and I feel very reluctant to leave. I just came here to sleep, maybe I can have a good dream."

The man picked up the package at his feet and walked to the side.

"Since you are so reluctant to leave this place, why don't you move in with me? We can enjoy the sunset together in the future."

The man curled his lips in disdain. "I won't live with you. If people get the word out, they'll think I have that kind of hobby."

The man walked under the tree, and a man of about his age walked out from the shade.

The man was stunned, then burst into laughter.

"What are you afraid of? Let them talk. I don't care."

The two walked side by side into the woods, and soon they arrived at a small courtyard. The courtyard was small but very tidy, and there was a faint wisp of smoke coming out of the room.

"I've lived here for so long that I no longer care about what's happening outside." The man sat on a chair in the yard.

"You are free now, but I am the one being hounded and questioned every day."

During the part where the two were chatting, the male protagonist seemed to have no interest and his voice disappeared.

The scene changed, and the two men set up two easels by the river. They each prepared paint and started painting, and the sound resumed.

"Why don't we have a competition to see who draws better?"

The two hit it off immediately and began to paint with brush and ink.

The two have different painting styles, one is casual and freehand, the other is exquisite and elegant. It seems to be the same scenery, but in their paintings, it is a completely different artistic conception.

Ye Fei was getting interested. "If you ask me, the realist school is better. It can truly express the beautiful scenery of the mountains. The abstract school is not so good."

"I don't agree with you. Although he painted casually, he was able to accurately grasp the ups and downs of the mountain. This shows that he had already painted this scenery many times in his mind."

"You two still have the mood to comment on other people's paintings. Do you know how much this painting is worth here?" Ling Rui couldn't help but joked.

"I don't know if the other painting has survived, but I think its value will definitely not be lower than that one."

There was a trace of regret on Ye Fei's face. The plot did not mention whether the exquisite painting had been passed down.

"Since the plot is not written, it means that the author only wanted to set off the freehand landscape painting when he wrote it." Eleven put his hand on Ye Fei's shoulder and patted her soothingly.

"You should cherish the time you can take now and look at it more."

Ye Fei took out her cell phone and tried to take a few photos. She actually took some photos.

"You see, this way I can watch it whenever I want." Ye Fei laughed proudly.

"I never thought that I could take photos in the conscious world. You must have discovered a new skill." Ling Rui was shocked. He had never thought that he could take photos in someone else's conscious world.

The scene changes and the two paintings are put into a box and buried in the courtyard where they live.

The picture disappeared again. The four people seemed to be accustomed to such sudden appearance and disappearance of the picture, and did not rush to intervene. This time it was the male protagonist himself who tried to find related pictures. Ye Fei felt a complex emotion of anxiety and panic.

The long period of darkness made Ye Fei feel vaguely uneasy. Sensing Ye Fei's uneasiness, Eleven squeezed Ye Fei's hand tightly.

Changfeng was about to intervene when a noise stopped him.

A ray of light illuminated the screen, and four faces looked closely at the box. The four people placed the box on the table carefully, and then they realized that the screen had changed to the modern era.

"Professor, is this the legendary treasure? Why are there only two scrolls in it?"

A woman's voice sounded, seeming very dissatisfied.

"We are just helping you find something according to the records. I never promised you what is inside."

The man called professor spoke in a very cold voice.

The other two didn't care about the quarrel at all. They slowly opened the scroll and began to appreciate it.

"Oh my god, it's so beautiful, and it's so well preserved, no one would believe it if I told them about it."

"Take a quick look at the other one. Maybe these two paintings will be worth a lot of money if they are sold."

The two of them gently rolled up the scroll and then gently opened another scroll.

This painting was not so lucky, the image is already blurry.

"What a pity! This painting is definitely worthless. But fortunately, there is another good one, which will definitely be worth a lot of money if it is sold."

"That means we can get a lot of commission too." The two smiled at each other.

On the other side, the woman and the professor looked at them coldly. "This painting may not be authentic. Even if it is authentic, it will take an auction to determine its value. As for your commission, wait until the painting is sold."

After the woman finished speaking, she walked to the car with a cold face, and the remaining three people looked at each other.

"How many times have I told you not to discuss commissions in front of customers? You just don't have brains. It won't do us any good to make her angry now."

After the professor finished his lecture, he immediately ran to the car and said nice things to the woman sitting inside.

The two looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh secretly.

"We're rich! If this painting is real, we'll get millions in commission."

The two laughed happily.

The scene stopped and returned to the museum, and the NPCs returned to normal.

The four of them quickly dispersed, pretending to be passing by as if nothing had happened.

The male protagonist sighed deeply, as if he was not very satisfied with this story.

"There seems to be something wrong with this painting. Thank you very much for your reminder. We will deal with it as soon as possible."

The male protagonist forced a stiff smile.

The boy nodded shyly. "You're welcome. I just said it casually."

Looking at the boy's back as he left, the male protagonist fell into deep thought.