God forbids me to fall in love

Fang Yue was stunned by Meng Weiyi's words.

Looking at the picture, he suddenly felt a severe and vivid sense of discomfort, and even had the hallucination of smelling the unique smell of flames.

"Why do you say that?"

He avoided Meng Weiyi's sight, and couldn't help but took two steps back, refusing to look at the painting of the disciples in the fire again, and he felt very sorry for the inexplicably cruel sentence "dirty souls need to be purified by fire". care.

"...the medieval Vatican would burn 'heretics' who were inconsistent with its teachings, and this painting was inspired by that."

Meng Weiyi seemed to have discovered his hidden fear, and explained.

This supplement did not make Fang Yue's mood any better, but he was afraid that his instinctive reaction would hurt the painter's heart, so he hesitated to praise: "The painting is so good, the reaction of the characters in it It’s so real, it makes me feel like I’m actually there.”

Meng Wei shook his head and said, "You don't like it."

Fang Yue: "..."

been seen through.

"Then don't read it."

Meng Wei responded lightly, but his next behavior was obviously not as calm as his tone

He took out a lighter from nowhere, pressed the switch lightly with his finger, stepped forward and raised his hand to burn the canvas of the painting, looking very casual.

"Hey! What are you doing..."

Fang Yue quickly opened Meng Weiyi's hand, and the lighter was thrown on the ground and flew two meters away.

The talented little painter has a big temper too!

It's just that the audience can't appreciate it, and they have to burn such a technically high painting directly!

And now it's in the art exhibition, even if he is the owner of the painting, this behavior is a bit too rebellious, right?

There is a security check at the entrance of the Key Art Center, how did he bring the lighter in?

Fang Yue: ...

Thoughts were going back and forth, and finally he held the hand that was opened by him cowardly, and rubbed it carefully twice.

Meng Weiyi's skin was too fair, and his actions just now left a red mark on his hand.

"If you don't like it, there's no need for it to exist." Meng Weiyi didn't pull his hand away, looked down at Fang Yue and "confessed" leisurely.

At least Fang Yue regarded this sentence as a confession, he even tasted a little bit of sweetness, and felt strangely elated.

"...This is your painstaking effort, and now it is in the exhibition area, you will make big news if you continue to operate this way." He couldn't laugh or cry, "And I really like it, really."

He also nodded for added credibility.

After speaking against his will, Fang Yue didn't want to continue to investigate how Meng Weiyi avoided the machine's discerning eyes and "doing evil". He walked over to pick up the lighter, then took the man's hand and quickly left the position of the second painting, and continued to the back go.

This corridor should not be open to the public. It is four or five meters away, and there are about five paintings on display.

Walking to the third picture, Fang Yue's nerves finally relaxed for a moment.

It seems that Meng Weiyi's style is still relatively changeable, and it is different from the previous two paintings, which are obviously darker and more brutal. This painting uses a large area of ​​warm yellow, and the content is a group of young men wearing uniforms similar to knights. The sight of people holding weapons against another group of people.

The first time I saw it, I felt that it was overflowing with vigorous vitality and inspiring fighting spirit.

Fang Yue frowned, never expecting that Meng Weiyi could also draw such a picture that makes people's blood boil instead of a cold back.

He didn't make a sound, and admired it quietly for a few minutes.

As long as you ignore Meng Weiyi who has been staring at you while looking at the painting, the viewing experience can be said to be excellent.

The knight in the center of the screen is like the protagonist in this team. His face is only sunny and determined, and he holds a long sword in a handsome posture. Even the dark brown hair flying is indescribably chic.

The other people's ink is obviously not as much as his. Although they look equally brave and fearless, they all become a foil.

The fourth painting is another style.

The overwhelming blue came into view, except for a giant ship on the distant sea level, the whole picture was filled with sea water, which looked very clean and comfortable.

It is difficult for people to experience the true thickness, magnificence and mystery of the sea in general paintings, but Meng Weiyi's paintings can.

However, a person like Fang Yue who has no artistic talent can't say anything at the level of a master connoisseur. He has no other thoughts except that he thinks it is beautiful.

But he seems to have discovered a very significant advantage of Meng Weiyi's paintings, that is, he can always use a few strokes to make the picture extremely vivid, bring the audience into the picture, and use the two-dimensional plane to give people a four-dimensional experience. .

When Fang Yue was doing his homework in the afternoon, he felt that the other party's previous paintings were also very good, but he hadn't given him such a shocking experience. It must be that Meng Weiyi's painting skills have also improved during this period of time.

It's a pity that he doesn't seem to have the idea of ​​opening up this section of the corridor, otherwise the exposure of these paintings will surely arouse huge discussions.

The last painting is a little ordinary among the corridors where each painting is special.

In the picture, there is a young gentleman with British style, sitting by the window and looking out at the manor.

On his desk is a milky white long-haired cat that is showing its belly to roll, it looks very cute.

The gentleman's body seemed a little weak, his skin was very pale, and his fingers were slender and soft as he held the window sill.

He obviously didn't describe the specific facial features, but people can see his yearning for the outside world revealed in his expression.

But the so-called "unremarkable" is just a comparison with Meng Weiyi's other works, and this painting alone is a rare masterpiece.

Fang Yue originally came here for the purpose of dating people, but only when he got here did he realize that this trip was very rewarding. He was very touched, and good art really has the ability to touch people's hearts.

I can only sigh many times in my heart that Meng Weiyi is indeed a peerless genius who is worthy of the name and is rare in the art world.

"you are great."

In the end, he couldn't help but wink and praise each other.

Meng Wei smiled, squeezed Fang Yue's hand, and accepted the compliment naturally.

It was already evening when he came out of the art center, and he wanted to have a meal together, but the Daiso project team that Fang Yue participated in was calling again and again, so he had no choice but to leave first.

The driver of Mengwei's family sent them back to study.

When Fang Yue just opened the car door and was about to leave, Meng Weiyi suddenly stopped him again. Fang Yue turned his head quickly, thinking that a sticky farewell ceremony was about to take place.

"There's a live CS near the school. Are you free this Thursday? If you want, you can go together..." The other party said slowly, "You can call your roommate."

"some."

Fang Yue nodded resolutely, even if he didn't have it, he would make it into something.

Real-life CS is a field he hasn't tried before, and he hasn't even played the game version, so he can't help feeling a little curious and looking forward to it.

What's more, he has no class on Thursday.

"Well, go back. Eat well."

Meng Weiyi smiled softly and stroked Fang Yue's hair.

Fang Yue doubted very much whether Meng Weiyi regarded him as a dog, and often patted his dog's head, but he was obviously his junior, but he often acted like a senior who was fascinated by "spoiling".

But it's not a bad feeling.

He is not some kind of age difference supremacy that seniors and juniors must have distinct classes.

He nodded in response, and after making an appointment for the day after tomorrow's itinerary, the two parted completely.

After finishing the task of the group project at night, Fang Yue took a shower and took out the book of myths that he had been thinking about for several days.

While wiping his half-dry hair with a towel, he prepared a full set of translation tools again, and even took a notebook to take notes at any time.

In line with the original intention of making sure to understand the discussion of the forum netizens, he solemnly turned the book back to the page it ended last time and read it.

"...

At the last moment when the abyss condensed, a nightingale broke through the molten magma and flew out. Everything in the world for hundreds of years since then was initiated by this bird of the abyss.

……

In the past 50 years, the bird of origin has bred countless nightingales.

The young bird eats the flesh and drinks the blood, and the adult bird lives in the human body. "

Fang Yue breathed out a long breath, and the fingers that turned the pages were a little stiff.

He couldn't help but think of the nightingale he had seen outside the window these past few nights. Fortunately, that bird was noisy and cute, unlike what was written in the book, it was purely the incarnation of a monster.

He took a few sips of water and continued reading.

"...

In the branch church, a son of God led the corpse to the Holy See. Unexpectedly, there were nightingale parasites in the Holy See.

……

The Son of God was arrested, and a few days later he was burned at the stake for public display. Unexpectedly, it rained, but the fire intensified. Almost no one was spared from the crowd present. "

Fang Yue was stunned.

The writing and narrative of this book has always been very cold and objective, without any emotional bias. The sentences are simple and the plot is general, but it can always poke his heart.

After reading this paragraph, he was in a bad mood.

Although the author didn't say it clearly, judging from the details, this son of God must not be the murderer.

Not only that, but the latter sentence reminded him of the second painting he saw at the art exhibition this afternoon.

As soon as he saw this sentence, he had a picture in his mind, and he could fully imagine the struggle and pain of the members of the Holy See.

"Almost no one was spared", this is really a complete tragedy, and Fang Yue's mood became uncontrollably heavy.

He couldn't stand it anymore today.

Chest tightness, unusually depressed.

It just so happened that it wasn't too early, Fang Yue went to bed after washing up, rarely watched a few funny videos before going to bed to relax, and then said good night with Meng Wei and fell asleep.

The mythology book on the table forgot to be closed, and the roommate who came back from the study room late at night closed the door, and a gust of wind blew the light pages of the book to the next one, revealing the contents on it

"...

It rained continuously for three days, and the rain was variable, viscous and black.

Those who have evil thoughts, those who are ignorant, those who are greedy and demanding, and those who act recklessly, will be born with evil spirits when they are exposed to rain.

Only those who are good-hearted, wise and sober, innocent and clear about right and wrong can preserve their nature and build a continuation of civilization.

Later generations call this rain, God's Judgment..."

But Fang Yue, who had already fallen asleep, couldn't see him anymore. Without the nightingales chirping and singing outside the window, he had already fallen asleep with peace of mind.

The light in the dormitory was turned off, and the pages of the book were hidden in the darkness, quietly waiting for the next chance to be seen.