fog lock sea

Lu Qisheng nestled on the sofa in the living room, picked up the remote control to turn on the TV, and changed a program randomly.In fact, he doesn't like to watch TV, but in order to prevent himself from thinking wildly, let the sound on the TV distract him a little.

What was broadcast on TV was a morning live news, and the male host showed the audience in front of the TV a report in a correct tone: "Recently, fishermen near Lookout Island went fishing and encountered a storm at sea. The boat capsized and followed the lifebuoy to drift to a historic site called the 'Longevity Pagoda'. Two days later, it was finally rescued. According to the description of the fisherman after he was rescued and landed, the reporter found many strange things," Then the picture changed, and the microphone Handed it to a fisherman, "The life buoy took me to the ruins of the Longevity Pagoda. I saw colorful flames swimming in the bottom of the water, as if emerging from the foundation of the submerged pagoda. I'm good at water. Swim down boldly, which pagoda is too deep, I can’t see the end, I dived about 300 meters, found a hole to get in. I thought there was a big pearl, flashing, who knew it was all dead bones It turned out to be a will-o'-the-wisp, I was very scared, so I quickly swam up..."

The male host continued to report: "This matter immediately attracted the attention of relevant departments, and the superiors immediately dispatched archaeologists to conduct a comprehensive investigation on Lookout Island. In fact, archaeologists have also inspected it before. According to the carbon element verification, it is concluded that this longevity island The pagoda has a history of 8000 years. However, due to insufficient data, archaeologists were unable to draw more conclusions. However, this time our team of archaeologists brought more professional archaeological equipment to investigate the seabed of Lookout Island. With the excavation With the deepening of the work, archaeologists discovered a dynasty that has never been recorded in history. This dynasty was earlier than Xia, Shang and Zhou, and it was extremely mysterious. According to the murals on the bottom wall of the pagoda, the country that built the Longevity Pagoda is called Liguo , Believe in the culture of Wuzhu, and even marry with the mermaid tribe in the Shura Sea. Experts speculate that the Pagoda of Longevity was once as high as ten thousand feet, and it was a place where Wuzhu looked up at the sky for divination. Later, for some unknown reason, it became a prison and prisoner If you want to define this era, it should belong to the ancient tribal era. Human beings have just been liberated from nature and began to form their own ideas, but with certain limitations, they still cannot escape the worship of the divine right of heaven. , so a large number of lifelike myths and stories are engraved on the bottom of the pagoda, and archaeologists are still deciphering the specific content, so stay tuned.”

Suddenly tiredness hit, Lu Qisheng fell asleep on the sofa.Maybe because he read the news, he dreamed of an endless black and blue sea. He jumped off the reef, swam through the ruins of the Longevity Pagoda, and swam into the deepest seabed, to unknown seas.

A clump of glowing corals on the bottom of the sea attracted him to approach, and when he got closer, it turned out that it was not the corals that shone, but the stele covered by the corals, which seemed to be very old.A few lines of hieroglyphs were engraved on the stele, covered with bryophytes, and he couldn't guess what the characters were.There were strange crying and laughing sounds from under the stone tablet, like the crying of a baby, like the meowing of a cat, the strange sound wrapped around Lu Qisheng's body, like entangled water plants, and firmly attached to the face of a person. octopus or jellyfish, lingering.There are also children singing, singing nursery rhymes from the bottom of the sea:

Pearl is a string of moonlight

soul wink wink

projected into the world

Burn paper money to buy crying

god lives on the moon

Pearl Redemption Ghost of Hell

Bai Gui Ye Xing

Kill people and sacrifice ghosts, people go to hell

ghost in the world

Lu Qisheng felt as if his limbs were being heavily pressed by something, he couldn't move, and he couldn't speak.He struggled, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Suddenly the alarm clock rang, and he was freed from the nightmare.It was very difficult to reach for the mobile phone next to the pillow, and it couldn't be turned on, and the screen was completely black.

It turned out that he was still dreaming.The alarm clock continued to ring, and he could hear it clearly, and he could even hear the boys playing on the court downstairs in the dormitory.

He told himself to get up quickly, or he would be late.He kept struggling in the dream, the alarm clock kept ringing, and finally, he finally returned to reality.

When I opened my eyes and looked at my phone, 10 minutes had passed.He must be too tired. The psychology teacher said that you should not put your hands on your heart when you sleep, otherwise it is easy to have nightmares, and he just can't change this habit.

The sun was scorching hot, and Lu Qisheng trotted all the way to Professor Feng's office. Professor Feng's assistant told him that Professor Feng was on a business trip and had been gone for 3 minutes.

He finally made an appointment with Professor Feng to discuss the matter of his graduation project, but he overslept.Professor Feng is a very busy person, he is late, of course he has to be busy with his own affairs, how can he have time to wait for him.

******

The weather in August is the most sultry and unbearable.A luxury tourist bus was traveling leisurely on the winding mountain road under the heat wave above its head. There were [-] tourists in the car, plus a driver and a tour guide.The destination of this trip was a small island called Lookout Island, but unfortunately, the air conditioner suddenly broke down halfway in the car, and all the people in the car complained.

"Comrades, be patient, we'll be there in four or ten minutes." The tour guide with a high ponytail said into the loudspeaker, "Lookout Island is a wonderful place with a long history, with beautiful scenery, pleasant climate, and gentle The sea breeze blows, not to mention how cool it is. There is a longevity pagoda in the center of the island. According to archaeologists' research, it is an ancient building 10 years ago, but it is not known which dynasty left the building. It is said that Lookout Island used to be a plain. Later, the high tide of the sea flooded the plain and turned it into an island, and the Pagoda of Longevity also collapsed. The local people said that the pagoda used to lead to the sky..."

Tour guides must be busy making money, and have no time to read the news to update their knowledge, and what they tell tourists is still the same as before.Lu Qisheng sat in the rickety bus with the tour group, and looked at the winding mountain road that was winding backwards with no love.He is a student of the City Academy of Fine Arts. In order to find inspiration, he specially came to Wangwang Island to sketch.Due to financial constraints, I had to apply for a group trip to save a little accommodation on the island.

"Look, that's the remains of the Pagoda of Longevity!" The tour guide pointed out the window of the car, and the people in the car stretched their necks to look out along the place where their fingers were.It is really hard to imagine what it was like to go straight into the sky.

After 5 minutes, we finally arrived at the station.The tour guide took a group of dozens of people to the souvenir shop and said that he would take everyone to dinner after buying.Other tourists bought a bunch of big bags and small bags, but only Lu Qisheng was empty-handed. The tour guide looked at him with a bad face: "This handsome guy, why don't you buy it? Buy some local specialties for your family and friends. Such a real gift, after a while There will be no such shop in this village, so buy some and go back.”

In front of many tourists, Lu Qisheng couldn't refuse. While feeling sad about the balance in his bank card, he gritted his teeth and bought the cheapest one, and queued up to pay.When eating, other tourists added meat to their plates, but only Lu Qisheng ate all vegetarian dishes.

"Damn, this is too discriminatory!" Lu Qisheng felt that it was unfair, so he went to the tour guide to reason, and the tour guide took a bite of the braised pork in the bowl and explained: "Our travel agency cooperates with the food and souvenir shop, You can enjoy the VIP meal treatment only when you purchase souvenirs and reach a certain amount, and the ordinary meal treatment is all vegetarian, dear."

Lu Qisheng smiled, 660 yuan, seven-day package, no matter what, it is cheaper than a bed and breakfast, and the food is almost the same, so I don’t bother to care about it.After eating a few mouthfuls and filling my stomach, I went straight back to my place of residence.He dug out the drawing board paints and the like from the suitcase, carried them on his back and went out.I drew several scenic spots, but I was never satisfied.I had no choice but to return home in embarrassment.

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The last night on Lookout Island was the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar. The moon hung high in the sky like a big disc, reflecting the ghostly spirit of the collapsed Longevity Pagoda. clothes.

The sky and the earth were black and blue. Lu Qisheng stood barefoot on the beach, with a flashlight in his mouth, and the paintbrush in his hand was quickly drawing on the drawing board in front of him.Her hair was messed up by the sea breeze.Seen from the side, it seems a bit unrefined, full of a down-and-out aristocratic atmosphere of British decadence.He studied under the famous painter Feng Nianjiu and is about to graduate from school.He came to sketch from life, and what he drew was the graduation work that was to be handed over to the teacher before graduation.

Jingle bell... Jingle bell...

Lu Qisheng picked up the phone, it was a call from a friend from the journalism department that he knew well.When the phone was connected, the other end gasped: "Where are you, Lu Qisheng? Did something happen? Professor Feng is dead!"

Lu Qisheng yawned while beating his waist, feeling unbelievable: "What? Isn't the professor holding an art exhibition recently?"

"It's all on the headlines of the news! The news is absolutely true and reliable! Come back quickly, the students of your Academy of Fine Arts have become a mess. I'm going to edit and edit with Master now, so I'll hang up first."

"Hello??" Lu Qisheng was about to say something when he heard a "beep beep" sound from the other end of the phone.

Lu Qisheng turned on the phone, and a dazzling title came into view: The Era! The genius painter Feng Nianjiu died of illness unexpectedly.

Reports about Feng Nianjiu's death flooded the sky, and various media rushed to report. For a while, the news of Professor Feng's death became a trending search.

Professor Feng is a man of the year in the Academy of Fine Arts, the most dazzling pearl of the Academy of Fine Arts, and the signature of the Academy of Fine Arts.Regarding the history of Professor Feng, all students of the Academy of Fine Arts can memorize it fluently.

Both of Professor Feng’s parents died when he was young. At the age of 20, he established his position in the domestic painting circle because of an oil painting called "Moon Eclipse". At the age of 25, he became a world-renowned painter. In the same year, a domestic university made an exception and hired him as a professor .He has astonishing creative power. During this period, he held many art exhibitions at home and abroad, and won many high praises and awards.Professor Feng's paintings are influenced by neoclassical and impressionist painting masters, and he creates his own style on the basis of them, creating a unique approach, which is unmatched in the world today.

Although Professor Feng is eccentric and difficult to approach, this does not prevent Lu Qisheng from regarding Professor Feng as an idol.Lu Qisheng sincerely admired Professor Feng's genius, bold imagination and amazing creativity. Unfortunately, he died young, and Professor Feng was only 40 years old.Professor Feng's appearance is correct, tall and straight.Except for being a little crazy at ordinary times, most of the painters are a little different from ordinary people, but they are still healthy, and I have never heard of him having any diseases.Why did he die suddenly? Lu Qisheng felt regretful and heaved a long sigh.

He knelt down and kowtowed three times to the west, thanking his mentor and hoping that his mentor would go well all the way.

At this moment, the sea breeze was blowing harder, gradually blowing most of the moon into the clouds, and Lu Qisheng felt a bit of coolness.Thinking of Professor Feng's sudden death, he couldn't help frowning.

A man walked towards him with his back to half the moonlight. His feet were bare and his body was wet. He could faintly hear the muffled sound of water dripping from his black clothes on the beach. His pale face was looming in the shadow of the moon. He walked Suddenly stopped in front of Lu Qisheng and said, "Get up."

What a beautiful woman!

The voice had no warmth at all, it was light and fluttering, and was blown away by the sea breeze in the next second.

Lu Qisheng got up and thought, this girl is really interesting, I'm not kneeling and kowtowing for you.But it's quite courageous to swim in the sea so late.In order to give the professor a satisfactory work, he has come to this deserted beach to sketch for nearly a week. Except for the phone call with a friend just now, he has not met any peers who can talk to him so far.What's more, what appeared was a beautiful girl, who was exactly the age of Mu Shaoai.So he smiled and greeted the beautiful woman in front of him: "Hi! My name is Lu Qisheng, and I'm a student who came here to sketch. How about you?"

The wet girl was probably in her early twenties, her tall figure looked charming under the moonlight, her pale face was slightly raised, her face was soft and soft, her red lips moved slightly: "Me?"

Lu Qisheng nodded, showing his big white teeth and smiling, "What's your name?"

The person in front of him raised the corners of his mouth in a half-smile, and pointed to the full moon in the sky at some point in time: "My name is Qiyue, Lan Qiyue."

The voice still has no ups and downs, no temperature.

The wet hair in front of Lan Qiyue's forehead covered most of the eyes, and Lu Qisheng could vaguely see the hazy dark blue light refracted in which pair of eyes.He was attracted by those blue eyes, as if in a daze, trying to see everything in the girl's eyes...

Lan Qiyue continued to walk forward and disappeared from Lu Qisheng's sight.Lu Qisheng wanted to catch up, but felt that his legs were numb and unable to move, and he froze in place.It took a while to slow down.It was as if that person had never been there just now, and there were only traces of the wind blowing on the beach.Maybe it's hallucinations, Lu Qisheng thought.The girl named Lan Qiyue just now may not exist at all.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Even if it is so late to go back to school, he still can't get a car. The painting in front of him finally got started, and he must not give up halfway.

But once you fail to grasp the inspiration that you meet but don't seek, it will change taste when you pick it up later.

Feeling the frenzied sea breeze, he grabbed the paintbrush and rustled on the drawing board. The dark blue beach at night, the seemingly calm sea water implied waves.A large and surprisingly large moon hangs where the water and the sky meet, as if it is about to fall down at any time.The moon is like the belly of a pregnant woman, with floating clouds, and there seems to be a fetus surging inside the moon, which is magical and weird.The shadow of the moon was cast on the beach, reflecting a pale face, which was not scary, but charming.

Lu Qisheng carefully painted his new painting, looked at it carefully for a while, and felt quite satisfied, so he named this painting: Qiyue.

The mist rose from the sea, the sky was bright, and the red sun rose quietly.Lu Qisheng squinted his eyes to look at the vast sea and sky, and appreciated his painting again with satisfaction.He yawned, guessing that there should be a car to go back by now.Seeing that the paint was almost dry, he carefully put away the painting and left the beach.

Lu Qisheng spent 20 yuan to take a taxi to the station to transfer to a bus, and then spent [-] yuan to take a half-hour bus back to the city. After squinting in the car for a while, he felt less sleepy. I got off the car and bought steaming steamed stuffed buns and soy milk from a roadside stall, then walked to school.

Lu Qisheng felt worried. Before graduation, he had to solve his job problem and earn some money, otherwise renting a house would be a problem after graduation.His family was not rich. He was born in a small fishing village. He was the only son in the family. The family made a living by fishing. His mother was weak and sick, and spent a lot of money on medicine all the year round.

As soon as Lu Qisheng entered the school, he met Han Chuan, a friend from the journalism department who called him last night. He had just returned from editing and editing, dragging his body tired and yawning profusely.Seeing Lu Qisheng, he hugged him, snatched the steamed stuffed bun he had just bitten into, and said, "Brother Lu, the professor is your most admired teacher. A dead person cannot be resurrected, so let's go with my condolences."

Lu Qisheng patted Han Chuan's shoulder, took a breath, and said to himself, "Why did the professor die suddenly?"

Han Chuan asked Zheng, made a silent gesture to him, pulled him into a corner, and said in an official journalistic tone: "According to reliable news, Professor Feng didn't die of illness at all! He was killed by his enemies ! I was busy with Master all night last night, just for this matter."

"Killed?"

Han Chuan is currently an intern at a well-known newspaper, and the news he has is probably not fake.But Lu Qisheng was still confused, but who would kill Professor Feng?Professor Feng is proud of his talent, and often speaks harshly. He has offended many bigwigs in the industry, but it is not a blood feud, so there is no need to put him to death.What's more, the leaders of the college often prepare a lot of gifts, and Lu Qisheng will give gifts in the name of Professor Feng's disciples to those whom Professor Feng has offended, so as to help Professor Feng maintain basic interpersonal relationships.

"Tsk tsk tsk, he died in his own villa. The criminal method was extremely cruel, and his heart was ripped out." Han Chuan stretched out his hand and grabbed Lu Qisheng's chest to scare Lu Qisheng.He went on to say: "The school suppressed the matter and did not allow it to be reported. It only said to the outside world that he died of illness."

Lu Qisheng frowned handsomely and asked, "Where is the murderer?"

Han Chuan shook his head: "There was nothing at the scene, no fingerprints or footprints left. My master guessed that the murderer was a repeat offender, and he must have killed others before this."

Lu Qisheng said angrily: "It's too cruel! The murderer should be shot if he is caught!"

"Okay, okay, it's useless for you to be angry. The most urgent thing right now is to find out the cause of Professor Feng's death as soon as possible. I've told you so much. In exchange, you have to tell me something you know. You Lu Qi Sheng is Professor Feng's beloved student, and you are usually the closest to him."

Lu Qisheng knew that Han Chuan was collecting materials, and he would release a hot news before graduation, and then he could be judged as an outstanding graduate.

"I can tell you, but you must seek truth from facts, and no falsification is allowed."

Han Chuan patted his chest and promised: "We have known each other for so long, you don't know who I am, brother? I, Han Chuan, want to be famous, but I will never engage in anything that violates conscience and cheats. Don't worry, I will definitely Let the murderer who killed Professor Han be brought to justice!"

Lu Qisheng knew that Han Chuan was a person who never gave up until he achieved his goal, so he had to tell him that Professor Feng liked to draw all kinds of fish during his lifetime.In fact, he and Professor Feng seldom communicate in private. When Professor Feng was in class, Lu Qisheng liked to discuss painting with Professor Feng, and the two had very consistent views on painting.So many students mistakenly think that he is very familiar with Professor Feng.Professor Feng has a withdrawn personality, and he knows nothing about Professor Feng's private life.

Han Chuan was a little disappointed, he caught a glimpse of the drawing board behind Lu Qisheng, and suddenly had an idea.Said: "You are Mr. Feng's senior apprentice, you can definitely understand his paintings. I went to his house with master yesterday and found that there are many new paintings. It is said that paintings can best show the artist's heart. You should go back to the dormitory to rest for a while. , I'll get you a press card, and I'll take you there later to have a look. Maybe I can find something."