Into the painting

"What do you mean?" Bai Mo stared blankly at Zhang Yuan.Zhang Yuan didn't speak, he took a meaningful look at Bai Mo and then lowered his head to drink the milk tea brought by the waiter. Although Bai Mo also had a cup in front of him, he still couldn't drink it.

The other two people were chatting on the opposite side, Zhang Yuan seemed to be in a good mood, and he was talking to Bai Mo one after another. This kind of scene looks very beautiful, provided that if everyone Like every reader, I can see the existence of the same beautiful white ink as the other three, instead of Zhang Yuan smiling exaggeratedly facing the air.Bai Mo's heart is not as peaceful as it looks on the surface.

After going back that day, Zhang Yuan hadn’t seen Bai Mo for a long time. No matter how he got to the painting, he still didn’t see it. Moreover, Zhang Yuan didn’t know if it was his own illusion. The shadows in the painting seemed to become more and more big.

Zhang Yuan gradually became uneasy. When he told Xu Zheng and Lin Can these worries, it was very rare that these two people didn't laugh at him.

"Zhang Yuan." Xu Zheng's expression looked serious, "That painting is weird."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Yuan didn't quite understand.

Lin Can sighed and said, "Maybe it's not obvious if you go to it every day. There was no shadow in that painting before."

"No shadows?" Zhang Yuan seemed to have thought of something, and their words coincided with his previous thoughts.

"That painting is probably alive." Xu Zheng looked at Zhang Yuan firmly.

"Of course, it's also possible that the buddy in the painting did it, but the problem is, you can't find him now." Lin Can said.

"No, maybe there is one person who can." Zhang Yuan raised his head and looked at Lin Can.

"Who?"

"headmaster."

When Zhang Yuan went to the principal's office, the principal was inside, as if waiting for him.

"Principal, my name is Zhang Yuan. I came to you today because I want to ask you something." Zhang Yuan cut to the chase.

The principal nodded and smiled, "I know, you are here to find Xiao Mo."

Sure enough, he knew.Zhang Yuan suppressed his smile instantly, "Can you tell me where he is?"

"I don't know." The headmaster smiled unchanged.

Zhang Yuan almost couldn't hold back and shouted, how is it possible!

"Principal." Zhang Yuan suppressed the impatience in his heart, "You are Mo's grandfather, how could you not know?"

"The only one who can find him is you."

"Only me?" Zhang Yuan was a little dizzy. "What's the meaning?"

"He hid because of you."

"Because of me?" Zhang Yuan was still dizzy, "What do you mean?"

Regarding Zhang Yuan's reaction, the principal frowned calmly and did not reply.

Seeing that the principal didn't seem to be in the mood to continue communicating, Zhang Yuan was ready to leave, but stopped suddenly when he reached the door.

"Principal, may I ask you, Mo, how did you die that year?"

......

Zhang Yuan felt that he was flying when he came out of the principal's office.

The whole thing was so unreal that Zhang Yuan himself wondered if this was a dream he had.

Back then, Bai Mo traveled to the mountains and rivers of his motherland alone after he suspended his studies to find inspiration for his paintings. It was a coincidence that he met Zhang Yuan at that time. I thought it was just a lovelorn boy who came to the riverside to play melancholy, but the boy who was so painful in Bai Mo's eyes gradually walked to the center of the river. With the scene in Zhang Yuan's memory, although Bai Mo was also exhausted, he was rescued by the people later, and after a few days of rest, he started his journey again.

Things have been normal so far, and the accident happened after Bai Mo returned to school after traveling.

When Bai Mo returned to school, the first thing he did was to find his grandfather, who was the principal, but he never expected to see a strange painting in his grandfather's office. The painting was well framed and looked like a famous work, but But Bai Mo couldn't tell which famous artist it was from. In addition to the overwhelming shadows, there was only a person and lush trees in the painting. Those trees almost merged with the shadows. Bai Mo smiled. , This painting is not so much gouache as it is splashed ink. Which famous artist likes to use black in such a large range? Out of curiosity, Bai Mo subconsciously reached out to the painting. The next moment he came into contact with the painting , Bai Mo felt the turbulent wind behind him, and when he turned around, he only had time to see a black shadow rushing towards him, so he didn't know anything.

When the principal came back, he saw a messy office and the painting that was crooked on the ground and had become bright.

Not long after, the principal received a call from the dean of teaching, saying that Bai Mo had dropped out of school instead of suspension and left the school.No matter how hard the headmaster looked, he couldn't find it.

Not long after, the principal saw the white ink coming out of the painting, but he didn't remember anything.

The principal told Zhang Yuan that the painting was originally a ghost painting that he wanted to seal, but it was hit by white ink that broke in without knowing it. In fact, the principal has been studying it for so many years, only knowing that this painting was made by a frustrated person, just as Like the "Black Sunday" created by the French composer Roulance Charles, it is a product that brings destruction to human beings. It is an ominous thing. I took him to the competition to find the original author of the painting, but Helplessly, it ended without a problem. This painting was opened every five years, in exchange for a new soul to enter, and the original old soul would enter the body of the new soul to live on his behalf, but the soul polluted by this kind of thing was always impure. So he set a barrier for Bai Mo's soul so that it would not be polluted by the miasma within.

And this year, it happens to be the fifth year of Bai Mo's painting...