After the black moonlight washed the white, all the crematoriums [Transmigration Book]

Song Mingran Solo Exhibition.

This exhibition is not open to the public, only those who have received the invitation letter can participate, but there are still various people asking for the invitation letter at the gate of the art museum, most of them are young girls.

After Lin Xingcheng saved the communicator, the system said: "Song Mingran's art exhibition is catching up with the top traffic concert."

Lin Xingcheng smiled: "It's not surprising."

As one of the four big bosses in this book, Song Mingran won the league's most prestigious art award at the age of 19, and even slapped the experts who questioned him in the face, saying "art is not a jerk, you don't need to flatter to gain the audience's recognition", It is still regarded as a classic by his fans.

Talented, well-off, and handsome, it's hard not to be popular.

System: "That's right, otherwise Yu Ningqiu wouldn't like him the most."

Before the exhibition officially started, Lin Xingcheng went to the bathroom first.

When he lowered his head to wash his hands, someone called him from behind, "Brother monitor."

Lin Xingcheng was taken aback.

Although he knew that he would inevitably run into Song Mingran when he came here, he didn't expect it to be so soon.

Someone's face is reflected in the sink mirror.

Wearing an off-white casual suit with a soft shirt of the same color inside, the handsome young man has flat shoulders, a slightly protruding knot on his neck, and a small dimple on his smiling face.

He has a feminine appearance, completely different from Gu Heng's sharpness, because he usually likes to wear light-colored clothes, always has a bright smile and is extremely gentle, and looks like a prince at first glance.

Also because of this, his fans screamed madly for him, saying that he is a fairy brother.

But only Lin Xingcheng knew that he was not easy to be with, and that demons might be more suitable for him than gods.

Song Mingran was one year younger than Lin Xingcheng, because he was born smart, he skipped a level and was in the same class as Lin Xingcheng.

He liked to call him brother from the first year of high school. Later, the meaning of the word "brother" changed several times, containing different emotions and psychology.

A year and a half after the retreat incident, before being found by Gu Heng, Lin Xingcheng was "taken in" by him.Lin Xingcheng stayed in his studio for more than half a year as his mannequin.

nude models.

"Is your illness better?" Song Mingran's eyes were bright, and there was an obvious smile on his mouth.

"It's okay." Lin Xingcheng said lightly, and turned off the tap, "I'm going out first."

"Wait." Song Mingran stopped him suddenly, took out a piece of paper to wipe his hands, and moved closer to Lin Xingcheng.

"You have foam on your ears." He leaned forward, put one hand on Lin Xingcheng's ear, and wiped off the foam.

The warm breath brushed against Lin Xingcheng's ears, and the faint scent of perfume came.

"Okay, no more."

With an unusually gentle voice and a bright smile, those who don't know it may think that this is a real angel and the most gentle lover in the world.

"Thank you."

Lin Xingcheng didn't say much, as soon as he walked out of the bathroom, he ran into a woman head-on.

The woman is wearing an exquisite and expensive branded dress, which undoubtedly reveals the advantages of her figure, and the high heels make her legs slender and graceful.

She is Song Mingran's older sister.

Song Mingxin froze for a moment when he saw Lin Xingcheng, and soon his face showed indifference, "You are here too. Is Ming Ran in there?"

Lin Xingcheng nodded, pointed inside, and then left first.

"Wait." Song Mingxin stopped him, with a bad tone, "Who invited you?"

Lin Xingcheng thought about the anonymous invitation letter, and he also wanted to know this question.

"Guess?" He smiled slightly.

Song Mingxin was stunned for a moment, and said angrily: "I am the curator of this time, you are not welcome here, please leave."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, Song Mingran who came out of the bathroom said flatly: "He is my guest."

Lin Xingcheng knew that Song Mingxin was hostile towards him.

When he was in school, he heard that she was very nervous and loved his younger brother. Everyone speculated whether Song Mingxin's possessiveness towards her younger brother was due to other reasons, not her siblings, or something else——Song Mingran is a double.

However, Song Mingxin was still reluctant, "Lin Xingcheng, I don't want to see you, just be sensible and leave by yourself, this is not the place you should come..."

"Snapped!"

Before he finished speaking, the applause suddenly sounded.After Song Mingran slapped his hands, he touched Song Mingxin's face, "Use your brain before you speak."

Then he smiled apologetically at Lin Xingcheng, "You go in first. "Possession" is in the central exhibition area on the second floor."

To be honest, this slap made Lin Xingcheng stunned for a moment.

Song Mingran is still the same... Appearance is like an angel, but his heart is bottomless, both good and evil, often giving people a sense of division.

After Lin Xingcheng left, Song Mingxin covered his face, shocked and aggrieved: "You hit me because of him..."

The handsome man said slowly: "I told you, I don't care who you bully, except him."

……

"Possession" is a painting Song Mingran painted when he was in high school, but it has never been exhibited.Only a few people have seen that painting, but that's enough to make it famous.

Their evaluation of it is that it is a magical painting.

Although Lin Xingcheng had served as a mannequin for Song Mingran, he had never seen it.Standing in front of this picture now, he felt a little strange.

This is an oil painting with blue and black as the main color. The painting shows a dark blue night, a mottled tree hole entwined with twigs, and a hand painted with red nail polish protrudes from it. Hold a brain on it.

Yes, the brain.

No matter in terms of composition or tone, this painting gives people a strong sense of stimulation and discomfort.But it's magical and very eye-catching.

System: "What... is this painting?"

Lin Xingcheng: "That's a good question."

Tree holes, women's hands, brains...and possession.Song Mingran is very good at this kind of abstract painting with unclear meaning.

Many people came for this painting, but they probably didn't see why, and basically everyone kept silent.

"I don't like it, ugly."

A mechanical child's voice came, and it was Little Moonlight who spoke.

Lin Xingcheng: "..."

He originally went out by himself today, but when he saw Little Moonlight standing quietly on the table before going out, he suddenly couldn't bear it anymore, so he stuffed it into the inner pocket of the down jacket and brought it along with him.

When he was looking at the painting just now, he took it out and wrapped his arms around it in his arms.

System: "Yeah, you're quite picky even if you don't have a big shell. What's so ugly about it? It's called art. What do you know?"

As a result, Lin Xingcheng immediately put Xiao Yueguang back into the down jacket, "Okay, okay, then I won't watch it."

system:"……"

Fuck, eccentric.

In the lower right corner of the oil painting, there is also a viewing instruction: the work has different viewing effects under special light.

Just when Lin Xingcheng was thinking about what this meant, the lights in the art gallery suddenly changed.

A strong glare fell over his head and hit the painting.He felt a little uncomfortable for a moment, a feeling of dizziness and nausea suddenly struck.

The system sensed that something was wrong with him, and asked, "What's wrong, your head hurts again?"

Ever since he contracted a strange disease, Lin Xingcheng felt headaches from time to time, but this time the headaches felt a little different.It seems to be magnified by a strong stimulus.

He couldn't describe the feeling.

But this feeling passed quickly after two or three seconds.

Just a flash.

Lin Xingcheng didn't read it anymore, he had seen most of the works in Song Mingran's studio.He stepped aside and found a place with few people to sit and rest.

However, not long after he sat down, a person came to him, it was Song Mingran.

"finish watching?"

"Ah."

"There are still some model works of emerging artists here, do you want to see them?"

Lin Xingcheng shook his head, he wanted to leave.

"It's a mecha, you'll definitely like it." Song Mingran smiled and reached out to grab Lin Xingcheng's wrist, "Come with me."

Lin Xingcheng broke free very neatly.

Song Mingran didn't take it seriously either, "Come on brother, I won't let you down, it's very close, right there."

Lin Xingcheng was led by him to a corner showcase, where a mecha work was displayed. To be precise, it was a damaged mecha with many scars and almost no original appearance.

But Lin Xingcheng recognized it at a glance, it was an imitation of Moonlight.A metal piece created in imitation of moonlight.

There was no one in the cockpit, but the entire mecha was covered in blood and bandages.

"I found it by accident, and I thought you would be interested, so I bought it back." Song Mingran said, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he said abruptly, "Brother, come back to me."

With an innocent smile and a seemingly inviting sentence, only Lin Xingcheng knows what this sentence means.

Lin Xingcheng smiled coldly, "No."

Song Mingran smiled slightly, "Gu Heng is about to go bankrupt, and I listened to you, and started eating fruit..."

"Goodbye."

……

After leaving the art gallery, Lin Xingcheng retrieved his communicator, and a bunch of missed calls and messages flooded out instantly.

37?

Why did Gu Heng call him so many times?

And Lian Jun also hit one.

Lin Xingcheng was stunned for a moment, and then Lian Jun dialed back.

The voice over there came quickly, "You finally saw it."

"Well, I came to see the art exhibition today. It's not open to the public. The easy communicator is not allowed to be brought, so it is stored."

"What a strict art exhibition." Lian Jun seemed to have a sip of tea, "When are you free? Can you lend me half a day?"

"No loan."

"..."

Lin Xingcheng: "Send you off."

Lian Jun smiled, "Okay, tomorrow morning? I'll pick you up."

"Okay." Lin Xingcheng agreed, "But you don't seem to have said anything yet?"

Mysterious.

"A little thing, you accompany me to a place and give me courage."

Lin Xingcheng: "Is it robbing the bank or blowing up the marshal's mansion?"

There is also the matter of Lian Jun not daring to need the courage of others.

The other end of the phone almost laughed out loud, "Have a meeting..."

Gu's Group Board of Directors.

When Lin Xingcheng got home, he sat down and checked the news for a while, when a piece of news popped up.

Gu's Group may change hands, and the Lian Fund will take over the power.Apart from Lian Jun, the partners behind it have two mysterious backgrounds...