Paintings of Terror

When Ke Xun came out of the shower, Mu Yiran was making a call on his mobile phone, speaking in English in a low voice.

Ke Xun evaded into the bedroom, stretched out the quilt on the bed, then took his mobile phone and went back to the living room. Seeing that Mu Yiran hadn't finished the call, he gestured to Mu Yiran that he wanted to go out.

Carrying the pockets containing Mu Yiran's suit jacket and shirt, Ke Xun first went to the dry cleaner, then went to a nearby supermarket, and received a call from Weidong on the way.

Wei Dong: "What?"

Ke Xun: "Buy a set..."

Wei Dong: "Damn it! You've got someone so quick?!"

Ke Xun: "...to buy a set of pajamas. Can you let me finish my sentence first, your reaction is very dangerous."

Wei Dong: "...Damn, can you be in danger? Who knows what you want to do by fooling people into your house."

Ke Xun: "If you have something to say and fart, I still need to buy something."

Wei Dong: "Why are you buying pajamas?!"

Ke Xun: "Give it to him, I guess he won't be able to leave tonight, and I won't be able to buy a ticket to go back to his house."

Wei Dong: "Hey, you even figured out where he lives, you are indeed old Siji."

Ke Xun: "Get out, I'm looking at his business card in his pocket."

Wei Dong: "Oh? Tell me, what does Boss Mu do? Is he a real boss or someone's star idol Xiao Xianrou?"

Ke Xun: "Anyway, it's definitely a 'guy'. As for how big this 'guy' is, we have to learn more about it before we can know."

Wei Dong: "Your so-called 'deep' doesn't mean what I imagined, does it?"

Ke Xun: "...I'll just give in to you, my little life is still hanging at the gate of hell, and I still have the mind to be wretched here."

Wei Dong: "Otherwise, what's the matter? I can't hold my mother's thigh and cry every day for the remaining thirteen days. My dad said that life is fast, and you can do whatever you want. The old Wei's family traced back to their ancestors ten years ago Eight generations, all of them died with a smile on their face, I reckon I might not be able to smile before I die, and I will die in a wretched way, right?"

Ke Xun: "...Our dad's words are quite aggressive. All right, then you continue to be obscene, and I'll hang up if it's okay."

Wei Dong: "So what kind of 'guy' is Mu Daxie?"

Ke Xun: "...he is an art dealer who has opened [-] galleries in eight cities around the world, and also conducts art appraisal and sales."

Weidong: "...Wait a minute—all these are written on his business card?!"

Ke Xun: "Next time we meet, don't blame me for looking at you like a mentally retarded person—his business card only has the name of the company written on it. I use this name to search the Internet, and I will naturally find them all."

Wei Dong: "...Wow...wait a minute, how old is he, and he has already opened sixteen galleries?!"

Ke Xun: "It is said that when he was 15 years old, he saw a painting by an unknown artist on loan. He bought it for $300 and sold it for $[-] million."

Weidong: "...I felt a chrysanthemum constriction like suffocation."

Ke Xun: "He is well-known in the industry, and his personal ability and aesthetic vision are also well-known, so at a young age, he can open [-] galleries around the world. Do you think there is any doubt?"

Wei Dong: "...I need to take a moment...the last question, can you find these things about him on the Internet?"

Ke Xun: "Well. There are not only his biography on the Internet, but also the date of birth, height, weight, measurements, special hobbies, etc. are also very detailed. In addition, there are also uploaded by his fans on YouTube when he was abroad. Passerby Street Shot."

Wei Dong: "Wait, wait for the light, wait for the light—he still has fans?!"

Ke Xun: "What's so strange, the courier guys all have their own fans these days, and the cool and domineering President Bingshan can't have a thousand or eight hundred fans? I There are more than a hundred zombie fans on Weibo."

Wei Dong: "...I think, the human and animal husbandry boss is so awesome that we are not in the same world as us. He can easily earn billions of dollars, or US dollars, people and fan clubs. Although you have also In our school, he was elected as the school grass for three consecutive years, and now he is also a small gym owner, but if you look at it in a global framework, it is obvious... and people are not in the same dimension, it is like you are a stick figure I want to have something happen with Renyi's oil painting characters, the painting style is obviously against the harmony, don't you think?"

Ke Xun directly laughed angrily: "Who the hell is a stick figure?! You usually use more brains than brains! That's fine, get out of here, I'm going to the cashier to pay the bill!"

Then he hung up the phone.

A toothbrush, a towel, a set of pajamas, and a pair of casual shoes.

Mu Yiran's suit trousers are gone, and he probably won't be able to wear the suit jacket above him if he is going to leave, and naturally he can't wear the leather shoes on his feet.

Ke Xun walked back with the bag, and when he opened the door to enter the room, his hands paused, remembering what Weidong said just now and everything he found about Mu Yiran from the Internet.

He and him, a proud son of heaven, and a scum of heaven.

They are indeed not from the same world.

Ke Xun laughed, brushed his hair, and walked in the door.

Mu Yiran sat on the sofa, with his mobile phone on the low table.

"Aren't you busy with business?" Ke Xun asked.

Mu Yiran asked him expressionlessly: "What brand is your mobile phone?"

Ke Xun smiled and said, "The phone is out of battery? Fortunately, I use the same brand as you. The charger is in the bedroom, and it is plugged into the bedside socket."

Mu Yiran took the phone and got up and went to the bedroom.

Ke Xun thought to himself, for such a big guy, it is quite down-to-earth to use such a commoner brand of mobile phone.

Ke Xun was too lazy to dry his clothes, so he bought a washing machine with a drying function. After washing and drying the newly bought pajamas, he took them to the bedroom.

Mu Yiran sat on the head of the bed, charging his phone while continuing to make calls.

Ke Xun walked over and sat next to him, until he finally hung up, and was about to call again, when Ke Xun reached out to block it: "Calling the phone while it's fully charged, aren't you afraid that your face will be blown?"

Mu Yiran glanced at him, pushed his hand away, and didn't continue to dial, but said indifferently: "Please find me a place to sleep."

Although the outside time did not pass when they were in the world in the painting, their bodily functions changed with the time and environment in the painting. No one had a good sleep these days.

"If you don't mind, you can sleep in this room." Ke Xun put the pajamas on the bed, got up and walked out.

When walking to the door, Mu Yiran asked, "Where do you sleep?"

Ke Xun turned his head and smiled: "In my place, although the sparrow is small and complete, there is a guest room opposite the house, and there is a study room on the other side of the living room. Although there are not many pieces of furniture, it is not a problem for me to sleep."

Mu Yi suddenly got up: "I'm going to sleep in the guest room."

Ke Xun waved his hand: "My cronies have ruined the guest room, so you can sleep in this room." He closed the door and went out.

Mu Yiran stood up and sat back on the bed.

With the phone in his hand, the screen gradually dimmed, revealing his face in deep thought.

After staying like this for a while, Mu Yiran switched on the phone again, was about to dial, paused with his fingers, set the phone to Do Not Disturb, then put it next to the pillow to continue charging, got up and went to close the curtains, turned back and looked at the phone on the bed. The new pajamas.

Ice blue color, pure color without patterns, only with white borders on the edges.

It suits his color and style very well, and it can be seen that he was careless when he chose it.

However, Mu Yiran still picked up the clothes and checked them carefully, in case there was anything starting with the letter B or letter F printed on it.

Put on pajamas, lift the quilt and lie down on the bed.

The unfamiliar environment made it difficult to fall asleep for a while, so I opened my eyes and looked at the white walls above my head and around me, and habitually analyzed the colors in front of me.

Ke Xun is a very complicated person.

He has an unruly, unruly, and unruly willful personality, but he has a house with a cold style.

White walls, white floors, white furniture, doors and windows with black metal edges, lamps composed of black lines and geometric figures, curtains and quilts in cold metal colors.

Even the bowls used for eating are pure white porcelain without any patterns or complicated shapes.

A person's aesthetics has nothing to do with his potential personality.

Obviously, in the picture of him when he was a teenager, he was in warm tones full of sunshine.

This person is both loose and serious, both willful and persistent, warm and full, but also alienated and cold

Mu Yiran didn't sleep for long, and when he opened his eyes, it was already dark, and it was eight o'clock in the evening.

He changed his pajamas, opened the door and left the bedroom, and saw that the door of the opposite room was open.

Mu Yiran paused, walked to the door and took a look inside, but was taken aback for a moment.

Instead of the chaos of being "spoiled out of shape" as imagined, it was white and empty, not only without a bed, but even without a piece of furniture.

Walking into the living room, I found that Ke Xun was nestled on the sofa, and most of him sank deep into it, sleeping like a carefree Erha.

Mu Yiran looked at him silently for a while, then went to the bathroom.

When Ke Xun was woken up by the alarm clock set on his mobile phone, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and the lights in the room were dark, only the city lights outside the window projected in from a distance, printing colorful and mottled lights on the walls and floors.

Ke Xun sat down and calmed down, suddenly felt something wrong, got up and went to the bedroom, and saw that the bedroom door was open, but there was no one in the room.

After searching all the rooms, even the toilets, Ke Xun finally confirmed that Mr. Mu left without saying goodbye, and took away pajamas, new towels, new toothbrushes, and new shoes.

Ke Xun scratched his head, sat back on the sofa, and looked at the city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Boss Mu felt sorry for seeing him sleeping on the sofa, right?At this time, he might have already lived in the hotel.

Want to give him a call?Ke Xun played with his phone and thought, when he saw Mu Yiran's business card, he quietly wrote down his phone number.

After hesitating for a few minutes, Ke Xun called.

"Male god, male god, guess who I am?"

As soon as the voice with a deliberately changed tone came out from the phone, Mu Yiran couldn't help pinching his brows.

"What's the matter?" Mu Yiran said without any emotion.

The other end of the phone cleared his throat, returned to his normal tone and told him solemnly: "You left your things at my house."

Mu Yiran frowned, thought for a while, but didn't remember what he left behind, and asked, "What?"

"Me." The other end of the phone is still serious, but there is a little smile at the end of the voice.

"..." Mu Yiran's face sank, although the other party couldn't see, "What's the matter with you?"

"I just want to say, you're too polite," Ke Xun scratched his ears and laughed on the phone, "I usually sleep on the sofa more than on the bed, and my sofa feels safer than the bed. Are you in a hotel? "

Mu Yiran: "...um."

Ke Xun: "Go back to City S tomorrow morning?"

Mu Yiran: "Yes."

Ke Xun: "Shall I take you to the airport?"

Mu Yiran: "No need. I'll borrow your clothes first, and send them back to you when I go back."

Ke Xun: "Then add me to your V letter, and I'll send you my home address."

Mu Yiran: "..." You really know how to hit a snake with a stick.

Ke Xun: "Give me your address too, and I'll send it to you when I pick up your clothes from the dry cleaner tomorrow."

Mu Yiran: "..."

Ke Xun: "The next time we meet, will we be in the world of the next painting?"

Mu Yiran: "Yes."

Ke Xun suddenly didn't know what else to say.

When they met again, it was another breathless journey of life and death struggle.

Maybe he won't have such good luck next time, if he is happy, he may die in it directly, if he is sad, he may face a confrontation with Mu Yiran.

Mu Yiran on the other end of the phone also fell silent, wondering if he also thought of this question.

Ke Xun thought to himself, if he really fell into such a situation unfortunately, he would let him go.

Let him live, even if he is heartless and ungrateful, who told him to be handsome.

As the ultimate face dog, he has no choice but to be so unreasonable to himself.

The author has something to say:

The second painting "Faith" is officially opened, welcome friends who read the article and our heroes to join the painting~~

And, the 300 galleries all over the world, and the paintings bought for 200 US dollars and resold for [-] million US dollars, are all based on real people and real things~ The prototype in reality is the real boss, and he sold it The works of art produced can exceed one billion US dollars every year, and a fast-rotting sea fish can be sold for a high price of [-] million US dollars in the name of art, so reality is far more legendary than fiction~~~