Paintings of Terror

#fourth sketch

This is a page in a children's picture book. The edge is filled with orange red with crayons, probably to express the scene surrounded by red maple and sumac. In the middle is a big house with simple strokes. It seems that you can see the resting place inside through the wall. People, two of them are playing chess in one corner of the room, two of them are reading in the other corner, three of them are watching something around a computer, another group of people are sitting together, eating, drinking and chatting, and three of them are using a small stove outside the room. cook something.

The house has an ancient tile roof, on which a plaque was drawn with black crayon, and two immature words were written: Fenglu.

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When Mu Yiran meets an opponent playing Go, he has to think about almost every step he takes.

Yue Cen did it more calmly, and occasionally chatted with the other party: "This is the first time to meet a visitor in Fenglu."

"Huh?" Mu Yiran held Hei Zi between his fingers, looked up at Yue Cen, "Yeah."

"I think this is an old building, but judging from the interior decoration, cups and plates, and books, it seems that there is very little hospitality; although the staff here are well-trained, their attitude towards guests is always There are some polite manners that use too much force, and lack a kind of habitual calmness." After Yue Cen finished speaking, he looked at the chessboard and placed his white pieces in an unexpected position.

Mu Yiran held his chin in silence for a while, and said, "If you entered the painting earlier, everyone might be able to reduce some sacrifices."

Yue Cen was silent for a while, then quickly smiled softly: "It's rare to hear such praise from Mr. Mu."

At this moment, Luo Kuo and the others were making a lot of noise: "You are too——simply! This horror movie? This is not as good as Big Ear Tutu! It seems that being in a painting has really exercised my courage."

Li Xiaochun sat in the middle: "Anyway, I have always been indifferent to horror movies, because I know they are fake and props."

Wei Dong looked at Luo Yu: "You are a painter who just keeps talking, how did you explain it to your girlfriend?"

At the tea table not far away, Luo Kuo's girlfriend was drinking tea and chatting with her companions. She didn't look out of place at all. It seemed that she had made an appointment with Gu Qingqing to go to the lake to observe egrets on weekends.

"I haven't seen a real wild egret yet," Luo Wei's girlfriend smiled sweetly, "I especially liked reading Jian Jie's prose when I was in middle school. I remember she wrote: When I can't comfort you, or you Don't care about me anymore, please remember that in our meager years, there were twelve egrets flying across the lake in autumn."

"It's so beautiful," Gu Qingqing nodded frequently, "I remember excerpting Du Mu's poems when I was a child, and one of them was about an egret: Flying in shock to the Bishan Mountains, a tree of pear blossoms falls in the evening wind." ——If it is a metaphor for pear blossoms , is already extremely beautiful, but this pear blossom is used to describe a large group of flying egrets, it is so beautiful that it cannot be seen."

The two girls never met each other.

Wu You, who was eating fried chestnuts with sugar, paused, and asked Fang Fei in a low voice, "I want you to immediately come up with a poem about egrets, can you?"

"Okay, two orioles singing green willows, and a group of egrets flying up to the blue sky." Fang Fei answered eloquently.

"It's really you. If you ask me this question in the painting, I will definitely be confused."

Fang Fei plans to read this poem to the end: "The solitary sail is far away, the shadows are clear and the sky is gone, and the light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains."

"It's really you!" Wu You gave a thumbs up, and then looked at Shao Ling who had a strange expression on his face, "Mr. Shao, why don't you even know how to eat chestnuts fried in sugar? They are shells!"

——Weidong: "...No, Luobo, how did you explain the painting to your girlfriend?"

Luo Kuo looked at the mother zombie on the screen with a peaceful expression and gave birth to tens of thousands of wet and slippery zombies, and took a bite of the sweet and greasy persimmon: "We are a team, playing a game called "Hua Horror" A large-scale picture-breaking game."

Wei Dong: "..."

Li Xiaochun said in a low voice: "Even if your girlfriend is not interested in the game, what if she suddenly wants to search for it one day, or what if she finds out there is no such game when chatting with her friends?"

Luo Wei smiled easily: "So, I partnered with a buddy who started a game company with me to make one."

Wei Dong was very surprised: "Damn it, I must not be able to play or search for this game."

Li Xiaochun: "Luo Yu, you absolutely love your girlfriend."

"That must be done," Luo Wei stretched, "My girlfriend has fallen in love with this place, and plans to come here every autumn."

"Boss said, Fenglu welcomes us at any time." Li Xiaochun even had the idea of ​​finding a chef position in Fenglu directly, so that he could live here every day.

Fenglu is a villa built in the mountains, and a glass pavilion was built next to the mountain.

Everyone is in this open house at the moment, and through the four transparent glass walls, you can see the beautiful autumn scenery.

And outside, it was the bright and swaying autumn light of October.

Ke Xun, Qin Ci, and curator Hua's nine-year-old son are making tea in the ancient way outside Fenglu at this moment.

Through the glass wall, Director Hua looked at his son, who was having fun playing, and his seven-year-old daughter, who was sitting under a big maple tree and was seriously painting, and suddenly felt the happiness of the years.

Beside him, Zhu Haowen was immersed in reading a book. Since he told him some old-fashioned knowledge and found a related book from the bookshelf, he read it with fascination.

Luo Weidong and the others over there were the most lively. Curator Hua couldn't help laughing and said: "Thinking about just now on the glass plank road, Carrot was still frightened and stiff, and it is completely different from now. His appearance at that time made me Reminds me of the first time I drove a car."

Zhu Haowen: "..."

Director Hua smiled and said, "The first time I drove, I got on the highway. Really, I didn't even dare to blink my eyes, and I was sweating all over. I don't know how to finish the three hours of driving."

Zhu Haowen: "..."

Li Xiaochun had already interjected: "Curator Hua, don't you know that driving has other meanings?"

Curator Hua: "Oh? Simply driving a car, can it have other meanings?" Then he asked Zhu Haowen beside him, "Haowen, you have to tell me about this, I have to learn more from you young people. people's words."

Zhu Haowen: "...how about we continue talking about New Year's customs?"

#fifth sketch

On an oval piece of cardboard, if you don't turn it over, it's hard to find that it's actually a uniquely designed wedding invitation.

The beautiful pen with the effect of a lower case calligraphy brush hastily outlined a lively wedding scene on the back of the invitation card. All the characters are dressed in costumes, especially the two men in suits and leather shoes standing in the middle stand out in the picture. One of them The especially tall man is smiling all over his eyes, which is in stark contrast to his aloof temperament; the man next to the aloof man has a big and bright smile, which infects everyone on the screen.

Everyone on the screen is smiling, some seem to be toasting and saying blessings, some seem to be talking about some interesting topics, among them two ladies in evening gowns are particularly eye-catching, they are surrounded by a The man with the flowers seemed to be complaining why he received the bouquet.And the man, staring at the flower in his hand, thoughtfully.

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