Paintings of Terror

T Grand Art Museum is an art museum established by the Art College of T City University. Although it covers a small area, it has a long history of more than 100 years.

The art museum is open all year round, and almost half of the year's exhibitions are aimed at young authors. Especially in the graduation season, the art museum will successively exhibit the works of graduates from major art academies across the country.

The person in charge of the art museum is very good at management. These graduate works will be sold at a price when they are on display. Because they are not famous artists, the price is not high. Often people will buy them directly when they see the works they like—most of the proceeds It belongs to the author, and the museum will extract the corresponding fees.

As a result, college students and graduate students from many art colleges across the country are happy to send their works to the T Art Museum for exhibition. If they are lucky enough to sell them, they can also get a profit.

"In this way, the works of this art gallery will be even more unstable. Maybe the paintings that are still on display in the morning will be sold in the afternoon, and new works will be added soon." Qin Ci was standing in the art gallery at this time In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the various avant-garde exhibition racks and works in the hall.

Ke Xun and Wei Dong met Qin Ci by chance in front of the vending machines in the art museum. It was very hot today, and people couldn't help but want to drink water.

After experiencing the last painting, everyone refused to drink any processed beverages. At this time, each of the three had a bottle of mineral water.

"The fluidity of these works is so strong, we don't have to worry about it," Ke Xun took a few sips of slightly cool water, "Let's adapt to all changes with the same."

"Are you just entering the museum?" Qin Ci asked.

Weidong nodded: "We found students from T University to inquire about it. The location of this small art museum is quite hidden."

Qin Ci looked at several small exhibition halls: "I have searched around here, but I didn't find K exhibition hall."

Ke Xun Weidong felt strange. Normally, this art museum is not big, so where can an exhibition hall be hidden?

Qin Ci picked up the invitation letter in his hand and looked at it: "It's the k exhibition hall, but there are only ten exhibition halls in this art museum. They are arranged alphabetically. The k exhibition hall should belong to the 11th exhibition hall."

Most of the people coming and going in the exhibition hall are students of the Academy of Fine Arts, and some of them are wearing T-shirts with the logo of the museum, who should be volunteers helping here.

A few people were planning to ask someone for a question, when a volunteer girl with a ponytail came over and said with a warm smile: "Are you here to see the exhibition? Today's works are very rich, and there are four Excellent works of the university! If you want to know more about these works, I can give you a brief explanation."

"Thank you very much. We want to inquire whether there is a K exhibition hall here?" Qin Ci asked.

"It seems that you are very familiar with today's exhibition. Hall K is a temporary exhibition hall we have added, because there are too many exhibits in these two days~" The girl shrugged her shoulders and smiled cutely, "Everyone Come with me."

I didn't expect an exhibition hall to be set up so complicated, and I don't know how the behind-the-scenes of this game obtained the information of these exhibits in advance.

Everyone didn't have time to think about it, so they followed the girl to the backyard of the art museum, bypassed the stone tables and chairs for the guests to rest, and came to the door of an old-fashioned building.

The girl smiled and said, "It was originally for the guests to rest, but because there are too many works, it was temporarily changed into an exhibition hall yesterday."

The girl said that she was going to lead everyone in, and the three of them waved their hands at the same time: "That... don't lead us, let's go by ourselves."

The girls are still very enthusiastic: "The works in the K exhibition hall are very different. If divided by faction, the works in this exhibition hall pay tribute to Fauvism, and it can even be said to be the revival of Fauvism."

Fauvism - It is estimated that the next painting should be very powerful.

The three of them didn't want to drag this innocent girl into the painting, and Ke Xun showed an embarrassed smile: "Thank you very much for this girl who showed us the way, but we still want to go to the bathroom first."

The girl smiled understandingly: "Everyone, please go ahead, I sincerely hope that you will enjoy today's exhibition."

Wei Dong added: "I think the front hall may need you more, after all, there are many guests in the front."

"Okay, if you need anything, feel free to find me in the front hall. My name is Ye Ningchenyi." The girl pointed to the name tag on her T-shirt, then left with a smile.

Looking at the back of the girl going away, everyone breathed a sigh of relief - this can be regarded as saving an innocent life.

In front of this temporary K exhibition hall stands a display board——Revival of Fauvism: Painting is not an instruction book, but our emotion.

"This is indeed the subjective argument of Fauvism." Wei Dong said suddenly.

"Since when did you become a professional gamer as an artist." Ke Xun said.

Wei Dong spread his hands: "Long illness becomes a doctor."

As a doctor, Qin Ci smiled lightly and pushed open the door of the exhibition hall.

The light inside is suitable, and the lightness and darkness are very suitable for calming down and enjoying the painting.

There was no one in the exhibition hall, and I don't know if it was because the weather was too hot and people seldom passed the backyard, or because the last batch of guests had already been absorbed by a certain painting...

Before the room was dark, the three of them took the time to look at the paintings in the exhibition hall, wishing to memorize the content and labels of these paintings as quickly as possible, as well as the author's brief introduction that was somewhat helpful for understanding the paintings.

"Where can I turn on the water?" The door of the exhibition hall was suddenly opened, and a middle-aged woman walked in recklessly.

It was obviously the first time for the three of them to encounter such a situation, and they all stared blankly at the visitor.

The door of the exhibition hall behind the middle-aged woman was closed. She looked around the whole room, holding the half-empty water bottle in her hand: "This place is too unreal, why doesn't it even have boiling water? Don't there be free boiling water in museums and libraries? Really?! These people are really good at making money, and they have set up a lot of drink vending machines to scam people..."

Before the middle-aged woman could finish her sentence, the entire exhibition hall was suddenly pitch black, and the woman was furious: "Why is there a power outage?! Someone is in charge and no one is in charge! If you fall down, who are you going to talk to?"

When the familiar beam of white light came on, the middle-aged woman was still chattering: "What's going on? Is this an emergency light? Where is the door of the exhibition hall..."

Ke Xun clearly saw the label on the side of the painting - "Shadow", the author Rong Rang, born in 1993, and his ancestral home is Tongzhou, Hunan...

And the picture itself seems to have nothing worth studying. There are abstract lines scattered everywhere, mainly black, with blue, yellow, red, purple...these colors have the same concentration and depth. Advancing to include everyone in the...

The new world is bright and dazzling, and Ke Xun once again experienced the "two-dimensional discomfort" in the painting before - just like in a rapidly descending elevator, or on a plane that has just taken off, there is often a feeling of weightlessness in his heart Feeling—In the painting, this sense of weightlessness is not simply up or down, but extends infinitely in all directions.

The unique building in front of me seems to be composed of countless colored light spots. The thick and colorful fruit trees grow by the dazzling river, and the river surface is sparkling, stretching to the distance where there is no end in sight.

"Is our world three-dimensional?" Ke Xun rubbed his temples, taking deep breaths to adjust the discomfort.

Wei Dong looked at his still three-dimensional hand: "It is three-dimensional, but the color is too bright, which makes people feel a little unreal."

"The sunshine here is a bit like Nice," Qin Ci looked at Ke Xunweidong, who had a blank expression, and explained, "Nice is a city in southeastern France, where the former residence of Matisse, the representative of Fauvism, is still there. There is the famous Matisse Museum. ——I traveled there two years ago.”

"Maybe this painting is a tribute to Matisse." Ke Xun tried his best to adapt to the scene in front of him. Because the whole painting is full of artistic sense, outside this small world, there are several colorful figures in the snow-white void. The dots of light show people that there is no one there.

"Where are you going to turn on the water?" The middle-aged woman's voice sounded behind her.

Ke Xun and Wei Dong cast their hopeful eyes on Dr. Qin, and Dr. Qin turned to the middle-aged woman and said, "Let's go to the front first, and explain to everyone when everyone is together."

"No... I don't understand your modern performance art. You made the exhibition hall beautiful and surprising... But I want to turn on the water now! I entered your art gallery just to go Toilet! Turn on the water by the way!" The middle-aged woman stopped talking, and was surprised to find that the big water bottle in her hand had turned into a clear and bright European-style glass jug at some point, "What a thing ? Heavy!"

The three of Ke Xun stopped talking and walked directly to the beautiful building in front of them. The middle-aged woman was dumbfounded and could only follow everyone with a heavy classical water jug.

Everyone didn't care about the clothes they had changed—clothes that didn't belong to any nationality, with dazzling white as the background color, and bright patterns of various shapes distributed on them.

Under the fruit tree by the river, Mu Yiran and Zhu Haowen were already waiting there, beside a middle-aged man in his 40s and a girl who looked like a college student.

The girl sobbed softly, and was held in the arms of the middle-aged man, and would comfort him with kisses from time to time. ——This is actually a pair of year-end lovers.

Mu Yiran's clothes are mainly white, with very thin grape-purple patterns on them, giving him the air of an aristocratic prince.

For the first time, Ke Xun felt that appreciating a person can be like appreciating a painting, and was about to take a second look at this painting, when he suddenly heard a familiar name from a distance: "Ye Ningchenyi, hurry up! "

Ye Ningchenyi was the volunteer girl who led everyone to the k exhibition hall just now. Unexpectedly, she still failed to escape the arrangement of fate and stepped into this nightmare-like cruel world of endless reincarnation.

Qin Ci counted the number of people in front of him, and then looked at the few young people walking towards this side: "Everyone is here."

Walking in the distance were five people who looked like college students, three boys and two girls, and Ye Ningchenyi with a ponytail was walking at the end, but the warm signature smile from before was no longer on her face. , replaced by panic and ignorance.

Qin Ci has become a recognized narrator of the painting, and now he is very familiar with explaining the rules of the painting to everyone.

The first-timers naturally couldn't hide the panic in their hearts. Only the middle-aged man in his 40s was relatively calm, and the middle-aged woman was more irritable and complained: "This inch, this is bad luck!"

The middle-aged man embraced his crying girlfriend, looked at Mu Yiran and the other five people: "How many of you have experienced this kind of thing?"

Qin Ci nodded, expressing his acquiescence on behalf of his companions.

"Then I have to ask a few of you for the road ahead." The man wanted to take his business card out of his coat pocket quite accustomed to it, but found that the clothes had already become a retro style without pockets, and he couldn't help laughing. call."

A few people simply reported their names, and some only said their surnames, such as Mu Yiran: "My surname is Mu."

Several other college students looked at the girl in Shi Zhendong's arms, and someone even greeted her with a bit of a bad tone: "Xin Beibei, we all went to the k exhibition hall to find you, you went on a date without saying hello to everyone gone?"

Xin Beibei obviously couldn't listen to these words and just kept crying.