Paintings of Terror

The weather is cold, and after a few autumn rain, I turn to the season of sweating.

"The My Attached Art Museum" is located in a three-way old city. It is rare to have an academic breath street here. It is even more rare that the store here is private.

The Parental Art Museum is located between the heart library and the firm cinema, from the name, the operator should belong to the same boss.

The boss seems to be very good, the business hours of the Art Museum actually at 21:00 to 9:00 in the morning, and the ticket is 30 yuan.

This is the first toll art galleries experienced by several people.

Wei Dong glanced at the business hours on the door of the art: "Take the rise, and the head is a nightclub."

More people 's eyes are attracted by the eye-catching billboards - this weekend art exhibition theme: deep autumn, talk about a mature love.

Next to another small word is written: the art galleries are open at the same time.

Painting with the same set of sweaters, with Ke Xi standing, as if the petty sentiment, has passed nervous and trial, is preparing to "talk about a mature love", the color of the two people is also in line with the deep autumn - - The animal husbandry is a dark camel, and Ke is warm.

"Weekends are the days of our weapon," Zhu Haowen has no expression of the painting. "That is to say, we can't see the painting in advance."

"Unless we contact the owner of the Art Museum in advance." Talking is Qin Gash.

"It's actually contacted, the owner is a young girl named Su Zhongxin." The animal husbandry exposed the "research clue" in these days.

"How did the girl say?" Kessi is also a head listening to the animal husbandry.

The expression of the animal husbandry is a bit helpless: "She said, welcome to provide paintings, this art galler is based on free creation, as long as you feel suitable, no one can put your own artwork inside, it is marked on it. I think the right price. "

"So, the liquidity of the Art Exhibition is even greater, and maybe it is possible to hang a new work at any time on the show." Qin Gashing thought of eyebrow, but looked up to see the new moon in heaven, and There is no sunny night sky, but I can't help but bend your eyebrows, "Listen to the life, who."

Everyone was infected by Dr. Qin's rare open-minded optimism, Ke Xi even shouted the cinema next to it, and did not wait for a bird.

So, six men came to the small-style small cinema next to this simple style, Luo Wei walked in the end, this person didn't like to talk, experienced the parting of the previous painting, and more silent.

Movie tickets are very cheap, 15 yuan, hospitalline cuisine is not a common set of Coke popcorn, but hot coffee and date cake, as well as small bag of orange brown sugar.

A total of three movies, looped, the tablets are: "Tiandi Xuanhuang", "Guest Tube Autumn Hales", "Princess".

Wei Dong is inherited: "I have seen the last one, my mom loves to see this piece."

"I am also," Ke Xi saw the animal husbandry, "I watched the movie together for the first time, I didn't expect to catch such an alternative film."

"Very good." The animal husbandry smiled, as if the spring breeze in the late autumn.

Ke Xue is going to buy a ticket, and I still look back from time to time: "I still have homemade soybean popsicles. Who is eaten?"

No one is not eating, it is too cool.

So everyone walked into the cinema with their own hot coffee. According to the vision and preferences, the right seat was selected - the animal husbandry Koh is sitting in the second row, Luo Wei is sitting in the front of the nearest side. On, other three are sitting in the most comfortable middle row of viewing angles.

The entire theater has only these six members, and the Wei Dong can't help but leave the belly: "It feels like it is."

"The number is wrong." Zhu Hawen did not express his expression.

Qin Gao smiled and smiled, just solding orange brown sugar, with a licorice with licorice, the sugar softened in the mouth, as if the childhood taste.

The cinema light is dark, and the big screen appears in the film name: Baraka.

"Is this not putting a wrong film? The first film is not called" I am also "," Wei Dong is very dying.

Zhu Haowen has no expression: "It is" Tiandi Xuan Huang "."

"That's almost ~ Now this letter is too much, although I am not very good, this letter should have nothing to do with the heavens and earth." Wei Dong said that there was a sudden interest in the film. Long lens, insist on a while, didn't understand what happened, continue, "Yes, let go of the wrong film."

"This is not English, is ancient Islamic, Baraka means blessing."

Wei Dong is standing on a moving film scene, and strives to think about it for a while, or is it, "Ancient Islamic? Didn't see it, Hao Wenner, do you understand this? What is the relationship between blessing and heavenly ? "

"I don't understand Islamic, this is also seen from the film review, waiting for you to read the whole film, you will feel that the translation of the heavens and earth is very embarrassed."

Wei Dong said, I watched it for a while: "I can't stand this kind of film, I can't stand it with a documentary."

"This is a documentary."

"... Yes." Wei Dong still has a lot of questions, such as why the documentary has no explanation, but it is swallowed - there are too many things in this world, such as painting this matter, Does this more doubtful solution?

Such a movie is in the past, and the Wei Dong can't see it. This will not feel boring, the kind of unable thing expressed in the movie, perhaps only in the painting, can only experience more deeply.

Life and death, reincarnation.

The film was proceed to the second half, Zhu Hawen stood up and left, no sound, opened the side door and found that the wind was cold, with the windbreaker hat, inserted in the pocket, gently gently put the door.

The waiting hall is small and simple, Zhu Hawen has walked to the door of the theater. He looked at the cigarette in the night wind, and his eyes looked at the night sky, and he still had no expression.

After a while, there is a personal shadow from the theater, it is Luo Wei.

Two men stand in the night and have not speech for a long time.

"Do you think, what kind of bureau will play with 'painting'?" I didn't expect that Luo Wei was the first.

Zhu Hawen looked at the cold star on the night sky: "Who we don't think about him."

"I thought you were the most happy guess."

"In the face of this hull-like game, everyone else will hit the brain, because everyone is giving."

"You will live, but enjoy this game."

Zhu Hawen smiled: "Maybe."

"Because of this, maybe there is a different point of view of others." Luo Wei's death is super-inherential desire, this unfortunate ruling ', seems to be more willing to be embodied 'Active revenge'.

Zhu Hawen looked at Rovi's eyes a bit of seriousness, but the heart was clear, all the warnings at this time will not be listened to a star half sentence in front of him. At this time, it is born, and he took a few mouthfuls. It seems that there seems to be a topic: "Do you know that Mountain Burnisho?"

Luo Wei did not expect the opposite of the 'god turning', I thought about it: "Is a Japanese? Write reasoning?"

"A Japanese designer, its style is called the anti-family style." Zhu Hawen thinks that this' anti-famitive style 'feels some no-to-one - the negative style' is here for the "Fashion".

As a science and engineer, Luo Wei does not understand the designer, it is not interested, it is straightforward: "What do you want to say? Understand this Japanese help us?"

"Perhaps the help of a harmonious help, maybe it is very helpful." Zhu Hawen wanted to give the other party to settle himself, so he was not eager to reveal the answer.

Obviously, Luo Wei has not been in the mood. This uncomfortable since his girlfriend died in the painting, not thin anti-concentrated: "I don't think everyone should calm down to 'watching movies', the art galler is in front, The paintings we have to enter is in the art galler, as long as you want to go, we now have a hundred ways to go in! You don't have to wait until 21:00 on weekends! "

Zhu Hawen is not anxious, looking at Rowell: "I thought we were still in the topic of Yaoto Yaosi."

Luo Wei's fist: "What is this Japanese help us?"

"He may help us recognize yourself." Zhu Hawen's tone is still peaceful, but his eyes completely stared in Luowei. "I never think that we have been in painting for others, I refer to anyone."

Luo Wei's brow did not release, but the tone was slightly eased: "You, this range is too wide, sometimes this definition can be included in others, and even edience the world."

Zhu Hawen smiled slightly, and did not follow this topic, but the tone is lightly authentic: "We also said back to Mountain Ben Yao Di, this person has said a word - 'This thing is invisible, hit some powerful Things, rebound, I will understand 'myself'. So, I collided with a very strong thing, terrible things, high-level things, and then I know what 'is, this is self.' "

For a long time, Luo Wei did not work, Zhu Hawen no longer said.

Under the night, two men stand in the old theater door of the old town, as if a woman shelled for a long time, the ink is faded, and it is like a tea stain that I accidentally knocked down. Wipe, so that it is pressed under the glass plate, it is a year.

The night swallows everything, but Zhu Hawen still heard the other party: "Thank you."