Paintings of Terror

"The cool breeze is gently blowing quietly into my clothes, I can't hear the voice in the summer. The days have hurriedly over, I have a good life, remember the scenery. Pick your heart gently to you. I changed my life in a word. How much enthusiasm can't be worried, but you don't need to be afraid - wind invasion - "

Shao Ling looked at Ke Lun, Wei Dong and Luo Wei three guys on far away, sunny songs, catering cold winds.

"The Winter will go to the art galler", you can learn from the name of the museum, it is a new building in the new building, located in a poetic painted place in C city - of course, if it is autumn, You will appreciate the great scenery of the Ginkgo Red Maple, but the moment is the winter, and the place is the bare trendy, which is a snow.

The art galler is built in the depths of white snow black branches.

The snow on the ground is thick enough to have no foot, although today's sun is sunny, there is no meaning of whiskers.

Time is also early, just eight o'clock in the morning, this place has not passed the passerby patron, and there is a chaotic footprint in the snow, all from the three two goods in the distance.

Three people piled up three special chinated snowmen, but I didn't know what kind of cozy psychology. These three people are now riding on the snowman, pulling the scorpion, squatting the Cantonese songs in the suburbs of Laos.

This is ... do the end of the carnival? Decompression before death?

Shao Ming did not dare to steadily walk through his face.

"Blow, let this wind blow, dry eyes, crystal tears -"

Shao Ling heard the Tail of the Koho with a bifurcated child.

The sound quality of this person may be the welfare of the sound controller, and the natural sister cavity has a clean teenager.

He heard the footsteps behind him, sang a song and turned his head, eyebrows, lips, furry chaos, the sun sprinkled in the snow in front of him, folded into his eyes, I took light in my eyes, as if many of the handsome youthful teenagers in the campus have worry-free, they are worried.

In this moment, Shaoling suddenly smell the extreme cruel.

In front of the sun, sunny snow, teenager and songs, in the palm of "painting", fragile, like a glass, a pointer is broken.

"... blow, let this wind blow, sadness is taken away, the wind is in the wind -" "Youth" singing songs, hands slowly raise the head of the snow, a bad smile Come.

Shamp in the snow in the snow: "..." I recruited all my ignorance.

"Come, Shao Ge, happy together!" Luo Wei was swayed in the snow by Wei Dong, making a breaststroke origin.

Shaoling: "..." These three people determined that the introducer of the life insurance? How can I have a heart ...

"What is it?" Ke Xi sat on the body of the snowman who didn't have a head, two hands inserted into the down jacket, half-faced pushback scarf looked at him, "Is it an exclamation of radiscies Want to open? "

Shao Ling: "You are not bad more than him."

Ke Xi: "How many paintings I have experienced, I don't want to see how I stayed again? You look, I have to come into painting, I have to come into painting, eat and drink, I have to come into painting, the result is the same, of course, to choose A more enjoyable process. This radish is more than our people. Although this kid is afraid, it is still. "

Shaoling will look at Rongqi, who is in the positive and Wei Dong to the snowball in the crotch: "..." ... I want to say anything ... "What about other people?"

"Hey, there is a cafe next to the Art Museum, all in front of it." Ke is to give him a chin.

"The cafe opens this morning?" Shaoling looked over there, this time the art gallery did not open the door.

"The boss will live upstairs, and it is called." Ke Xi jumped from the snowman, bent over the two big snowballs, fell frustrated with no spotless Wei Dong and Luo Wei.

"..." Shaoling didn't want to pay attention to these three-person chicken flying dog jumping, it is a beautiful snowman who is curious to do, so many men are sitting above, they will not collapse, and they play the snowman, and the feet The child is trapped in the body of the snow, and then the hard object inside.

".........." Ok, it is a large landscape stone. Hub. pain.

Winter will go to the art gallery. It is 9:30 in the morning. At the moment, there is still an hour of time. The Shaoling decided to hide in the cafe to warm, and by the way, the bideware is far away.

The animal husbandry and Qin gives relative to Qin, slightly, looking at snow scene outside the window, and the snow three stupid in the snow scene.

Zhu Hawen and Fang Fei sat on the side and took the phone.

Shaoling feels that now, everyone is like participating in the top day of the college entrance examination, putting all review materials, no longer thinking about any content about textbooks, and strive to make the whole body relax, prepare for the most relaxed and full emotions, ready Meet the moment that eventually decides fate.

Shao Ling is still a bit less accustomed to this state - even if it is the college entrance examination, he also reviewed the last moment.

"The winter will go to the art galler, it is said that it is to build an indoor theme park. The internal personnel of the project are responsible for the project. This project is stranded. Later, it has been changed into an art gallery. The name is preserved before the theme park. , With the previous Old Station Art Museum is a bit similar, this seems to have more confirmed the clue we summed up. "Shaoyling station next to this four-seat card, looking at the animal husbandry.

Shepherd suddenly nodded: "The person in charge is very small, because the car accident is taken from the photo, and the netizen has been deeply covered by his complicated interpersonal relationships and private life from his luxury car, which involves some More sensitive events, this project is called and therefore cools for more than a year. "

"Whether it is interested or unintentional, there seems to be in the event that the force is excluding everything that is not coherent, I want to build the art galleries in the place it wants to build." Qin Guide.

"These problems have not been said in the group, why did you repeat it here again." Fang Fei lifted his eyes from the phone screen, and looked at the men in front of you.

"The tension is easy to keep repeating yourself." Zhu Hawen still did not raise his head and faintly throwing a sentence.

Shaoling Qin Give: "..."

Shao Ling shook his head: "Always think ... your own income is still not enough."

"In fact," Qin Gong comforted him, "the previous introduction experience proves, no matter how much prepared in advance, let us enter the picture, never we will set it in advance. So it is better Let it be natural, don't give yourself too much pressure. "

Shao Ling has a shammed skin, walking into the space, sitting down, has a cup of white coffee.

When drinking half, the hall was opened from the outside, accompanied by a cold wind, the snow three stupid rowned teams came in.

"The boss, give me a cup of latte," Wei Dong took the hatch, "the person who has been the most handsome in this is paying the account."

Said that the scope of eight members in hand was used.

The boss came over with the tray, asked the Ku: "So, this gentleman pays?"

"The boss is good." Ke is laughing, "I asked, there are many people who come to visit, how many people visit these days?"

The boss shook his head: "These days have been snowing, no one is coming, but there is no painting exhibition, but there may be today, there is a creed group to come here. When I drink coffee here, I heard that they have to come. Take a few shots, but also said that this articon is less, it is convenient to shoot. "

When the boss left, Shaoling asked several old members: "There is no way to prevent others from going to the target showroom?"

Several young people who lost their lives in "Reverse Travel" have long been sinking for everyone.

The only survived Cao Youning, and it really didn't appear here.

"There is no way," Qin Gao sighed, "People who get tickets are those who have already passed through painting, each time the latest time is eight o'clock in the evening, more than this time, you will not be able to Intoctive and died within a few days.

"But new people don't seem to be limited in the real world, that is, when we enter the painting, if people have not yet gone, the time will stop until the newcomer will take us.

"And new people can even come to the art gallery after three days of three days - of course, there is no such situation, but before the painting of" Pure Land ", there have been a moment of time. If you don't have a situation where it is stopped, we speculate that if you have been unity, the painting will still stop the time in the painting until the newcomer makes it. "

"So it will continue," Wei Dong is a bit helplessly shrugged, "You are destined to you in painting. You can't hide this robbery. Shao is always, don't worry about others, you bare this insurance Can't let that, you will only make yourself full of frustration and feelings. "

Shao Ling was again silent.

"The eyes are not annoying, let's go," Kohun said to stand up, "Let's go in, so you will be anxious for others. Who will always be anyone."

"", Luo Yu is lost to the cup, looked at Ke Xi, "This, this is going in? No longer wait? I want to go to the toilet ..."

"Go." Ke Xi took a moment on his shoulder. "I will go in, we can still have enough time to understand the environment in the painting. It is better to be good than the late."

Luo Yu lip shook and squatted with the arm of Koho. "I won't go, let's ... enter."

A group of people stepped on snow and slowly went to the direction of the art gallery.

Luo Wei is in the end, if it is not Ke Xue, a few times, he is sitting on the ground, and you don't want to step.

Just like a child who is afraid to go to the hospital, the closer to the injection of the needle, the more fear, the more nervous fear.

Ke Xi took him to the side, and the arm took his shoulder. He continued to go forward. Into my clothes, I can't hear the sound in summer ... how much enthusiasm is to be able to think about it, but I don't need to be afraid - wind invasion - "

"Blow, blow ... Let this wind blow ... sadness is taken away, the wind is in the wind ..." Luo Wei felt, a burst of cold tears fell on the foot of the muddy snow.