Trafford’s Trading Club

Professor Qin Fang drove out early and said he was going back to college to get something. Of this decades-old villa, there are only two left in Rocho and Zhang Rui.

Because they are all students, the professor doesn't seem to be worried about what the two students will do about the cocksucking dog thief, and it won't take more than a few hours to go back.

……

Looking at Zhang Furui's strange behavior at this time, Rochu looked thoughtfully at the bones that had been cleared out of the workbench.

After the first day of contact, when the next day came again, the anomaly had disappeared, and in the next few days, it was no longer possible to feel the words of words like poetry that had been released from the skeleton.

Zhang Yuanrui has opened the door and walked out. After a glance, Lochu remained silent and followed.

He tried to call Zhang Furui's name behind his back, but as if he didn't hear it, he just walked one step at a time and walked very carefully.

If you put on a Chinese suit, it would be like an ancient girlfriend show, right?

Zhang Tuanrui finally parked in front of a door under the stairs. She stood silently in front of the door, but did not go in and stood there so strangely.

After a while, Roquette frowned and walked over Zhang Rui's side, looking at her face.

She stared... at the door.

There's already some speculation in Rocchu's mind, and he looks at the location of this door —— below the stairs -- and here's the avatar of the storage room that was created by applying the space under the stairs.

But he walked up and put his hand on the handle lock of the door, pulling it slightly harder.

“Locked. ”

Rochu didn't let go... The club owner frowned and heard only a slight twist from the lock, which was unlocked when he pressed again.

Lochu then opened the door - and then stood still for a moment.

It's not the kind of thing that you can imagine using for each other's clutter —— in fact, he hasn't seen the space. Because there's actually another door behind this door.

Lochu knocked on the door subconsciously -- it was a steel door.

As for the locks, they are electronic locks.

Normal people don't leave doors and locks like this at home - they probably have something valuable hidden in them, or something they don't want to be seen.

If it's not necessary, Rochu doesn't like to explore the privacy of others - of course, if it's a guest at the club, it's another situation.

Knowing that behind this metal door might be something that the professor doesn't want to expose, Rochu feels he can stop here.

He re-closed the first door wood.

At this time, Zhang Rui still had that gaze on his face.

“I don't know what you're trying to say.” Lochu was silent for a moment and suddenly said: "But whatever you want to say... if you are an ancient man, why are you still in love with red dust? ”

Lochu remembers Lu Zigang - a soul that floats for centuries around the world.

At this time, Zhang Wanrui obviously had something similar.

Without saying anything, Zhang Yu Rui suddenly collapsed - like a weakness.

However, he just passed out.

Rather, he should be more accessible to the ‘things' in this skeleton, but this‘ thing 'chose Zhang Yuanrui as the dependent party - it seems that even if he were attached to the upper body, it would still be difficult to express something clear.

With regard to the ghost side, there were many things that Rochu didn't understand. After thinking about it, he reached out and let Zhang Rui's body float, followed in his footsteps and returned to the studio.

He placed her in her original position, swayed out the motion of sleeping on the table before proceeding to the work at hand.

About an hour later, Zhang Yuanrui slowly woke up. She looked at Lochu with confusion and stunned: “How long have I... been asleep? ”

“For a while. ”

“Professor…”

“Not yet.” Rochulton suddenly asked, “Are you sick? ”

Zhang Wanrui shook his head, "Looks a little tired. ”

“Hmm.” Lochu nodded, “Then pay attention to rest. ”

I've gotten used to Rochu being such a shallow guy to talk to, and Zhang Yuanrui didn't care. Next is just an occasional conversation, adorned with the boredom of the job at hand.

Professor Qin Fang later called back and said that he was going to have dinner with a friend at night, just let the two Lochu leave the door.

“Shall I give it to you?” When Zhang Yuanrui picked up the car, he looked politely at Rochu.

Just a little reluctant for Mr. Lo to have more convenience than any other means of transportation in the city.

At this time, traffic jams and highways will refuse to make friends...

“No need.”

At this point there is also a white car driving in front of the villa door. That was Qin Chuyu... She got out of the car and looked a little tranced, as if she didn't see the two Lo Qiu right next to her.

It's like thinking about something, it's like wandering about something, opening the door anyway, and there's no turning back.

“Strange people. ”

Zhang Wanrui frowned and muttered. Although I felt that Qin Chuyu was the kind of 'person with a story', I didn't want to proactively engage too deeply.

By the time Zhang Yuanrui returned to God, Lo Qiu had gone far... what a handsome man he was.

Zhang Yurui smiled subconsciously. She didn't hate the only classmate in the class. Instead, she felt more comfortable during the brief time she had spent in class.

Rationally, this is just a dull, silent piece of wood... but the time spent together always flies fast.

She doesn't think she understands this young man, nor does she think the other person understands herself, just like a gentleman, light and faint.

Perhaps… in one's mind, in one's subconscious mind, one is actually envisioning one another as free and free.

……

……

The villa has places for fathers to work, but also places to paint as their own free time.

Already back?

When Qin Chuyu suddenly came, he was already in the studio at home. She frowned and had been in a state of restlessness and trance for two days, and time passed unknowingly.

The root of all this… seems to be the painting that a Guest gave himself the other day to frame.

The gentleman has not arrived for many days, because there is no contact information, Qin Chuyu can only wait silently.

Later, I occasionally saw the news in the newspaper, and watched the news of the man's arrest for arson and killing his own girlfriend. Qin Chuyu understood that this painting was going to be in her hands for a long time.

She walked to the painting, which had already been framed, and reached out and lifted the cloth over it and fell into the painting again.

What the hell is this?

Leaping over the drawing paper, it is certainly a woman in a red evening dress… from any point of view, it is a very good composition.

Only the face of the woman in the painting.

No eyes, no nose, hardly speaking, probably a faceless person —— but the place on this face is not nothing and it's not painted.

There are all kinds of pigments, like deliberate, like random, irregular forms of this —— chaotic face.

Qin Chuyu has never seen such a strange way of painting.

She stared at the strange ‘face’ of the woman in the painting, and felt the contradictory, unconventional... not even traceable thinking of the painter.

How is that supposed to be confusion and the strong idea of self-contradiction?

In front of you, it's like a whirlpool was born.

Her heart suddenly beat fast, her body subconsciously retracted for a small step, and her forehead seeped with fine sweat beads, a strand of blood, spilling from her lips unconsciously.

When he stared at the painting again, Qin Chuyu's eyes looked unusually complicated.

At this moment, she remembers a lot of things, muttering to herself: “I... can't believe I broke my powers because of this painting... this can be a magical painting, what kind of lunatic can I be...”

She remembers what she used to call herself… Sanma Fish.

PS1: This is chapter two (22) of Reward Plus Yesterday.

PS2: Ten o'clock, eleven o'clock, and one more.

PS3: Keep asking for tickets.