Abyss of ignorance

Chapter 141 New Painting
In the Hualing Nursing Home, the Baizu Tumi on the window sill of Grandma Zhang has grown a new crop of buds.

"Boom, boom, boom" came the sound of the crutches, and Lao Yang appeared at the door of Grandma Zhang's room.

"Xiaodong, I haven't been here for a long time." He muttered.

"As soon as he comes, you just hide, why are you asking?" Grandma Zhang moved a chair for the stubborn old man, and said.

Lao Yang stubbornly sat on the opposite sofa, put his hands on the walking stick, looked at Baizu Tumi on the window sill: "This flower is pretty good."

"If you say it's good, it must be good." Grandma Zhang smiled, her eyes were kind and kind, and she always had a kind of reassuring power, "Speaking of this flower, Xiaoye is now a great person, and she is too busy to have time coming."

"Mimi, it's not bad." Lao Yang said.

"It's a pity. I originally thought Xiaoye would be my grandson's wife. Now it seems that we Dongdong are not good enough for her." Grandma Zhang looked at Baizu Tumi and said regretfully.

"Xiaodong and Mimi are inappropriate."

"But Dongdong is in his thirties, and we all pay attention to starting a family and starting a career. Now, the kid has quit his job and his wife hasn't been found yet. I'm really worried about my grandmother."

"Xiaodong, like me, can't settle down."

When Grandma Zhang heard this, she laughed: "What do you say, Xiaodong has anything to do with you?"

Lao Yang didn't speak any more. He looked past the buds of Baizu Tumi and looked at the garden outside the window. The weather is hot recently, and the garden is not as good as spring. There are old people walking in the garden. At this time, there is no one except for the noisy chirping of cicadas.

"I heard that two more have left in the past two days." Grandma Zhang also looked at the yard and said, "The weather is too hot, it happens every year, and summer can't keep people."

"People are going to die after all." Lao Yang's tone was calm, even cold.

"Lao Yang, what do you think people are living for? We have lived to this age, do you want to say that we understand? It doesn't seem to be the case. You see, I am hiding in this room alone, except for you. How do I chat with other people? I’m just afraid that when I just became friends, I suddenly left. When I’m old, I just can’t say anything well.” Grandma Zhang felt a little emotional.

"I, when I was young, couldn't live. Later, I figured it out. People are alive and have to do something. They can't be like bugs. They die after summer." Lao Yang said seriously.

……

Now, Lin Xiaodong has an inexplicable habit. When he returns home, he always goes to the empty gallery first.

Strange to say, those QR codes that he tore off were always reposted when he was away.

I found the tenant of the store, paid in cash for a year, but left a fake phone number, I only know that it is a girl, the description of appearance is the same as the person Lu Weidang saw, the iconic dimple, it is not so coincidental Every girl has it.

However, Lin Xiaodong was never seen near the gallery again.

Only this time, when he came to the gallery again, he felt something was wrong.

This place, as if it was specially waiting for him to come, opened the door, and even turned on the air conditioner thoughtfully in summer.

In conspicuous places, there are new paintings placed there.

However, this time, the content of the painting is no longer a swamp, but a room. The painting style is still realistic, and, according to Ye Mimi's words, the perspective is still the perspective of death.

It was as if he was lying on his back on the floor, looking at a corner of the room.

Although it is only a corner of the room, one can see the exquisite decoration, the walls are pink and white, and the ceiling outlines European patterns, which is a popular decoration style many years ago.

Lin Xiaodong looked at this newly-appeared painting very carefully. The folds of the curtains, the shadows on the wall, and only half of the glass wall cabinets reflected scenes outside the painting.

Lin Xiaodong doesn't understand painting, he doesn't know that the closer you get to an oil painting, the less clear you can see it.

When he got closer, all he could see was a pile of color blocks. He wanted to find the answer, but the more he looked, the more messy it was.

He needs someone who knows what to do.

He looked around and stared at the payment code that belonged to him for a while, then suddenly smiled to himself inexplicably, and then said to himself: "The money for selling paintings is mine, doesn't that mean that these paintings are Is it all mine?"

Thinking of this, without saying a word, he picked up the newly-appeared painting, fixed it on the back seat of the motorcycle, and rode the motorcycle towards Xingtiandi.

In Wan'an District, the door of room 404 was rarely knocked on.

Jiang Xu opened the door, and what he saw was a large painting under Lin Xiaodong's arm, appearing in front of him "with great interest".

"It's too troublesome to find Ye Mimi now, but it's really easy for you to find him," Lin Xiaodong said.

"Have you shaved your hair?" Jiang Xu looked at him with a strange focus.

"I shaved my body to change my mood." Lin Xiaodong said, looking into the room: "It's so hot, why don't you invite me in for a sit?"

Gentleman Jiang Xu stepped aside and said with a smile, "You are the first guest here."

Lin Xiaodong had something on his mind and didn't intend to visit this small apartment, but it was Jiang Xu who caught his attention.

I didn't notice when I opened the door just now, but now Jiang Xu walked to the sofa chair very slowly, and even needed to help the cabinet next to it with his hands from time to time.

"You haven't recovered yet?" Lin Xiaodong was somewhat surprised.

"You should say that you are not dead yet." After Jiang Xu finished speaking, a tired smile appeared on his face.

"What's the matter with you?" After going through so much, Lin Xiaodong still cared about Jiang Xu.

Are they friends?Is it an enemy?

Lin Xiaodong had no answer.

But at this moment, he felt that he and Jiang Xu had empathy.

The feeling of being tormented by a sense of guilt that doesn't belong to him, he is now beginning to experience it.

"There is water on the table, pour it yourself." Jiang Xu put the blanket on the sofa chair over his legs, as if he was more afraid of the cold than before.

Lin Xiaodong was also polite, put the painting on the table, took a cup and poured it out of the cold water jug, and asked Jiang Xu, "Pour a cup for you too?"

"It's true that I want a glass of whiskey." Jiang Xu had a playful smile on his pale face.

"Haha, if I do this, Ye Mimi will really kill me, right?" Of course Lin Xiaodong didn't take it seriously.

Jiang Xu glanced at the painting he put on the table: "Come to visit the patient and bring a painting, it's quite fresh."

"Um, I'm here mainly for this painting..." Lin Xiaodong won't lie, of course he knows that he doesn't need to lie in front of Jiang Xu, so he picked up the painting and showed it to Jiang Xu, " Come on, cultural person, help me to see, is there anything wrong with this painting?"

Jiang Xu looked at Lin Xiaodong's painting, grinned at the corner of his pale mouth, and said, "Interesting."

(End of this chapter)