Quickly wear redemption, I am a professional!

Chapter 2

But here comes the important point, is the protagonist's halo a toy?If you want to take it back, take it back?
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gallery.

This is a gallery opened by Master Shi Li, which only happens once in ten years, and there are countless viewers who come here admiringly. It is a pity that the number of places is limited, and only one hundred people can get tickets in the end, and the price is ridiculously high.

Master Shi Li's paintings are oppressive and dull, and at the same time have an ancient, profound, and secretive atmosphere, creating a strange sense of form and attracting people's attention.

Fu Ji walked to the picture frame on the wall of a watch.

The blood-red sky, the messy and twisted curves, the messy and dark streets, are a group of people walking silently with pale faces.

The name of the painting is "Paradise"

The thick and dark colors, the sky seems to be caught in strange waves, and the twisted and weird faces are not like the longing for happiness leading to heaven, but the panic and struggle going straight to hell.

His sight was occupied by this painting, if attracted by fate, it seemed that he had also become one of those grotesque faces, wandering around the edge of heaven, wandering like a lonely ghost.

Is that heaven?
Or a hell called heaven?
Fu Ji approached unconsciously, and smelled a strong smell of oil paint, which may be pungent to others, but he likes it very much.

He could see more clearly.

I can clearly see the indescribable fear and strangeness of the people in the painting.

until--

"Hey, get out of the way, I bought this painting!" The unreasonable words broke the quiet and peaceful surface of the gallery.

The sudden interruption of his thoughts made Fu Yi's pupils constrict twice, his slightly long hair swept over his eyebrows, and he turned his head slowly.

The young master, who was dressed in a famous brand from head to toe, put his arms around his shoulders, showing impatience and condescension all over his body.

He waved his hands with a carefree and frivolous expression, as if to drive away cats and dogs circling around his feet.

"Go away go away."

Yue Ling made a lot of noise. The most important thing in the gallery is to be quiet. Even in the discussion, you keep your voice down, try to keep your voice as low as possible, but this old man is not restrained here.

There are also security guards nearby, but they are all sharp-eyed, and you can't afford to be offended at first glance. Brother, I really dare not go up and say something, because I am afraid that if I say a few words, I will be annoyed and even more noisy.

Fu Jigao is similar to someone who likes art. His hair is over his shoulders, his chin is thin and sharp, but he is thin. Standing in front of that painting, he gives people the same feeling as that painting, oppressive and strange, dense and suffocating His imposing manner is very penetrating.

He just stood there, didn't move, didn't speak, and didn't even roll his eyes.

He successfully provoked Yue Ling.

Seeing that the matter was about to turn into a big mess, the security personnel couldn't pretend to be deaf and dumb, so they hurried over to dissuade them gently and gently, trying to turn the trivial matter into nothing.

But Yue Ling was persuaded more and more vigorously, and even pushed the angered security personnel with his hands, and he almost made a move, forcing the security personnel back again and again in arrogance.

"Sir, why don't you go and see something else first?"

"This painting was ordered by Mr. Yue, please be considerate."

Another staff member was persuading Fu Ji to leave, his tone was eager, and his eyes revealed a sense of blame, as if silently accusing the man of not knowing how to look.

"Get him out! You really dare to let anyone in!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The staff nodded and bowed to the young and unruly Yue Ling with a smiling face, and turned his head as if changing his face, expressionless, with a hint of contempt, "Sir, please leave. "

There was a lot of trouble here, but no one stood up, either pretending not to see it, or two or three got together and whispered.

This farce was broken by a voice.

"Yue Ling."

With a clear sound quality, like the warm wind in winter, the slow tone melted into Fu Ji's eardrums in this fairly quiet gallery.

The prince, who was still tossing around extremely arrogantly, rushed over in a few steps, looking very happy.

"Brother Yan."

The slender and tall figure brushed past Fu Ji's side.

It was so close that the two of them could touch their shoulders within half a fist's distance.

She is also thin, wearing a British-style coffee-colored mid-length coat, the back of her neck exposed, slender and pale as fragile porcelain.

In fact, her height is not considered tall among men, but her body proportions are very good and she is thin, which makes people ignore her height.

Compared to Yue Ling, Yan Ran didn't show much enthusiasm, and his words were merciless, "What's the trouble? This is a gallery, not a vegetable market. If you continue to make trouble, you will go out."

Yue Ling wasn't angry, and Yan Ran wasn't really scolding him, but just said a few symbolic words, facing Yan Ran with a smile on his face, he admitted his mistake, "Brother Yan, I know I was wrong, I just think this painting is very beautiful, and I want to buy it and give it to you."

Yan Ran turned around to look at the painting, as if inadvertently, met Fu Ji's eyes, and moved away as if fleetingly.

The system goes crazy disco in its mind.

〖It's him!It's him!it's him! 〗

[Our dear hero! 】

next second.

【warn!The hero's degree of blackness is 99%, if it reaches 100%, the task will be automatically judged as failed, please pay attention to the host! 】

Yan Ran was startled, but didn't show any panic, just looked at the painting pretendingly.

As Yan Ran, who has no artistic instincts, after reading it for a long time, he still couldn't understand this art. He only felt that this painting gave people a kind of inexplicable depression and dullness, as well as indescribable despair. There was really nothing to appreciate.

She asked the system: [Are you serious? 】

As soon as he appeared on the stage, the degree of blackening was going to explode?Is this what people do?
The system is also strange: [I'll scan it first, and the results will be refreshed later. 】

While Yan Ran was looking at the painting seriously, Fu Ji was watching her carefully.

Yan Ran raised his head slightly, his side face was white and pale, the tails of his eyes were raised, and the red mole on the tip of his nose was charming.

Fu Ji stuck to her body with those too dark and dense eyes, which were as dark as the mouth of a well with no sun.

Perhaps his gaze was too hot to be ignored.

Yan Ran finally looked over again.

The two men met their eyes.

At that moment, Fu Ji seemed to feel like an electrified wire, and the electricity entered his brain in an instant, his brain roared, his eyes were changing and complicated like a kaleidoscope, and his ears were noisy like a dance hall.

The world, which has long been as silent as a pool of stagnant water, is injected with color and illuminated by light, awakening the sleeping spell.

His pupils were dilated, and he couldn't express any emotion on his face. A rush of hot blood rushed from his feet into his head, and then rushed down again in an instant.

Almost unconsciously, he took a step closer.

Yan Ran didn't move, looking at the "protagonist" in front of him.

He is tall, with long hair, a simple black padded jacket, zippered below his Adam's apple, cold and abstinent.

(End of this chapter)