Chapter 52: Spring of tranquility is here

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"You say, I think I guessed almost. Is there something dirty here?"
The demon still didn't speak. My eyes looked at him, and he sighed helplessly and nodded.
"Don't hide me, I can guess most of your thoughts, and I can make you react in this way, and this is the only answer."
I walked to the side, intending to admire the next painting, and did not continue to say, but the next words of the ghosts surprised me!
"At the next moment, I felt vaguely, it was not obvious, so I thought it was an illusion."
He paused: "This building is a bit big after all, but when I get closer, it feels obvious."
I turned my head and looked at him in astonishment. Is that evil spirit here? In this showroom?
Is there anything wrong, I just came out to see a painting exhibition of my favorite artist, I can encounter this kind of thing, the entire building is so multi-layered, there are activities on each floor, why is it in this exhibition hall?
Should I say that I am lucky or bad?
The words of the devil completely shattered my good mood. I can understand the reason why he kept silent just now.
It's normal to have evil spirits in the building. Most of the earth-bound spirits left in the world will not turn into evil spirits as long as they do not have the correct guidance of the yin and yang people or self-exclusion.
But it happens in this room, which is a bit too coincidental.
"That breath is very weird, that is, its breath reminds me of a few evil spirits who are locked in the bottom of the underworld, similar, but not as powerful as them."
He turned his head and looked around.
In the exhibition hall, there is a bright hall and bright lights. In order to allow the viewers to appreciate the paintings in more detail, there are lit lamps everywhere, and there is a small lamp on top of each painting, facing the painting.
Under such a bright and beautiful painting exhibition, it may be as the color ghost said.
There is a ghost.
But I looked around, except for people and paintings, where are the ghosts? I don't see ordinary ghosts, let alone evil spirits.
But the pervert's perception, I believe him 100%, since he said such a thing, there must be something dirty here.
I looked at the eyebrows and laughed, and An Ning, who was chatting with a chick, frowned, and made a decision in my heart.
For now ... don't bother her.
To know things, I have a hunch in my heart, which requires me to ask the guy.
A little chicken. He is the organizer of this exhibition. If he knows some information, he may help us find the source of the evil spirit.
"I don't want tranquility to know about this."
I quietly said to Seki, my eyes dropped: "Her home, everything she learns is related to ghosts. I don't want her to come out to play with me, and I have to encounter this situation."
The demon put his big hand on my head and rubbed: "I understand what you mean, Huaer."
"I'll ask about it later and enjoy the painting first. There are a few pictures I haven't seen on his personal Weibo, most of which are his latest works."
I cheered up and looked at the painting in excitement. I picked up my phone in my hand and took a picture.
A girl in a white dress stood on a field of rice in Jin Chancan. Her black hair was blown by the wind, and her thin arms pressed against the white sun hat above her head.
Layers of wheat waves set off in the rice fields, and the painting was so real.
There are two windmills in the distance, and the sky is blue like the sea.
The girl in the white skirt showed a smile on her face, with tears around her eyes and face, and her feet walked in the opposite direction of the windmill, as if to leave this desirable rural homeland.
There was nostalgia in that smile, and at the same time there was hope for a new life and good expectations.
Being able to feel so many emotions in a painting, which makes me a girl, is a bit unbelievable.
I couldn't help but look at a little chick with admiration. His name is somewhat playful and his appearance is very immature, but I can really admire his ability to draw such works.
It's worth my love.
The style of a little chicken is very simple, and his painting skills are certainly not as good as some big artists. One of the reasons for his famous paintings is that he can incorporate a touching emotion into the rigid paper.
Let viewers be brought into the painting.
None of the paintings had negative emotions. I quickly looked at the circle on the wall and went to see the easel.
There were more visitors, but they were not as crowded as in supermarkets, which was slightly more than when they came here.
Only the footsteps of people can be heard in the painting exhibition hall. Even if it is communication, the voice is suppressed.
Many fans who come here are also very good. When they are signing, they whisper softly, don't forget to say an apology, suppress the deep cheering in their hearts, and look at their favorite artists.
When I almost appreciated all the paintings, An Ning came back, holding a booklet in my hand, and a look of satisfaction.
"Ah, Xiaohua, let me tell you, the painter is so attractive! Does he look very young and immature? But I feel the matureness of adult men and many women in him. Some sensibility, emotion is really delicate! "
"He is definitely a man with a high IQ, and I am almost fascinated by him!"
She held her face in both hands, and turned the booklet with excitement, showed it to me, and said, "Look, he signed me! I wrapped him around and drew a sketch for me, he accepted!"
An Ning excitedly sprayed water, and I looked at the picture in the booklet with amusement.
"Tell you! Tell you! He only painted for me! Wow! I'm going to take this book home and frame it!"
"Look at you."
I laughed, and I was really happy for her.
"I didn't make a mistake today! Oh, look here!"
Her finger pointed to the series of numbers after the name of the painting's drop.
"Here is his phone number! Oh my god, I was really lucky today. I successfully persuaded him to paint a portrait of me. Then I tried to ask for a mobile phone number. It was a success! "
"Is my peach blossom here? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ..."
An Ninghua held his own face incoherently, incoherently speaking, and the preface was not uttered, apparently dazzled by joy. I shook my head with amusement, some incredible: "You also have a proactive approach."
"He's so attractive, it's rare for me to be cheeky."
Her spring-hearted look was a bit cute, and I glanced at her with a little blame. I said, "You will be very rude. People will hold art exhibitions. There must be many fans, so he will be disgusted."
After listening to this sentence, An Ning seemed to be aware of this. She looked at the portrait in the booklet and pulled her face down suddenly: "What should I do then, let me return this painting Is it? I don't! "
I shook my head helplessly, and ticked my mouth: "Okay, since everyone is like this, I gave you your mobile phone number, and there should be no problem. Go to the painting and see if you come and run Handsome guy, you have n’t even appreciated his paintings. "
I patted her on the shoulder: "I'll talk to him."
Anning nodded, rejoicing in her face: "Come on!"
Actually, I went to find a little chicken. The purpose was very clear to me.
...
The red table began to line up, and many fans wanted to communicate with their idols for a while, resulting in a longer and longer line.
The scum always stood by me, and it took a long time for a word to pop out of his mouth.
"Good drawing."
I looked at him in amazement and said, "Master Yama will praise people, too?"
He naturally replied: "The painter that Huaer admires, naturally for his husband, must also feel his excellence, after all, for her husband to believe in the vision of the woman."
My heart was sweet, and Ao Jiao murmured secretly.
This knew how to say these words, and he wasn't blushing or beating.
When it came to me, An Ning had finished reading the painting, shouted that he was hungry, greeted me, and went to the milk tea shop downstairs to buy milk tea.
"A chick, I'm your fan. I've been following your Weibo. I'm glad to see you today."
My words are very polite, and a few words can be used for various occasions and become the opening remarks.
A little chicken smiled softly at me and stretched out his hand.
"Welcome to my art exhibition, thank you for loving me." He wanted to shake hands with me.
I felt the sudden cold pressure rising around me. I thought I wouldn't hold him, but everyone was like this. It was too rude for me not to make some statements.
Thinking that he had brought a book, he gave it to him.
"Ask for a signature."
"No problem." He smiled like a spring breeze. His fair face had skin that was not unique to boys, with two dimples at the corners of his mouth, two dark circles under his bright eyes.
But this does not destroy the overall style of his face. I took over the book he handed back, and I stopped talking, knowing that there were still some fans in line behind me.
However, I can't take him away. He won't promise not to say it, and it will definitely make the followers angry.
He noticed that I was still standing there and didn't leave, and asked with some doubt: "Do you have something to tell me?"
I suddenly felt that a step appeared at my feet, and I was worried that I didn't know how to speak, and people guided me.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, I nodded quickly.
"Say it." He said gently, after receiving so many fans, he is still so patient, friendly, without the slightest irritability, and very worried about his feelings.
He really is a great boy.
"Chicks, have you run into some of them recently, that ..." I gestured with my hand, trying to find a word that was not too abrupt, but found myself poor.
However, what I didn't expect was that a weird expression suddenly appeared on his face, as if he was being said.