Chapter 252: Schrödinger's cat 01┃Din winter is approaching.

"The cool breeze blows gently until it quietly enters my clothes. In summer, I can't hear the sound. The days have passed so quickly that I have a lot of feelings. I remember the colorful scene. The wind gently blows you into my heart. , Changed my life in one breath. No amount of enthusiasm can be calculated, but there is no need to be frightened anymore—wind and rain—"
Shao Ling watched silently as Ke Xun, Wei Dong and Luo Yu were singing and singing in the sun on the snowy ground far away, facing the cold wind.
"Winter is coming to the Art Museum", you can tell from the name of the museum, it is a new museum that has been newly built a few years ago, located in a very poetic place in C City-of course, if you come here in autumn, You will enjoy the superb view of ginkgo and red maple, but now it is midwinter. Except for the bare branches of the cold trees, there is a white snow.
The art gallery was built in the depths of white snow and black branches crisscrossing.
The snow on the ground is thick enough to cover the feet, although the sun is sunny today, there is no meaning to it.
It was still early, at 8 o'clock in the morning, this place hadn't been visited by passers-by for the time being. The messy footprints on the snow were all from the three second-hands in the distance.
The three people piled up three snowmen that look particularly porcelain, but they don't know what kind of weird psychology, these three people are now riding on the snowman, shouting and shouting Cantonese songs in Lao suburban accent.
This is... Doomsday Carnival? Unzip before death?
Shao Ling walked steadily over with a look of disagreement.
"Blow and blow, let the wind blow, dry the bright tears in the eyes—"
Shao Ling heard Ke Xun's tail sound diverging into the sky.
This person's voice quality may be the welfare of the voice controller, but there is a ray of clean juvenile voice in his natural babbling voice.
He heard the footsteps behind him, singing a song and turning his head to look over, his eyebrows raised, the corners of his lips raised, and his shaggy hair raised. The sun shone on the snow in front of him and reflected in his eyes. There was light in his eyes, as if those handsome youths on campus many years ago were carefree and arrogant.
At this moment, Shao Ling suddenly experienced the cruelty of "painting".
The sunlight, Qingxue, Boy and Song in front of us, under the palm of "Painting", are as fragile as a piece of glass that is as thin as a cicada's wing, which breaks with a single poke.
"...Blow and blow, let the wind blow, and take away all the sorrows. Who is in the wind—" The "young" sang, slowly raised the snowman's head with both hands, and smashed his face with a smirk. Come.
Shao Ling, who was buried in the snow by three huge snowman heads: "..." I took back all my ignorant imaginations just now.
"Come on, Brother Shao, have a good time together!" Luo Yu was pushed on the snow by Weidong, doing a breaststroke stroke on the spot.
Shao Ling: "..." Are these three people sure that they are those who are about to risk their lives? Why are all heartless...
"What are you thinking about again?" Ke Xun sat on the body of the headless snowman, put his hands in the pockets of the down jacket, half of his face retracted into the fluffy scarf and looked at him with a smile, "Is he really envious of Carrot's thoughts? Can you think about it?"
Shao Ling: "You are no worse than him."
Ke Xun laughed: "How many paintings have I experienced, how can I live without looking at the opening point? You see, you have to enter the painting if you have a frown, a nervous face, and a happy heart. The result is the same, of course you have to choose A better and more enjoyable process. This is what carrots think more than us—though this kid should be scared or scared, should he be scared."
Shao Ling looked at Luo Ling who was pushing snowballs into his crotch with Weidong: "..."...what am I trying to say..."What about the others?"
"Here, there is a cafe next to the art gallery, all nestled inside." Ke Xun pointed to him with his chin.
"The cafe opened so early?" Shao Ling looked over, and the art gallery was not open at this time.
"The boss will live upstairs, and he will come down as soon as he calls." Ke Xun jumped from the snowman's body, bent over and rubbed two big snowballs, frustrated, and went to the unconscious Wei Dong and Luo Ge.
"..." Shao Ling didn't want to pay attention to the trio, but was curious about how Ke Xun made such a sturdy snowman. Such a big man would not collapse when sitting on it. He kicked the snowman with his toes. Zi sank into the snowman's body and was blocked by the hard object inside.
"..." Okay, there is a large piece of landscape stone inside. Kowtowed. pain.
The opening time of the Art Museum in Winter is about 9:30 in the morning. At this moment, there is still nearly an hour. Shao Ling decided to hide in the cafe to warm up, and by the way, stay away from the Erhu crowd.
Mu Yiran and Qin Ci sat opposite each other, tilted their heads slightly, looking at the snow scene outside the window, and the three fools playing in the snow scene.
Zhu Haowen and Fang Fei each sat aside, fiddling with their mobile phones.
Shao Ling feels that everyone now is like the day before taking the college entrance examination. They put aside all the review materials, no longer think about any textbook content, and work hard to relax their whole body and mind, and prepare with the most relaxed and full emotions. Greet the moment when fate is finally decided.
Shao Ling is still a little uncomfortable with this state-even in the college entrance examination that year, he reviewed it to the last minute.
"Winter is coming to the Art Museum. It is said that the original intention was to build an indoor theme park. The team responsible for the project had a problem, and the project was stranded. Later, it was converted into an art museum, but the name was retained. Yes, it's a bit similar to the previous Old Station Art Museum, which seems to confirm the clue we have summed up." Shao Ling stood next to the four-seater card room, looking at Mu Yiran.
Mu Yiran nodded slightly: "The identity of the person in charge has a lot of background, because he was photographed and posted on the Internet in a car accident. Netizens have been deeply involved in his complicated interpersonal relationships and private life from the luxury car he drove. In a more sensitive event, this project was halted, and as a result it cooled for more than a year."
"Whether it is intentional or unintentional, it seems that there is always a force in the dark to eliminate all irrelevant factors and want to build the museum where it wants to be built." Qin Cidao.
"Didn't these questions have been mentioned in the group? Why do you repeat them here?" Fang Fei raised his eyes from the screen of the phone and looked at the men in front of him strangely.
"Tense emotions make people repeat what I have said." Zhu Haowen still didn't raise his head, and said lightly.
Shao Ling Qin Ci: "..."
Shao Ling shook his head slightly: "Always feel...I still have not done enough preparations for painting."
"In fact," Qin Ci comforted him. "The previous experience of entering the painting proved that no matter how much preparation we have made in advance, the painting that finally allows us to enter will never be the one we have delineated in advance. So it is better to Go with the flow and don't put too much pressure on yourself."
Shao Ling lowered his eyelids, walked to the empty seat to the side and sat down and ordered a cup of white coffee.
Halfway through the drink, the hall door was opened from the outside, accompanied by a cold wind, the three fools in the snow lined in.
"Boss, give me a latte," Wei Dong said while taking off his hat. "The handsomest man here pays the bill."
Speaking, circled the area where the eight members were.
The boss came over with the tray and asked Ke Xun: "So, this gentleman will pay the bill?"
"The boss has a good eye." Ke Xun smiled, "Let me ask, the art gallery next to him, how many people have been visiting these days?"
The boss shook his head: "It has been snowing these few days, no one came at all, and there is no art exhibition, but there may be people today. Yesterday, a crew came here to film the scene. When I was drinking coffee, I heard them say they are coming today. I took a few shots and said that this art gallery has few people and is convenient for shooting."
When the boss left, Shao Ling asked several old members: "Is there no way to stop others from entering the target exhibition hall?"
The few young people who lost their lives in "Adversity" made everyone's mood really low for a long time.
The only surviving Cao Youning did not appear here.
"There is no way," Qin Ci sighed slightly. "Those of us who have got the tickets, that is, those who have already entered the painting, the latest time to enter the painting is before 8 o'clock in the evening of the same day. After this time, you will no longer be able to enter the painting. Entered the painting, and died of unfaithfulness within a few days.
"But when the newcomers are in the real world, it seems that they are not subject to this restriction. That is to say, when we enter the painting, if the people have not gathered together, the time in the painting will stop until the newcomers are all in.
"And the newcomer may even come to the art museum three days later in the real world to enter the painting-of course, so far this has not happened, but before the "Pure Land" painting, there was a moment due to the number of people. The time in the painting stops due to incomplete collection, so we speculate that if there is always a shortage of people, the painting will continue to stop the time in the painting until the newcomers have gathered."
"So the ones that should come will still come," Wei Dong shrugged helplessly. "You are destined to enter the painting, and you will not be able to escape this disaster. Mr. Shao, don't worry about others, you can save this. No way, in the end it will only make myself full of frustration and powerlessness."
Shao Ling was silent again.
"If you don't see and don't worry, let's go, it's time to open," Ke Xun said, standing up, "Let's go in first, so as not to worry about other people, who should always be who."
With a sound of "pop", Luo Ming almost missed his hand and dropped the cup, holding his stomach and looking up at Ke Xun, "Well, let's go in? Don't wait anymore? I want to go to the bathroom..."
"Go." Ke Xun shook his shoulder. "Go in early. We can still have enough time to understand the environment in the painting. It is better to enter early than late. You can't avoid this."
Luo Ling's lips trembled, and he pulled Ke Xun's arm to barely stand up: "I'm not going, then let's... go in."
A group of people stepped on the snow and slowly headed towards the art gallery.
Luo Wei walked at the back. If it hadn't been for Ke Xun to drag him, he would have soft legs and wanted to sit on the ground several times, shamelessly not wanting to take a step.
Just like a child who is afraid of going to the hospital for an injection, the closer he gets to the clinic where the injection is given, the more afraid he wants to escape, the more nervous and fearful.
Ke Xun drew him to his side, stretched his arms around his shoulders, and led him to move forward. While walking, he hummed a song in a low voice in his mouth deliberately comforting him: "The cool breeze blows gently until quietly. Entering my clothes, I can't hear the sound in summer...You can't count the enthusiasm, but you don't need to be frightened anymore—wind and rain—"
"Blow and blow... let the wind blow... take away all the sorrow, who is in the wind..." Luo Gao hummed with a trembling voice, and a string of tears that were so cold that he fell on the muddy snow under his feet.