Chapter 245: madman

Chapter 245 Madman
Trechakov Museum of Fine Arts.
Not Monday, so it is open. For every building in the city, I feel that the fresh Luo Bo has not missed this famous art museum.
After taking a positive photo here and sending it to the mobile phone edited by Ren Da, the task today is complete. At least one report of the whereabouts is required every day. It proves that this is the tour that Luo boss said to leave. The minimum condition.
"When you come to Trechakov, you naturally have to look at the "Anonymous Girl"." You night said at the side of Luo Qiu.
Luo Qiu, who was looking at the brochure of the museum, nodded and said: "One of the world's top ten famous paintings is also curious."
In addition to the closed day, the Trechakov Art Museum welcomes many visitors every day. Among the crowds, the club’s owner and maidservant simply passed the security check and walked into the old museum of the Trechakov Museum of Fine Arts.
I have always been aiming directly to the goal after I have the purpose. I don’t care much about the scenery on the road, and Luo has not stopped in front of any famous screen.
Directly in the focus area of ​​the pavilion, looking at the woman depicted on the "Anonymous Girl", Luo Qiu has a different way of appreciation than ordinary people - can feel the mood of the painter.
"Many people think that the woman painted on the unnamed girl is the master of Tolstoy's work "Anna? Karenina", but after all, this is no way for ordinary people to do things well. So there are also people. I think this should be an unknown actor - it seems that only the author knows who she is."
Luo Qiu listened to the explanation of the night of the night - this is much better than the commentator of this exhibition area... Luo Qiu refers to the sound.
Of course, these can actually be heard from the mouth of the commentator - but the next words are not necessarily what the commentator can say.
"But actually, the woman on this portrait..."
"He loves this woman."
Suddenly, the words of the night were interrupted - it was a group of tourists, standing behind them.
With soft, wavy hair, narrow and high nose, thin lips, and a lush beard - look at it at first glance, like a middle-aged man.
But in Luo Qiu and You Ye, who are sensitive to vitality, this person is actually quite young, I am afraid that it is no more than 30 years old.
Suddenly suddenly being called, Luo Qiu did not have any unpleasant places. He just curiously looked at this typical Russian youth and asked interestingly: "How do you know that the person who paints, loves his model? It seems that there is such a speech, this girl is fantasizing."

This youthful and youthful gaze is not in this picture in this painting - the focal length of his line of sight, and even the thoughts of his whole person. Even if he can respond to the problems around him, even if he knows who is around him, he feels like he is - only he is standing in front of the picture.
This is a very rare focus.
He said: "I can feel it."
The young man suddenly closed his eyes. His left hand was spread out in front of him, his thumb was slightly buckled, his right hand was lifted at the same time, his fingers were like what he was holding—this is the gesture of painting.
He seems to be talking to himself, not to respond to his question. "I can feel it. Every pen, every painting. When I write, when I hesitate... It’s that strong, it’s so touching. ""
It seems that it is not just to make it more convincing, so it is such a move that his right hand is slowly moving in the air.
It is not like a gesture of painting... but he is simply painting and painting in his heart.
But he put the Buddha too focused, so that he has no feelings about the things outside his body - his body, this time is being framed by the two guards of the museum, and has been facing outwards. Dragged out.
The young man did not have any resistance, he still closed his eyes, and he still painted something with a palette and a brush that did not exist on his hands.
"Sorry, this gentleman, miss, just this guy, didn't bother you?"
A man who looked like a staff member at the museum came to Luoqiu and Yuyou and asked politely.
Luo Qiu whispered: "He should disturb others?"
A glimpse of the staff... Such answers are rarely met?
"No. This guy will generally not bother anyone, only to bother us." The staff shook his head, quite helpless.
Looking at the eyes of the oriental man in front of him, the staff simply said: "He was originally an employee of the museum, and was fired because he made some mistakes. But this guy can still mix in every time... ...oh, sir, you have to know that as long as the tickets are purchased in the normal way, we are all welcome. But he is secretly coming in, so... you should understand. It is like a madman. ""
"You are busy." Luo Qiu nodded and did not ask anything.
The staff smiled and said: "Sir, your Russian is very good..."
He wanted to praise, but the guest of the oriental face seems to be not listening at all, but turned directly to look at the famous paintings collected here.
Focusing... Just like the guy who was dragged out, the staff feels like there is nothing that can sway the guest’s concentration at this time.
Hell.
Suddenly he felt a strange coolness, and the whole body made an inexplicable chill, and he quickly walked away with his head down.
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The third day, right?
Oleg's home is able to smell a very strong alcoholic taste, which is even like the rancid smell of his soul.
Because he looks like a whole person, it really looks like a rancid one.
Just Nikita's most intuitive feeling.
Nikita, wearing a new dress, suddenly remembered that she had been taking care of her own big brother, Oleg. Today, I was planning to please the big brother to have a good meal, but...
"Oleg! What happened to you?" Nikita walked up to Oleg and frowned at the drunken opponent. "I went to the company. The boss said that you have not gone to work for three days. You are Are you drinking alcohol here?"
The drunken Oleg eyes opened a line and made a wine cellar. It seemed to recognize Nikita.
He forced his body out of the sofa with his hands - but he didn't hold it up and fell down again.
Nikita quickly bent down to lift Oleg, but Oleg’s hands were groping on the table, and the beer bottles were swept away by his hands.
Give me some vodka.

"Hell!" Nikita snorted. "You are not Oleg I know! You shouldn't be like this! What happened to you?"
Oleg suddenly stopped.
He slammed his forehead hard, and it seemed that only this would make him awake. Oleg's eyes were bigger, but they were full of bloodshot eyes.
"You are right, I shouldn't be like this... I am going to find Anton Lear." Oleje took Nikita's arm and took the opportunity to stand up and muttered: "I want to Go find him, find him, find him... my key? My car key? My key?!!!"
The voice is getting bigger and bigger, and it is getting more and more violent and getting angry. He is like a lion, "My key!!"
Nikita swears that if the one who brought him wealth is the strongest guy he has ever seen, then Oleg is the most horrible guy he has ever seen.
"Brother, please tell me what happened to Anton Lear?"
"He... he left, disappeared." Oleg slammed his forehead, alcohol made him a headache, but he couldn't compare with his inner pain. "Three days, three days... I am in the end What are you doing? I promised Kamala to take care of our children... What did I do?"
Nikita looked at Oleg's appearance at this time. For a time, it was very happy, and it seemed that it was not very pleasant.
Suddenly someone stumbled in.
Five tall men.
(End of this chapter)