Chapter 297: Anna

Chapter 297 "Anna"
Yuri felt a headache.
As for the cause of the headache, he thinks that it is probably because of drinking alcohol last night... It seems that recently, it has become more and more dependent on alcohol.
But he didn't open his eyes, just softly pressed his forehead with his hand, and then sniffed a dull, even stinking smell filled with him.
The art museum's salary is very low, and the monthly purchase of paints, brushes, and paper, etc. are not a small expense, he can only rent a boring, dim basement like this.
"Is this already?"
Looking up at the alarm clock placed in front of the bed, Yuri had to rush to get up and look for clothes to wear on the ground.
The clothes are thrown on the ground like garbage... The single man is probably like this, and the single and poor man should be more like this.
He finally found a piece of clothing that smelled no smell, and when he was free to put it on his body, he opened the door of the basement rented here.
"One newspaper, one coffee, one sandwich, a total of..."
"give."
Yuri took the breakfast as usual and sat on the bus to the art gallery. The bus at this point actually found a place to sit, so that he could not help but be a little lucky.
"...The stolen "Unknown Girl" was officially hanged today, and the museum is also open."
One night before the newspaper was opened, Yuri saw such a headline news with a strange look. However, for the content written in this news, he is completely in a sense of whether he has fallen asleep after he has fallen asleep.
The date of the newspaper is correct, it is indeed today.
Subconsciously biting his own lips... Well, there is pain, it should not be a dream.
but.
As a work in an art museum... Although it is only the staff responsible for the cleaning of the external walls, why didn't he know that the "Anonymous Girl" was stolen?
And... still happened many days ago?
"Hell!"
Yuri, according to his temper, looked at the contents of this newspaper all the way - "The Unknown Girl" was actually a very famous member of the city, trying to steal it.
The police got the clue and found the stolen painting directly in the home of the member. As for the method of theft, it has not been reported.
Later, the police arrested the member of the parliament, but during the process of transportation, the criminal member was armed and robbed. The fugitives and gangsters who had escaped broke into a manor in the suburbs and clashed with the owner of the estate.
The owner of the manor defended himself and killed three people together with the inmate, Mr. Yefim. The stolen paintings have also been returned to the museum, which is officially reopened today for visitors to watch...
"Hell..."
Yuri really thinks that the things written in this newspaper are nonsense... There have been so many things, and he has no impression at all.
The head was still a bit heavy, which made him think that he had been so badly drunk last night that the piece had forgotten so many things.
But not right, even if it is a fragment, there is no reason to forget that something has happened for a while.
He subconsciously continued to lick his forehead.
After the hangover woke up, the uncomfortableness continued until the bus arrived at the station. I didn’t see much, but after arriving at the station, Yuri was really in front of the museum and saw a lot more tourists than before. Is waiting for the museum to open.
"The newspapers... are all true??"
Yuri snorted and looked at the time. He found that he had completely passed the time to go to work... To do this, he had to do something that he would often do – that is, drill from a sewer outside the street of the museum. In.
It just happens to be in a place inside the gallery - of course, the exit there is actually blocked early. It’s only that he has been cleaning it for a while, and he accidentally discovered this passage, so...
Anyway, after that, even if he missed the time to go to work, he was never found late.
It seems that it is time to open the door.
Yuri had not had time to go to the office to change the clothes for the work, and the tourists who came in had forced them to temporarily hide.
"Yuri! You are here again!"
At this time, Yuri heard someone calling his name - it was a staff member in the museum, and the name seemed to be... forgotten, and there was no excessive attention in normal times.
"Ah... I am going to change clothes. But you see." Yuri pointed at the guests: "In this way, I have no way to go. But I did come on time. You see, I am already there. Here is it."
The employee said indifferently: "I don't care if you are late, in fact, if you are late, I will not care for you! You should not forget that you have been dismissed for some time?!"
"what?"
"I said! You have been dismissed! Yuri, I tell you, if you are just entering the field, we will not care about you! But if you want to continue to mix in like this, then next time, We have to deal with the alarm!
The employee said:
Now, leave now! Don’t take care of the only feelings you have ever worked with.

"You said clearly! What dismissed? Who dismissed? I obviously still go to work yesterday! Why did you dismiss?" Yuri could not help but rushed forward.
The employee took a step back and disgusted. "Smelly dead... How much wine did you drink? Please, please wake up before you walk on the street!"
"say clearly!"
The staff waved their hands at this moment, and the two security guards suddenly came up from the top, left and right, and pulled Yuri out and dragged them out of the museum.
"Let me go! Let me go!!"
In front of the museum, Yuri was pushed hard. One of the security guards said: "Let's go, don't let me see you again! You said, how many times this month? Every time you pretend Standing in front of those famous paintings, thinking that you are really an artist? Whoever will look at the garbage you usually draw!"
"what did you say?!"
"You can't go? We can do it!"
The two security guards also raised their chests. Yuri sighed and spit in apologetic: "You are illegal layoffs! I will definitely go to the Labor Department to tell you! Wait! Hey!"
Yuri took a deep breath and turned away and hated to leave. It was still in a sense of absurdity.
Before finally getting out of the museum, Yuri looked back subconsciously and looked at the newspaper she bought in the morning.
He suddenly smashed the newspaper into a ball and threw it at the door of the museum. He shouted loudly: "Listen! One day, I will hang my painting inside!!"
......
"Yes, oh... um, now the job is okay, rest assured, I am in good health. Girlfriend? I have no plans for the time. Well, I know, mother."
I haven’t communicated to my parents’ parents for a while?
Yuri stood alone under the old building and silently listened to the family's embarrassment. "...well, don't say it, I have to start working here. I love you, mother."
Yuri put the phone into the belt... It is said that he will go to the Labor Department to sue the art gallery, but in fact this kind of thing is just a waste of time.
If you have this kind of heart, it would be better to find a new job as soon as possible... This month's rent has not yet been handed over.
The sky above Moscow’s head is still so refreshing, just like when I first came here... Is there still a dream at that time?
Exhausted the money brought out from home, the works sold by the door are not appreciated at all. In the end, they can only help the passers-by to paint portraits on the street and earn some living expenses.
I remember that the day before yesterday, it was still cold. When it was snowing, I slept on the street and almost died.
He put his hands on his trouser pockets and walked aimlessly on the street. He didn't think about what was the reason for his dismissal... What you need to think about is how to continue your life in the future.
"Dreams can't be eaten."
Yuri can't remember who said this in the end... Maybe he really has no talent, just because an impulse is supporting the so-called dream.
Nowadays, three meals are not going on, and food and clothing are weak. It is time to think about it... Consider, it is time to give up your dreams.
"here is……"
I can't remember how I got to this place. Yuri stopped. Perhaps it was because he thought that the problem was too focused. He actually came to this place again.
On the side of the old building on the red wall brick, Yuri stood for a long time, silently watching the mottled wall, a distorted urban pattern.
I always feel a little ridiculous... At that time, how did I always insist on it, and in such a cold winter, I insist on painting here every day?
It’s just that he has a lot of impulsiveness, and he finally gave up the last lines, and the last lines are filled up... Anyway, today is also free, no work.
Yuri found a stone on the ground and walked under the wall and closed his eyes.
After a while, he began to work, using the stone's water chestnut, to draw a trace of light white on the wall.
When I gave up, it almost completed... and now it just adds some missing things, it doesn't seem to take much time... It seems like it took a long time.
"It seems... still almost anything."
Suddenly there was a slightly low voice behind him. Yuri turned around subconsciously and found that he didn't know when he had a man behind him.
A sportswear with a cap and a mask, probably a morning runner. But he always feels that this man is a bit like he doesn't know where he has seen: "Are you?"
The morning runner's mask had some jitter, and he seemed to smile: "You, do you have a dream?"
"Dream?" Yuri stunned.
The morning runner said: "Ah, you forgot. Last winter, I asked you, why are you not burning charcoal on your hands to get warm?"
When the memory was opened, Yuri smiled and smiled in a complicated way: "Now, I think I will burn the charcoal in my hand."
The morning runner seemed to have a glimpse, then nodded and whispered: "That would be a pity."
Yuri shrugged and looked up at the huge graffiti, saying indifferently: "Not necessarily. Anyway, no one will like it."
"I don't disturb you." The morning runner was polite.
Yuri nodded subconsciously, watching the morning runners turn around, subconsciously stopped the other party: "Wait, can you do me a favor?"
"This gentleman, is there anything?"
Do not know if it is illusory, Yuri always feels that the other party's voice has some coldness. But he didn't care too much. "Can you help me if you can?"
"help?"
......
"Right, go to the left, a little more, well, just here! Don't move! Just right!"
Under the old walls, the morning runners borrowed their shoulders, and Yuri rode on his shoulders, allowing him to reach a higher position on the wall.
He took out some paint tubes from his clothes. This is his habit, and he always carries some... And at this time, he squeezed out a tube of paint and applied it to the top left corner of the graffiti with his fingers.
Lemon yellow.
A circle...a sun.
On the twisted city, a bright yellow sun. Black and sunshine, it looks unusually weird... But after leaving Yuri, the morning runners stared for a long time.
He suddenly whispered: "Sir, I think you have a bit of a mistake. That is not what no one likes, at least I like it very much. I think I finally waited for it to be a perfect day."
Yuri smiled and said: "You are a weirdo."
He shook his head. "I don't talk to you. I will go to find a new job. Otherwise, I guess I won't even have charcoal next time... Goodbye, I am very happy to meet you again."
"Sir, can I know your name?"
"Yuri, my name is Yuri."
"Do you like to paint?"
Yuri was silent for a while and shook his head. "I don't know too well now."
The morning runner suddenly opened the placket and took out a pen. "Give me the handle."
He wrote a phone number on Yuri's palm and told him: "I have a friend and I like painting. You can talk. I am right, I suggest you can learn from him. Um... you said it was Vladimirovic, who was introduced by his old friend in the judo class."
"judo?"
"I hope to see your work in the future." The morning runner said indifferently: "Mr. Yuri."
......
"It turned out to be a rich man."
Yuri looked at the phone number on his palm and watched the morning runner finally get on a black car... Is the driver driving too strong?
Should be a bodyguard?
Yuri thought for a moment and felt that there was nothing to call this phone, so he dialed the phone number on the palm of his hand.
"Hello, here is the Repin Academy of Fine Arts. I am Professor Apreim. Can you help me?"
Yuri subconsciously reached out and patted his face... Repin Academy of Fine Arts... The original Royal Academy of Fine Arts... Aprem... This is the authority of the art world!
"Vladimirovic... Vladimirovic... Judo?" Yuri's heart suddenly violently jumped: "It won't be...he!! I actually, actually riding on the shoulder of...! !"
Yuri suddenly turned around and looked at the graffiti on the wall.
He suddenly felt that today may be taken care of by the of luck.
"Hey? How are you? Feeding? Anyone?"
"Ah... hello, I am! I am! I am here! I am called Yuri. Professor Apure, I am sorry to call you. This is the case, there is a..."
......
......
Luo Qiu is quietly reading the contents of the sheepskin roll on his hand.
"One, let Mr. Yuri forget everything about you and Yefim and return his memory to knowing you. Finish."
"Second, give him a chance to pursue his dreams... complete."
"The third, let Mr. Yuri enjoy the life of up to twenty-five years again... Well, I am sorry, Miss Anna, Mr. Yuri has already made a deal with us before, and your soul trading money is not enough. Buying his soul, even lifespan can only reach twenty-five years."
Gently rolled up the scroll of sheepskin on the hand, in this house that was originally Oleg and has been easily occupied and temporarily occupied, Luo Qiu smiled and looked at Anna in front of him, whispering : "Excuse me, is the above already met with Miss Anna?"
"Yes." Anna nodded lightly.
It seems very calm.
Calm her as if she opened her eyes or closed her eyes - and she slowly closed her eyes at this moment, she knew what to expect next.
Death... the soul belongs to the other party. She does not know how the soul looks like, but death knows.
But after waiting for a while, Anna didn't feel anything wrong with her body.
This made her open her eyes in confusion.
"Miss Anna, I have something very curious."
Luo Qiu whispered softly: "You said that when Ye Feimu and the curator of the museum colluded to steal the "nameless girl", it was actually a kind of pigment that would fade. Well... the owner is glaring at everyday When the painting is maintained, the special paint is quietly painted on the real painting, and then re-attached. This kind of pigment is special, it will undergo two changes, from appearance to extinction."

Well...
Luo Qiu smiled and said:
It’s normal when I hang it up, but after a special light, the color appears, and the good picture becomes the same color as the bottom frame. When you get up, the real painting seems to be disappearing. After that, just report the case, and then wait for the police to ask, and then take the picture that only has the 'frame" and you will not know it..."
Anna said indifferently: "What do you want to say?"
"Nothing." Luo boss walked a few steps and came to the living room.
There was an easel placed here, and he opened the canvas on the shelf, revealing it, and it was also a "nameless girl."
"This... have you got it out of the gallery?"
"No. This is not the one that is currently hanging in the art gallery. Mr. Yuri painted the second "Unknown Girl" in the manor... but the first, the first one that Miss Anna auctioned at the auction.

"Impossible, it has been ruined by Yuri!"
"Well, I came back later, and then fixed it a little." Luo Qiu reached out and slowly wiped the picture. He looked at Anna's eyes: "In the process of repairing, I found some interesting things. It’s a thing. I just said about pigments."
When the color of the painting slowly opened and became a smudge, it was like what was washed.
The nameless girl has disappeared.
There is only one other woman on it, with a smile... eyes are moving, smiles are flattering.
"Yuri..."
Anna's left hand was stacked with her right hand, and the trembling hands were gently stacked on her lips, obsessively looking at its original appearance.
When a tear slipped down, she only heard her whispering and said softly.
"Thank you... love me."
Among the black and white, a little bit of color slowly spreads out, not bright, the scope is not big, just, just a little bit.
But it is enough to make Luo boss fascinated and quietly admire.
......
The ball of light of the soul slowly floated from Anna's forehead, like a floating dandelion, and finally fell into Luo Qiu's palm.
Its brilliance converges a little bit.
"Higher than the standard."
The maidservant quietly waiting with a smile, whispered at the owner's side: "Congratulations to the master."
Luo Qiu’s mood seemed to be good. With a smile, the painting was picked up from the painter and carefully examined.
After going back, find a place to hang it up?

"Okay." Miss Maid whispered softly and said: "Unfortunately, Yuri has erased all the memories, and has not had time to name it."
"Name?" Luo Qiuyi, then chuckled: "Is it not already named? You see, who is it?"
So there is the name of the painting.
"Anna".
(End of this chapter)