"Cāo, I don't know how it happened. It's been more than half a month since I came to the studio. It's been fine before, and nothing happened. That kind of weird thing happened only in the past three days."
His voice stopped and his face froze, "I said there was a ghost just now, what do you think?"
Zhou Jiaojiao looked at Lin Mao like an idiot, "What are you thinking, Lin Mao, I really can't see that you are so courageous."
"There are no ghosts in this world, only people with ghosts in their hearts. If you are really afraid, don't stay here."
Lin Mao rolled his eyes, "Don't be funny, the path to learning art is paved with money, okay, I don't know how much effort it took to get my family to agree to me to study art, now the tuition is all over, if I go back, my dad will Mom can't kill me yet."
Zhou Jiaojiao glanced over and said, "You should have already discovered that you are not the material to go this way, even if you don't go back, you won't learn anything if you stay here, at most you will lie to your parents, and then lie. Lie to yourself and seek psychological comfort."
As soon as she hit the nail on the head, Lin Mao jumped up, his face flushed, and he gritted his teeth word by word, "Zhou, Jiao, Jiao!"
Zhou Jiaojiao put away her joking thoughts, "Okay, okay, I'm talking about myself, okay? Actually, it's not a big deal. Next time I draw from life, I'll take the painting back home."
Lin Mao slapped his forehead, "Yeah, why didn't I think of it!"
Zhou Jiaojiao hurt him in time, "You are stupid."
Lin Mao kicked half of the broken pottery shards exposed outside the soil, "That's enough, Zhou Jiaojiao, no one wants you in this life."
Zhou Jiaojiao is old-fashioned, "Life is full of unknown variables. I haven't graduated from high school. I don't know if I can live to twenty years old in my life."
"No, it should be said that I don't know what will happen tomorrow, maybe I'm still talking to you now, and I fall down after a while, and my head just hits somewhere and my head opens, or maybe I fell asleep, I just can't sleep."
Her apple face showed indifference that did not match her age, as if she had been through life and death for a long time, strangely, "Young man, if you have today, you can live today, and tomorrow's affairs will be discussed when there is tomorrow."
Lin Mao was stunned, "Zhou Jiaojiao, are you crazy, even cursing yourself?"
Zhou Jiaojiao talked nonsense to him again lazily, "Hey, Shu Ran, Xia Wei, Shen Liang, what are your thoughts?"
The three people whose names were called still kept their postures of squatting against the wall, and they didn't make a sound. They didn't know what they were thinking.
Huang Dan is sorting out his thoughts. He pulls out all the information he currently has, throws away the useless, categorizes the useful ones, and puts the uncertain ones in a box alone.
There were three times in total, two for Xia Wei and one for Lin Mao, none of them in the painting had faces.
When this happened for the first time, Huang Dan didn't cross over. When he appeared, the original owner was already scared to death, but he didn't know what he saw. The next two times were related to him, and the painting was drawn by him.
Since the task this time is to find out who moved the picture and lost the face on it, then the parties Xia Wei and Lin Mao should be able to rule it out, right
Moreover, Lin Mao and Huang Dan lived in a small room and slept on the same bed. If he sneaked out at night and came back secretly, Huang Dan would not be unaware.
Huang Dan shouted in his heart, "Mr. Lu."
System, "Say."
Huang Dan, "Is there a ghost in this studio?"
The system, "Please remember, host Huang, this is the 120th area of spirituality."
Huang Dan asked again, "Am I a ghost?"
The system said, "Host Huang is a ghost, not a ghost."
Huang Dan feels that this system worker is very good at playing word games, and there is still a gap between interns and senior workers.
System, "Is there any problem?"
Huang Dan said, "Yes, but Mr. Lu won't tell me."
System, "That's no more."
Huang Dan, "… "
The brief end of jiāo flow begins with formulation and ends with formulation.
Huang Dan's arm was pulled, he looked at Xia Wei who was pulling him, and asked what was the matter.
Xia Wei frowned, "Shu Ran, I should have taken away the painting you drew for me last night, but unfortunately, except for Chen Shi, yours is the one that most resembles me. "
Huang Dan said, "I can paint for you next time."
Xia Wei retracted the hand that was holding his arm, turned her head and said, "I don't want to be a model anymore, I didn't feel good when I saw that I had no face at first, but the second time it happened again, I would be in a bad mood. ."
Huang Dan pursed his lips and said nothing.
Xia Wei suddenly lost her temper, she ripped off the mp3 headphones, and her face