Naturally, the love talk should be said secretly at night, when there are only two of us, and nothing drastic happened that night. Since I spent the whole day visiting the exhibition hall, I fell asleep quickly at night.
What I'm more worried about is that after seeing those paintings during the day, I will have the same dream as Wang Hongrui at night, but who knows, I don't.
It's also possible... It's because the pervert is around.
He was unconscious all night, and in the morning, his pajamas were still on his body. Thinking of being in the woods with a pervert... his face felt hot.
I got up very early and went out. Mom was cooking breakfast in the kitchen, and Dad was also up. The two of them planned to eat well and go to work.
They were amazed that I got up so early, they were amazed, and they were even more surprised to learn that I was going out later.
"Where are you going so early?"
I smiled and said to them, "Go to An Ning."
They understood it immediately, so they didn't ask any more questions. I ate my breakfast by myself and didn't plan to talk too much, so as not to be found out. After eating, I picked up my bag and hurried out the door. .
The pervert followed me closely, and when we arrived at the shroud shop, I heard Grandpa An scolding An Ning furiously from a long distance before I reached the door of the shop.
"I told you! Let you come back! It's good for you, ah, have you seen those paintings!"
"grandfather… "
"I don't have a granddaughter like you! I told you everything, don't worry about it, you're just curious, curious! You almost lost your life! I don't have a disobedient granddaughter like you!"
I saw An Ning with teardrops in his eyes, looking like he was about to cry at any time. Grandpa An was still the same, wearing a white sweater and navy blue shorts underneath, holding a cattail fan in one hand, and kept patting An Ning Head, teaching.
I hurried into the store and dissuaded me: "Grandpa An, this matter is not to blame for An Ning."
"Xiao Hua!"
An Ning threw herself into my arms all of a sudden, and burst into tears, crying with snot and tears. I can imagine passersby passing by outside heard a shrill cry coming from a shroud shop. They will all shudder.
Even though the cry came from the boss's granddaughter, the reason for the cry was because of a few paintings...
I also know that An Ning wants to save face. Even in front of me, it hurts her self-esteem to be scolded by her grandfather like this, so I hurried to help her smooth things over.
"Grandpa An, blame me if you want to blame. An Ning didn't look at paintings. I wanted to help Wang Hongrui, so I asked to look at those six paintings. An Ning just..."
Grandpa An saluted the pervert, bowed, and then sighed: "Girl..."
"It's really my fault, don't blame An Ning."
He shook his head, as if giving up, and said in a heavy tone, "This stinky girl, if she hadn't come to my room crying in the middle of the night last night, I wouldn't have known she had seen those paintings!"
midnight? crying
I was suddenly worried, even a little scared.
"An Ning, did you have a nightmare last night?!"
Don't, don't, don't...
A trace of guilt rose in my heart. After seeing her nodding, I felt my heart collapse...
I felt dry in my throat: "What you dreamed is exactly the same as what Wang Hongrui described?"
Her face turned pale, she lowered her head and nodded.
I covered my face, I really didn't know how to express my thoughts to them, I felt so guilty, I was the one who asked to see the painting yesterday, An Ning followed, in the end I didn't have a dream, she was implicated.
"I've already trained her all the way. I didn't want to take care of this at first, but now I have to."
The pervert suddenly said: "This matter is very complicated. I have gone to see those paintings, and there are no evil spirits possessing them, but there are indeed dead spirits on the paintings. Moreover, if you really want to take care of them, you have to leave them to the people who belong to you. It is handled by the master of the underworld of its country, and this king has no right to deal with it."
I dragged An Ning, who was still crying, to sit on the small bench, and comforted her.
"Grandpa An, you must know what a metaphysical painter is, otherwise you wouldn't have said that kind of thing that day."
The old man shook his fan decadently, pulled over a chair with one leg missing, and sat down on it without falling down.
"Metaphysical painters, this is a kind of foreign painters, they are the most loyal followers of a certain religion."
He glanced at me, an unknown light flickering in his eyes.
"Girl, you know what kind of spiritual power people with faith possess in this world."
"They flatter one thing, no matter whether it exists in this world or not, they all firmly believe in its existence, and even dedicate their lives for it."
Grandpa An's narration was very gentle, without any emotional ups and downs, but I still felt a sense of tension from his words.
"In case there is a problem in their spiritual world, what they believe in will deviate, and what they are obsessed with may change in an evil and absurd direction."
Evil and ridiculous
I immediately thought of a word: "Reincarnation!"
"right!"
He nodded, and the expression on his face was even more sluggish. He cast a glance at the pervert: "Lord Yama, please tell me what the real reincarnation means."
The voice of the pervert came slowly: "After people die, their souls will go to the underworld. Generally, their status in the underworld is determined according to their actions in the underworld and their behavior in the world."
I opened my eyes slightly, I've never heard of a pervert talking about this matter.
The pervert looked at me: "It's not about reincarnation immediately after death, it still depends on performance, reincarnation is the same as what you think, entering a different way, whether you will be a human or a beast in the next life depends on fate. "
"The paintings you mentioned are said to have been drawn by a metaphysics painter named Roman Drizzt. He also suffers from mental illness. How can you make me not worry?" Grandpa An lamented, clutching his forehead.
I know what kind of profession a metaphysics painter is, but I am still puzzled: "Then what does his belief have to do with his paintings that are distorted?"
Grandpa An sighed: "The real reincarnation is what Lord Yama said. What is reincarnation in their eyes? Before birth, people are in the most primitive form, and they can return to this form after death. Rebirth, this is the reincarnation in their eyes."
"They will start to frantically pursue what people will look like after death. Will they still have limbs? Will they still have pain? Will they meet other guys who have fallen into reincarnation after death."
I froze, and began to sort out what Grandpa An told me.
The reincarnation in the eyes of metaphysical painters, they have strong spiritual power because of their beliefs, and they have mental illness...
Suddenly, I seemed to understand something, and shouted: "Then they will frantically draw those fantasies, the world and appearance of possible people after death, and then draw them down!"
What kind of positive energy world can a lunatic imagine? Plus his beliefs have changed...
"His fantasies, his understanding of reincarnation, are sealed in the painting, and at the same time, his spiritual power poured into it."
The pervert looked at me: "Hua'er, you said that the painter's paintings represent himself, his inner world, and his spiritual pursuit, so Roman must be the same."
Grandpa An nodded: "This is also the reason why Master Yan said that there are no evil spirits attached to the painting, but there is a dead spirit."
His two twisted white eyebrows were tightly clenched together: "Because what he is looking for is about death."
An Ning was already stunned by such a brain-burning explanation, and I understood the general idea thanks to the help of the pervert.
Suddenly, I made a bold guess!
"I don't know if I'm thinking right. I think it's not the evil spirit that affects Wang Hongrui's dream, but the spiritual power in that painting!"
I know that saying this kind of thing by myself is like a wild horse, and it is not realistic at all, but I still bravely said it.
Grandpa An wryly smiled and pulled the corners of his mouth: "That's why I asked you to come back quickly. I don't care, because if it's a ghost, it's easy to handle. Our family is designed to exorcise ghosts. people to help."
"However, this matter is beyond our capabilities."
I understood the whole process and the interpretation of the metaphysical painter.
Sometimes, people also have extremely powerful power, especially spiritually. After this incident, I have learned it.
"So, we can't help Wang Hongrui this time."
I sighed helplessly. Since there is no ghost in the painting, there is nothing we can do.
Grandpa An seemed to see my lonely, unwilling, and regretful expression, he smiled and said: "It's not impossible."
After I heard this sentence, my eyes lit up immediately.
"Send those paintings back. Wherever they came from, go back where they came from. Don't keep them by your side. No matter how powerful your mental strength is, it will still disappear after a long time."
I stood up from the chair excitedly, and my voice raised unconsciously: "Is it true that after a while, Wang Hongrui will no longer have nightmares?!"
Grandpa An nodded, but reminded: "Remember, you must return it. Even if the old site is gone, you must bury it there. Don't burn it or throw it away!"
I was suddenly dumbfounded. Yesterday Wang Hongrui said that those paintings would be burned when the exhibition was over!
It's been a day now!
"An Ning! Quickly call Wang Hongrui and tell him to return the painting! Don't burn it!"
An Ning seemed to have just come to his senses, nodded quickly, took out his mobile phone in a hurry, found the mobile phone number recorded in the booklet, and called.
"Hello? Wang Hongrui, don't burn the painting! We have a way to save you from the nightmare! Return the painting quickly and let your overseas friend take it away!"
An Ning spoke nervously and incoherently. Seeing this situation, I screamed in my heart that it was not good, so I prepared to step forward and explain myself.
Who knows, An Ning froze for a moment, and stared at me with wide eyes.
When I saw her expression, I subconsciously thought, it's terrible!
Wang Hongrui really burned the painting! This is how to do ah
However, An Ning said stupidly, and murmured, "He sent the painting back."