Fang Fei's hand was fine, and Shao Ling's situation was also optimistic.
Cao Youning needed to be observed in the hospital for a day, Qin Ci took the initiative to stay with him, and the others went back to their homes.
Everyone still left by train, but the mood was completely different from when they came.
Luo Meng was also with everyone this time, but his words were much less. At this time, he was holding his somatosensory car and looking at the upstream scenery outside the window. The fate of others is in the hands of another group of people, which is too passive."
Fang Fei moved her left wrist, the purple color has gradually become lighter, and the pain is also reduced: "And also forced to role-play, which is also very passive."
At this time, there were very few people in the carriage, and several people were sitting together, and what they said would not be heard by outsiders.
Shao Ling has been closing his eyes and resting, and now he opened his eyes: "I was thinking, whether the things we have experienced in each painting can filter out useful information, and whether the combination of these information will not be the same as 'in the painting' ' There are important clues in this matter."
"However, what kind of information can be considered useful information?" Wei Dong said. "Do you filter out a main line for each painting? Like "Reverse Journey", time is the main line?"
"What about "The Burning Rhinoceros at Sea"? Is the main line an illusion? Or is it our joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys?" Luo Yu also felt that it was difficult to figure out this main line.
At this time, Mu Yiran was using a laptop to check information: "As a photographer, Bi Di has been devoted to photographic records of historical scenery, and is especially interested in some historical relics."
"No wonder, the lamp brigade has made the ancient and the modern..." Luo Yu said.
"Bidi won a city-level photography award when he was 13 years old. At that time, he went to visit his uncle who was engaged in archaeology during the summer vacation and photographed some precious fish fossils in the local area. It was these pictures of fish fossils that won the award. "Mu Yiran's eyes were fixed on the computer screen, "It is precisely because of that award-winning experience that Bi Di is determined to become a photographer."
"So his signature is on those white fish stones?" Luo Meng suddenly felt a little helpless and even ridiculous after listening to the current information, combined with the various ordeals in the painting.
It's just some bizarre thoughts of a photographer, thus forming an indestructible world, any distorted and unrealistic existence can exist grandly, and all the people who enter the painting are imprisoned, and everyone can only move forward at his pace.
"After Bi Di was terminally ill, he was very unwilling, because a very important photography exhibition was being prepared." Mu Yiran said, "Some of his works before his death are related to time, and he seems to be eager to let time stay longer. a while."
This coincides with some of the previous statements made by Mai Peng. Bi Di has great ambitions for photography, so the collapse of his body made him extremely desperate, which is why this "absolutely fair concept" of time reincarnation was born.
"Is this a coordinate map?" Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran's computer screen, "With this painting, it's two complete letters, TN, is this really an abbreviation of a name?"
"It's probably the abbreviation of TNND." Wei Dong said seriously.
Everyone smiled, but there was lingering sadness in that smile.
"Hurry up, we must find a way to figure out the paintings in the next art museum. Although the painters tried their best to keep us from knowing, there seems to be another force fighting against it," Shao Ling seems to be in this painting. I learned a lot from here, such as "take the time" - "Anyway, we have to find a way to give it a try, even if we can understand the theme of the exhibition hall activities."
Everyone nodded in agreement, and the next step was to prepare to divide the labor to find out the situation of the next art museum and learn as much as possible about those damn paintings.
Qin Ci's call entered Ke Xun's cell phone, and Ke Xun's expression was a little strange when he took the call: "You mean, he left the hospital early? He didn't say hello to you? Oh, I left a V letter."
At this time, everyone's mobile phones rang at the same time, and everyone opened the "Entering Painting Theory" group, and saw a new member - Ning Shi World.
Ning Shijie left a long message in the group—
Thank you all for your perseverance, especially thanks to Ke Xun and Brother Mu, who did not leave me behind when life and death were at stake.
But I'm sorry, I may have to disappoint you all.
In the hospital just now, I tried to contact Mai Shen and the others, but they were all still there. They said that they had separated from me at the art museum and could not be reached by phone.
You may not have imagined that when I received their call, I heard Maishen, Sister Xi, Lu Heng, and Xiaoyu, and I heard their voices, how fortunate and desperate I was.
They are still worrying about me, asking where am I now
But who knows, only I am the only survivor among the five of us! I really can't believe that the four of them will leave me and leave this wonderful world within a few days!
I've made a decision so that they won't have any regrets before they die! I'm going with them to a place that the 5 of us have always wanted to go, bring our cameras and take pictures of the landscapes we all yearn for! No regrets in this life!
I'm sorry, I can't walk with you, because there are more important people who need my company.
Please forgive my willfulness and timidity.
Wish you guys good luck!
…
Wei Dong was about to leave a message to say something, but found that the other party had withdrawn from the group.
Everyone's only contact with these people, that is, Cao Youning's V letter, was completely cut off.
Cao Youning's departure made everyone's heart feel even heavier.
"Everyone has the right to choose their own way of leaving, maybe it's the best for him," Shao Ling said.
"That is to say, we are still 8 people, and we will welcome another 5 newcomers in the next painting," Wei Dong scratched his head, "I thought this time the combination was the best, and the performance of the few of them was great. Now, I'm a hundred times stronger than the original me, alas... This damn painting."
The atmosphere on the bus was a bit sluggish. Everyone divided the work of checking materials, and booked a ticket to C City in advance. The next art museum is in this city.
When we arrived at the destination city B, the weather seemed to be a lot colder all of a sudden, and we only felt a chill on the face, and then everyone realized that there were snowflakes in the sky.
This weather once again coincides with the world in the painting.
Fang Fei stomped her cold feet: "As soon as it snows, I want to eat dumplings." As if she was trying to liven up the atmosphere, it was really hard for Fang Fei, who usually doesn't like to talk and laugh.
"It's not easy, go to my place, let's make dumplings!" Ke Xun sent a generous invitation.
Everyone looked at each other to make sure they had time for each other.
Only Luo Yu hesitated: "That... brother, you and my brother-in-law are only two people in the world?"
"No matter how many circles we draw in this world, we will always be in the two-person world." Ke Xun smiled slightly.
"Okay, then let's eat dumplings! I love radish and mutton! Eating it in winter also wards off the cold, how about you?" Luo Meng hugged his heart-feeling car and sneezed.
"Your name is radish, do you still eat radish stuffing?" Wei Dong joked, "There used to be a girl named Yu Lan in our class who never eats magnolia chips! There is also a boy whose surname is both a cow and a cow, and he never eats magnolia chips. Eat beef!"
"Then let me ask you, Brother Dong, do you eat winter melon?" Luo Meng also replied.
"This winter is not Peter Dong~" Wei Dong looked at Fang Fei, "What kind of stuffing are you eating, I'll go buy it when I get there!"
Fang Fei: "It's San Xian stuffing, leek, shrimp and fungus."
"Hey? I love this stuffing too~" Wei Dong laughed, "How about you? Do you two eat dumplings?"
Zhu Haowen and Shao Ling: …
Shao Ling: "I like vegetarian, zucchini eggs or carrot eggs are fine."
Zhu Haowen: "I like meat, mutton, scallions, pork, scallions, beef and scallions."
"There are not many people, and the mouth is quite mixed." Wei Dong looked at Mu Yiran and Ke Xun who were standing next to each other, "Ke'er is the old-fashioned pork and cabbage, what about Mu Boss?"
Mu Yiran: "The same."
Ke Xun smiled: "It's really fate, even the taste is the same."
"Add more ginger?" Wei Dong asked reluctantly.
Mu Yiran: "Well."
"Two drops of mustard oil in vinegar?" Wei Dong also asked, "I still don't believe it, such a weird way to eat..."
Mu Yiran: "It's a coincidence."
"Oh my god, it's made in heaven."
…
So, a few people came to Ke Xun's house in Z city together, and after buying all kinds of ingredients, they went back to make dumplings.
"Let's keep it simple. There are too many styles, so I can divide them into meaty and vegetarian ones." Fang Fei stood by and watched Ke Xun cut leeks.
"No, no, everyone must eat what they like, and this can't be vague." Ke Xun smiled, "Brother Qin also ordered a mackerel stuffing..."
Luo Meng couldn't handle it at all. He was about to pull Zhu Haowen to play games, but he saw that the other party was making noodles. Although his movements were a bit clumsy, he managed to bring the noodles together. Something happened.
When Luo Yu found out that Mu Yiran was peeling the shrimp, he also voluntarily joined the dumpling-making process: "To be with you guys like this is like a family, closer than relatives."
"Relative, that's really what you call a dispensable person." Fang Fei shrugged while beating eggs.
"We are all people who have read each other's last words, who can have a friendship like ours." Wei Dong chopped cabbage vigorously, "Mr. Shao cried?"
"Ignore me, I'm chopping onions..." Shao Ling wiped his tears, turned his face away and sneezed twice.
"What kind of conspiracy do you think the next painting will be? We have all the history of literature, religion, and even animal protection. This time, we have experienced a bit of time. What about the next time? You said the painting will be pushed to the next time. What are you going to fix for us?" Wei Dong began to squeeze water for the cabbage.
"The time is over, isn't it time for the space?" Luo Meng began to make bold guesses.
"By the way, will you bring Xinchun with you next time? I'm very curious about what Chung will turn into in the next painting." Wei Dong asked seriously.
"I can't bear it, Xinchun is so good." Radish rubbed the radish, almost rubbing his hand, "As long as it is outside the painting, it will be fine, if it doesn't come out, it will be troublesome."
Everyone was a little silent, as long as they were outside the painting, it was fine. This was a true truth from the bottom of my heart.
"I checked the weather forecast just now," Ke Xun changed the subject, "C City will have heavy snow in those few days, everyone must wear thicker clothes, don't freeze! When you arrive in the painting, you don't know what the situation is, try your best to Be prepared."
"What are you doing, Hao Wen'er?" Wei Dong suddenly shouted, "Why did you stir up the noodles? We're eating dumplings, not buns!"
"I see my mom always put baking powder in it..." Zhu Haowen was a little innocent.
"… "