"The cool wind blows gently so that it quietly enters my clothes, and I can't hear the sound in the summer. I am very moved by the hurried passing of the day, and I remember the colorful scene. The wind blows gently until you step into my heart. , change my life in one breath. I can't count how much enthusiasm I put in, but I don't need to be afraid any more - wind and rain - "
Shao Ling looked at Ke Xun, Wei Dong, and Luo Xun speechlessly as they roared in the sun and roared against the cold wind in the snow in the distance.
"Winter is Coming Art Museum", as can be seen from the name of the museum, is a new museum that has not been built for a few years. It is located in a very poetic place in City C - of course, if you come here in autumn, you will You will enjoy the superb view full of ginkgo red maples, but it is the middle of winter now. Except for the dead branches of the bald cold trees, there is a white snow.
The art museum is built in the depths of the white snow and black branches.
The snow on the ground was thick enough to cover the soles of the feet, and although the sun was sunny today, it did not mean to melt in the slightest.
It's still early, just eight o'clock in the morning, this place has not been visited by passers-by yet, and the messy footprints falling on the snow are all from the three second-hand goods in the distance.
The three people built three snowmen that looked particularly solid, but for some strange reason, these three people are now riding on the snowmen, shouting Cantonese songs in the suburban Laos dialect.
This is... Doomsday? Decompress before death
Shao Ling walked over steadily with a look of disapproval.
"Blow, blow, let the wind blow, dry the bright tears in your eyes—"
Shao Ling heard Ke Xun's final sound rising to the sky with a fork.
The sound quality of this person may be the welfare of the voice controller. In the natural flirting voice, there is a clean teenage voice.
He heard the footsteps coming from behind him, singing and turning his head to look at him, his eyebrows raised, the corners of his lips raised, his shaggy hair was raised, and the sun shone on the snow in front of him and reflected in his eyes. There was light in his eyes, as if those handsome youths in the campus many years ago, carefree and unrestrained.
At this moment, Shao Ling suddenly realized the extreme cruelty of "painting".
Sunshine, Qingxue, Juvenile and Song in front of him, under the palm of "Painting", are as fragile as a piece of glass as thin as a cicada's wings, which can be broken with a single poke.
"...Blow, blow, let the wind blow, all the sadness is taken away, who is in the wind—" "Youth" sang, and slowly raised the snowman's head with both hands, smashing it in the face with a wicked smile.
Shao Ling, who was buried in the snow by three huge snowman heads: "..." I took back all my ignorant imaginations.
"Come on Brother Shao, let's have fun together!" Wei Dong pressed Luo Xie to lie down in the snow, paddling in place like a breaststroke.
Shao Ling: "..." Are these three people sure that they are the painters who are about to risk their lives? Why are they all heartless...
"What are you thinking about?" Ke Xun sat on the headless snowman's body, put his hands in the pockets of his down jacket, half his face tucked into the fluffy scarf and looked at him with a smile, "Aren't you envious of the thought of classmate radish? Can you think about it?"
Shao Ling: "You are no worse than him."
Ke Xun laughed: "How many paintings have I gone through, how can I live if I don't look at them? You see, you have to paint with a frown and be nervous, and you have to paint with eating, drinking, having fun, and being happy. The result is the same, of course you have to choose. A process that is better and more enjoyable. This is something that radishes can think better than the rest of us - although this kid should be afraid or afraid, and should be cowardly or cowardly."
Shao Ling looked at Luo Wei, who was stuffing snowballs into his crotch with Wei Dong: "..."... What do I want to say... "What about the others?"
"Well, there's a cafe next to the museum, and it's all nestled in it." Ke Xun pointed to him with his chin.
"The cafe is open so early?" Shao Ling looked over there. The art museum wasn't open at this time.
"Then the boss lives upstairs and comes down as soon as he is called." Ke Xun jumped off the snowman's body, bent down and rubbed two big snowballs, and went to Wei Dong and Luo Meng, who were unaware.
"..." Shao Ling didn't want to pay attention to these three people, but was curious about how Ke Xun made such a sturdy snowman, such a big man wouldn't collapse when sitting on it, he lifted his foot and kicked the snowman, his toes suddenly Trapped into the snowman's body, then blocked by the hard object inside.
"... "Okay, inside is a large landscape stone. Knocked. pain.
The opening time of the art museum in the winter is 9:30 in the morning. At this moment, there is still nearly an hour. Shao Ling decided to hide in the cafe to warm up, and by the way, stay away from the second-hand crowd.
Mu Yiran and Qin Ci sat opposite each other, tilted their heads slightly, looking at the snow scene outside the window, and the three fools of the snow who were playing in the snow scene.
Zhu Haowen and Fang Fei each sat aside, playing with their mobile phones.
Shao Ling felt that everyone was like the day before the college entrance examination. They put down all the review materials and stopped thinking about any textbook content. They tried to relax their whole body and mind, and prepared with the most relaxed and full of emotions. Meet the moment that finally decides your destiny.
Shao Ling is still not used to this state - even in the college entrance examination that year, he reviewed it to the last moment.
"Winter is coming to the art museum. It is said that the original intention was to build an indoor theme park. There was a problem with the team responsible for the project, and the project was stranded. Later, it was converted into an art museum, but the name of the previous theme park was retained. Yes, it's a bit similar to the previous Old Station Art Museum, which seems to confirm the clue we concluded." Shao Ling stood beside the four-seater card room, looking at Mu Yiran and the others.
Mu Yiran nodded slightly: "The person in charge has some background. Because of the car accident, someone took a photo and posted it on the Internet. Netizens have been deeply digging into his complicated interpersonal relationships and private life from the luxury car he drives, which involves some For a more sensitive event, the project was halted and it was cooled for more than a year."
"Whether intentional or unintentional, it seems that there is always a force in the dark that eliminates all irrelevant factors and wants to build the art museum where it wants to build." Qin Ci said.
"These questions have already been said in the group, why are you repeating them here?" Fang Fei raised her eyes from the screen of her mobile phone and looked at the men in front of her with a slight sense of strangeness.
"Nervous emotions can easily make people repeat what they said." Zhu Haowen still didn't raise his head and threw out a light sentence.
Shao Ling Qin Ci: "..."
Shao Ling shook his head slightly: "I always feel... I still haven't done enough to prepare for the painting."
"As a matter of fact," Qin Ci comforted him, "the previous experience in painting shows that no matter how much preparation we make in advance, the painting that finally lets us enter will never be the painting that we delineated in advance. So it is better to Just go with the flow and don't put too much pressure on yourself."
Shao Ling lowered his eyelids, walked to the vacant seat beside him, sat down, and ordered a cup of white coffee.
Halfway through the drink, the hall door was opened from the outside, and with a gust of cold wind, three idiots in the snow lined up and walked in.
"Boss, give me a latte," Wei Dong said as he took off his hat, "The most handsome guy here pays the bill."
As he spoke, he circled the area where the eight members were.
The boss came over with a tray and asked Ke Xun, "So, does this gentleman pay the bill?"
"Boss has a good eye." Ke Xun smiled, "Let me ask, how many people have visited the art museum next to it these days?"
The boss shook his head: "It has been snowing these days, no one has come, and there is no art exhibition, but there may be people today. Yesterday, a crew came here to shoot the scene. When I was drinking coffee here, I heard them say they are coming today. I took a few shots, and said that the museum is less crowded, which is convenient for shooting.”
When the boss left, Shao Ling asked several old members: "Is there any way to prevent others from not entering the target exhibition hall?"
The few young people who lost their lives in "Reverse Journey" made everyone's mood really depressed for a long time.
The only surviving Cao Youning did not appear here.
"There is no way," Qin Ci sighed, "for those of us who got tickets, that is, those who have already entered the painting, the latest time to enter the painting is before eight o'clock in the evening on the same day. After this time, you will no longer be able to enter the painting. into the painting and died within a few days.
"But newcomers seem to be exempt from this restriction in the real world, that is to say, when we enter the painting, if the people have not been assembled, the time in the painting will stop until the newcomers enter the picture.
"In the real world, the newcomer may even come to the art museum three days later to enter the painting - of course, this has not happened so far, but in the painting "Pure Land" before, there has been a temporary gathering of people. The time in the painting stops due to the unevenness, so we speculate that if the people are not assembled all the time, the painting will stop the time in the painting until the new people are assembled.”
"So what should come will still come," Wei Dong shrugged helplessly, "It is destined that you should enter the painting, and you will not be able to escape this disaster. Mr. Shao, don't worry about others, you can keep this guarantee. Without that, in the end, you will only fill yourself with a sense of frustration and powerlessness.”
Shao Ling was silent again.
"Let's go, let's go, it's time to open," Ke Xun said, standing up, "Let's go in first, so as not to worry about others, whoever is who will always be whoever is."
"Clap!" Luo Xun nearly dropped the cup, covered his stomach and looked up at Ke Xun, "This, this is going in? No more waiting? I want to go to the toilet..."
"Go." Ke Xun shook his shoulder. "Go in early, we will have enough time to understand the environment in the painting. It's better to go in early than late. You can't avoid this."
Luo Xun's lips trembled, and he grabbed Ke Xun's arm and stood up reluctantly: "I'm not going, then let's... come in."
A group of people stepped on the snow and slowly walked towards the museum.
Luo Meng walked at the back. If Ke Xun hadn't dragged him, he would have felt weak and wanted to sit on the ground several times, not wanting to move.
Just like a child who is afraid of going to the hospital for an injection, the closer he gets to the clinic where the injection is given, the more afraid he wants to escape, the more nervous he is.
Ke Xun dragged him to his side, put his arms around his shoulders, and continued to walk with him, while walking, he hummed a song in his mouth to comfort him: "The cool wind blows so softly Entering my clothes, I can't hear the sound in the summer... No matter how much enthusiasm I put in, I can't count it, but I don't need to be afraid anymore—the wind and rain—"
"Blow, blow... Let the wind blow... Sorrow is taken away, who is in the wind..." Luo Meng hummed with a trembling voice, and a string of cold, piercing tears fell on the muddy snow under his feet.