Rarely, Mu Yiran also wore casual clothes today, and Ke Xun smiled at each other—everyone was wearing casual clothes, and one was diving blue and the other was glacier gray, which was quite a match.
Mu Yiran still had a serious look on his face, looked at the sign of Chunsun Apartment, and then looked at the advertisement paper in his hand, as if trying to find some clues in the shops near the apartment.
Ke Xun said: "Don't look for it. It should be 1997. This is an old advertisement from a year ago."
"This area is deeply sunken." Mu Yiran looked at the obvious big downhill of Chunsun Street and felt that there was some problem with the feng shui here.
"Maybe the people who build the apartment are for the purpose of gathering money?" Ke Xun looked up at the dark sky like a backdrop, and felt an invisible oppression - in fact, the feng shui of this apartment is not good, occupying the end of Chunsun Street, and in addition There are three street intersections on both sides, making this building more like a special transportation hub.
Such a residence is said to be called "a thousand arrows piercing the heart" by experts.
- "This is definitely deconstruction!" Someone finally came over from a distance, three men and one woman, one of whom was Qin Ci.
Qin Cichong nodded to Ke Xun and the others, folded the advertising paper in his hand, and walked over to stand with them.
"This is a kind of deconstruction of painting! No, it's a deconstruction of modern architecture!" said a middle-aged man wearing glasses with great enthusiasm, his entire body as thin as bamboo.
Another slightly bald long-haired middle-aged man with a thoughtful look: "No no, I think it should belong to the category of philosophy."
"Deconstruction itself is derived from philosophy!" The glasses man's eyes almost penetrated the lens.
Ke Xun looked at Qin Ci, a little confused whether this group of people were inside or outside.
This is the first time I've seen someone walk into the painting without panicking like this.
"I met them in the exhibition hall, and it is said that they are three poets who collected styles." Qin Ci said briefly.
The more normal one was the poetess, her eyes were a little flustered at the moment, and she had a little exploration, wearing a light-colored cheongsam with a light gauze shawl on the outside, and walking towards a few people on embroidered shoes: "Qin Doctor, I still don't understand what's going on, it would be too absurd to enter the painting, could it be... leading to the back door of the art museum?"
"We hope so too." Ke Xun glanced at the three poets in antique clothes and stopped talking.
A large group of people came from behind: Shaliu with a somewhat unwilling expression; Zhu Haowen, a young Japanese with a mustache; Li Taiyong, an old man in his seventies;
Wei Dong looked at the three beauties: the fate of the gods~
After everyone arrived, Qin Ci briefly popularized the basic knowledge of "painting", and then he was ready to knock on the door and walk into the apartment.
The new arrivals, except for the old man Li Taiyong, couldn't hide their panic, especially the three long-legged girls, two of them were almost frightened, and the other cried and said that he couldn't believe that he had passed through. .
The old man Li Taiyong was wearing an outdated half-sleeved shirt, white washed overalls, and a pair of old shoes. In today's world, this dress seems very harmonious.
One of the old man's hands kept shaking, and he didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or some kind of old age disease. He was slightly panting when he walked. Qin Ci, who was closest, came up to help him at the right time.
Ke Xun has an innate sympathy for the elderly and children: Father, father, what are you doing in the art gallery when you have nothing to do? It's too hot to turn on the air conditioner at home...
The big iron door of the apartment opened with a bang, and it was as dark as a bottomless pit inside. The wind blowing was very shady, and the air was filled with an indescribable smell, a bit like the unique suffocation of the underground garage. .
When everyone settled down, it was discovered that there were actually lights inside. Because it was a circular building, a circular courtyard was formed inside, or it could also be called a patio.
Standing in the patio and looking around, there are dense circles full of residents.
This type of building, commonly known as the Tongzilou, was the most common type of residential building in the 1970s.
Shaliu looked up at the night sky above the patio: "I've also been to the old-fashioned tube buildings, but they all have roofs. Why doesn't this one have a roof?"
"Have a roof? Isn't that not seeing the sun?" A voice came faintly, which startled Sha Liu.
It was the person who opened the door for everyone just now. He was in his fifties, wearing a faded red hurdle vest and holding a large string of dozens of keys in Yuanyuan. It seemed that he should be the concierge of this apartment. uncle.
"They're all here to rent, right? Come in with me," the concierge pushed open the door of the mail room. "There are only six vacant rooms left, so you should divide yourself into six groups."
The uncle of the concierge looked like the old god was there, and even picked up the fish food in the bag and fed it to the fish in the fish tank.
Ke Xun remembered the extremely life-like fragmented scenes he saw before entering the painting, and then contacted the very real version of the NPC in front of him, feeling that this painting was different from the previous ones.
The trio of long-legged girls quickly hugged: "Let's make a group of three!"
Wei Dong Ke Xun seemed to have received the will of God, so he also hurriedly approached Mu Yi Ran and said, "We are a group of three!"
Mu Yiran's expression lightened, and she did not express her objection.
The uncle of the concierge looked at the six people who automatically formed a group: "At most three people in a group, don't add more after that, or it won't be enough."
This NPC is pretty good at talking.
"Qiu Lu! The three of us!" The long-haired middle-aged man showed a look of excitement, making people think that he was about to start the death mode.
The poetess known as Qiu Lu rolled his eyes at him: "You two are a group, we have a lady here."
Sha Liu had been holding back and did not speak, but now hearing Qiu Lu say this, he smiled and nodded.
At this time, Qin Ci was still supporting the old man Li Taiyong, and he simply joined the old man.
The only one left: the Japanese youth Zhu Haowen.
Being alone is not always a good thing, especially in eccentric paintings.
"Here are the people from Chunsun Dormitory, and it's up to us." The concierge began to give out the keys: "There is only one key in a house, don't lose it."
Ke Xun took the initiative to take the key, seeing that it was a simple brass key that belonged to the 1990s. What made it even more improvised was that the house number was pasted on the key in the form of white plaster. Then use a ballpoint pen to write a string of numbers: 411.
Sha Liu stretched out his head and looked at the key in Ke Xun's hand: "We live in 410, we are neighbors, take care of things more."
"Okay." Ke Xun hummed when dealing with people like Shaliu.
After a while, everyone received their own keys.
When the concierge handed out the last key, he suddenly said, "You can't live alone on the sixth floor, it's too high and stressful." His eyes suddenly sharpened, and he looked at Wei Dong, "Come here and talk to him. Live at 616."
"Ah? Me?" Wei Dong felt that he was always the unlucky one.
The concierge's eyes suddenly turned fierce: "You want to violate the decision of Chunsun Dormitory?"
Wei Dong was almost scared to pee on the spot, and quickly walked to Zhu Haowen obediently.
The concierge no longer looked at everyone, and while packing the remaining keys in his hand, he said, "Go back to the house if you are familiar with the familiar environment. After turning off the lights, don't go upstairs and walk around, and don't stop by."
The six groups of people were holding the keys in their hands. Some of them were confused and half-understood. They had just walked out of the mail room full of smoke and musty when suddenly the porter's head stuck out of the mail room window: "Tomorrow at 8 o'clock in the morning. Five Sisters restaurant gathering!"
People were taken aback again.
Wei Dong pulled Ke Xun with a sad face: "Ke'er..."
Ke Xun couldn't help: "Remember what the concierge said, don't go up and down the stairs after turning off the lights, it's best not to go out."
Shaliu interjected: "I find it strange. Regarding this restriction against going up and down the stairs, is this a tacit approval that we can go out at night? Can we walk in the corridor on the same floor?"
Before I finished speaking, I suddenly heard a loud cry: "Public toilet!"
It was Tina in the long-legged girl who was talking, and she was pointing at the toilet not far ahead: "There is no bathroom in this apartment! We have to go to the public toilet!"
The other two long-legged girls followed suit.
Only then did everyone understand why they were not prohibited from going out. If they went to the toilet at night, they had to go out to the public toilet.
Everyone has complicated emotions, and those who have experienced painting are very serious about being familiar with the environment in front of them, trying to imprint the location of these rooms in their minds—familiar with the familiar environment, this should also be a warning from the concierge.
Everyone is basically familiar with each other. The two middle-aged male poets reported their names. The thin man with glasses was called Shouzhu, and the long-haired and slightly bald one was called Zhitiao. They should all be pseudonyms.
Zhitiao also presented a business card to everyone, and the ancient business card had the word "Zhitiao" printed on it.
Everyone knows that tao is sweet potato, sweet potato, juvenile tao, isn't that a small sweet potato...
Under the current circumstances, no one was in the mood to analyze the sweet potato. Everyone simply walked around the patio on the first floor. In addition to the strong breath of life, there was no longer the lifeless atmosphere when they first arrived.
There are no tenants on the first floor, they are all business owners. Everyone quickly found the "Five Sisters Restaurant", and there are many people dining in it.
In addition to small restaurants, there are many small shops in the bottom business.
The three long-legged girls were the most uncomfortable when they first arrived, and now they went to the small shop and took out their wallets and went to and fro. Sure enough, each of them bought a bottle of orange soda and drank it from a straw while standing in front of the small shop.
It seems that the money in the wallet can be used here, and everyone is relieved.
"Don't you think it's strange, the shops of these bottom dealers are supposed to open outwards, so why are all these doors facing inward?" Ke Xun couldn't help asking Mu Yiran, who was beside him, and he inadvertently smelled the scent of men's perfume on the other side. : Cedar, oakmoss, it smells pretty good.
"Before entering the door, there was a demolition notice posted on the outer wall of the apartment. The date was May 1996." Mu Yiran believed that these shops were probably not allowed to open to the outside world.
"Hey, have you seen the demolition notice? I just saw those big characters sprayed with red paint: There is a ghost." Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran with a smile.
Everyone was very uncomfortable with Ke Xun's words "there are ghosts", but in fact, everyone saw that the blood-red spray paint was sprayed on the outer wall of the apartment, and there were ghosts written everywhere in ferocious fonts.
Suddenly, there was a burst of wanton laughter from the shop in front, and then a girl in red walked out of the door.
The cylindrical fiery red short skirt has a hairstyle that is probably very fashionable in this era - the Ω hairstyle, commonly known as valgus.
The girl in red used hairspray to turn her hair into a beautiful arc, her thin and tall eyebrows also drew a beautiful arc, and the lustrous red lip gloss made her pouting lips poignant.
In contrast, the three long-legged girls with small new eyebrows and big red lips looked a bit rough.
The shop the girl walked out of was a barber shop. Judging from her appearance, she should be the owner here.
"New here?" The girl greeted several people with a strong accent from Zhejiang.
Another lively NPC appeared.
Seeing the beautiful woman, Shouzhu seemed to be refreshed all of a sudden: "No one is watching the light rain all day long, and the mandarin ducks are bathing in red."
Everyone: "… "
Zhitiao also had a full smile on her face: "Sister, we actually came from an art museum..."
"Art Museum? Are you sent by a Hong Kong developer?" The girl in red suddenly cut him off coldly.
Qiu Lu hurriedly said, "We are just tourists!"
The girl in red rolled her eyes and stared at everyone: "Then you have to close the door, it's haunted here at night."