The color of the oil painting is very dark, no matter from which angle it is viewed, there is a feeling as if it can draw people in.
On the periphery of the old castle, there is a circle of stone walls, and further down, there is a creek with a little scarlet color. In the middle of the creek, there is something abrupt and extra, which is difficult to see, but But it gives people a not-so-good feeling.
Meng Xiaotao looked at the painting hesitantly.
She could see that the painting was indeed an ancient relic, and it was left by a foreign painter a hundred years ago, but she did not know which painter left it.
Because only by knowing which painter's work is, a reasonable price can be given.
She looked at it, studied it for a while, and finally saw a red mark in the lower left corner, which was vaguely written, but it was struck with a stroke of another color in the middle, and it was not clear.
Just when she was struggling, Gu Huaiyu came out.
As soon as she came out, she saw the painting in Meng Xiaotao's hand. She stepped forward and looked at it, and said casually, "Isn't this Mitchell Lambert's painting?"
Meng Xiaotao was a little surprised, "Do you know Mr. Gu?"
Gu Huaiyu said, "I have seen some of his paintings before."
Mitchell Rambo is a very controversial painter abroad.
The reason why he is controversial is that his works were basically painted according to the real environment at the time. There were various disasters abroad at that time, and the medical treatment methods were not as good as they are now. There were many patients who died at that time, and even the sky was always covered. Dark clouds are shrouded in black clouds. Everyone who sees his paintings will feel very sad inside somehow.
Therefore, his paintings were not very famous at that time.
Until later, he painted a painting called the painting of death.
I heard that every person who saw his painting would become exhausted for no reason within a month, and eventually die without a cure.
Mitchell Lambeau’s paintings are all based on the pictures he has seen before, so they are all buildings in reality.
But that death painting is different, it is called the world of the devil.
No one has ever been able to find the prototype of that building, and the owner of the painting died in the second year after finishing the painting.
To this day, no one has found the architectural prototype of the death painting.
Many people say that it was the fantasy world of Mitchell Lambert, because at that time and the social environment at that time, his paintings could not be sold, and his life was very difficult and poor, and that painting was painted at that time of.
Ye Qing stood a little far away, but he still heard Gu Huaiyu's words. He nodded, his sluggish eyes brought a little brilliance, but only for a moment.
"This is Mitchell Lambeau's painting." He said slowly, as if speaking was a bit too laborious for him, so it took a while before he continued.
"I like his painting very much. But..." He licked his chapped lips, "but this painting is an exception."
"Because of this, it is the legendary painting of death."
Hearing the words "death painting", Gu Huaiyu became interested. She asked Meng Xiaotao to put down the painting and prepare tea and snacks for the other party, intending to have a good chat with him.
Gu Huaiyu sat aside, poured tea to the other party, and asked, "I remember that this painting is already a forbidden painting. How could it be in your hands?"
Because the other party didn't look like a rich man, and this painting was called banned painting a long time ago, because of social reasons at that time, this painting suddenly disappeared one day.
If it weren't for Gu Huaiyu to see the signature, he would probably not recognize it as a painting by Mitchell Lang Bo.
Ye Qing held the tea cup in both hands and looked at the tea in the cup silently, seemingly embarrassed.
Gu Huaiyu looked at it, "It doesn't matter if it's inconvenient to say..."
Before she finished speaking, Ye Qing shook her head, her sunken cheeks wrinkled slightly, "I don't know why this painting suddenly appeared in my house."
"You don't know?" Gu Huaiyu raised an eyebrow.
Ye Qing said, his eyes gradually blurred, as if recalling how he discovered this painting.
"Two weeks ago, when I was packing up the house, I found this painting in the utility room."
"That utility room is the room my grandma used to live in before, and everything in it belongs to her."
"This painting is also in the utility room. It is covered by the cloth." Ye Qing's eyes fell on the black cloth on the counter.
Immediately he continued, "Because there is a note on it, I opened it out of curiosity and took a look, but I didn't expect it..." He paused, sighed, "I didn't expect to see it, I would never I can't live without it."
While Ye Qing's eyes were speaking, he looked straight at the painting.
"Note? What note?" Gu Huaiyu asked with a frown.
Ye Qing shook her head, her voice was very soft, and a little vacant, "I don't know, there are strange paintings on it, because my grandma has never read a book, so she can't write, and her paintings are her words."
However, he used to be able to get a general idea even if he was half-guessing and half-blind. When he saw the drawing on the piece of paper, he couldn't understand it at all.
Finally, driven by curiosity, he opened the painting.
"There is a picture of a man on the paper, it's messy, I can't see it clearly." Ye Qing's eyes were a little erratic, "I had a dream on the night I saw the painting."
Neither Gu Huaiyu nor Meng Xiaotao said a word, quietly listening to the world in his dream.
Ye Qing twitched the corners of her mouth, "You may not believe it, I actually saw the man drawn by my grandma in my dream. He is very nice and kind. But..."
He swallowed, "But I always feel that the other party is very strange, to be precise, it feels very strange to me."
"When I dreamed of him the first night, his skin was very pale, like the white that hadn't seen the sun for many years, and the whiteness was a bit oozing."
"Then when I saw him for the second time, he became a little different, as if suddenly a little more angry. I mean, when I saw him yesterday, he was like a dead man."
Ye Qing seemed to be very afraid of the two dead. When he said that, he didn't know what he was thinking of, and his voice trembled.
"For the next more than a week, I dreamed of him every day." He seemed to be trying to verify that it was not his own illusion. He opened his eyes wide, looked at the two people in front of him, and said, "I shouldn't be an illusion? It's not an illusion, right? No one will dream of people who have nothing to do with them every day, nor will they have the same dream every day, right?"
Gu Huaiyu knocked off the table and calmly affirmed the other party's words, "This is not an illusion."
After all, it is impossible for a person to have the same dream every day, and the subtle changes in it can also be seen.