Professor Qin Fang drove out earlier, saying that he was going back to the university to pick up some things. In this decades-old villa, only Luo Qiu and Zhang Qingrui are left.
Because they are both registered students, the professor doesn't seem to worry about what the two students will do, and the time to go there and back is only a few hours.
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Seeing Zhang Qingrui's weird behavior at this time, Luo Qiu thoughtfully glanced at the bones that had been cleaned out on the workbench.
After the first day of contact, the strangeness appeared, and the strangeness disappeared when it came again the next day. In the next few days, I could no longer feel the songs, poems, and sentences released from the bones. Just a few words.
Zhang Qingrui has already opened the door and walked out. After Luo Qiu glanced at it, he remained silent and followed from behind.
He tried to call Zhang Qingrui's name behind his back, but the other party didn't seem to hear him, just walked step by step, walking very carefully.
If you put on a set of Hanfu, you will look like an ancient lady, right
Zhang Qingrui finally stopped in front of a door under the stairs. She stood silently in front of the door, but didn't go in, just stood there strangely.
After a while, Luo Qiu frowned, he walked past Zhang Qingrui from the side, and took a look at her.
She was staring... staring behind this door.
Luo Qiu, who already had some guesses in his heart, took a look at the location of this door—under the stairs... The avatar here is a storage room created by using the space under the stairs.
But he still walked forward, put his hand on the handle lock of the door, and pulled it a little harder.
"Locked."
Luo Qiu didn't let go... The owner of the club frowned, only heard a slight twisting sound from the door lock, and when he tried again, the door lock had already been opened.
Luo Qiu opened the door next—after opening it, he was taken aback for a moment.
It wasn't the imaginary place for the other party's sundries or something—in fact, he hadn't seen the space in it yet. Because there is actually another door behind this door.
Luo Qiu subconsciously reached out and knocked on the door—it was a steel door.
As for the lock, it is an electronic lock.
Ordinary people would not set such doors and locks at home—there might be something valuable hidden inside, or something they don't want others to see.
If it is not necessary, Luo Qiu doesn't like to probe into other people's privacy - of course, if it is a guest who appears in the club, that is another situation.
Knowing that there was something behind the metal door that the professor might not want to expose, Luo Qiu felt that he could stop here.
He closed the first door again.
At this time, Zhang Qingrui still maintained that staring expression.
"I don't know what you want to express." Luo Qiu was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "But it doesn't matter what you want to express... Since you are a person who has passed away, why do you still have nostalgia for the world of mortals?"
Luo Qiu thought of the former Lu Zigang - also a soul floating in the world for hundreds of years.
At this time, there was obviously something similar on Zhang Qingrui's body.
Without saying anything, Zhang Qingrui suddenly fell down at this moment—as if he lost his strength.
But just fell asleep.
It stands to reason that he should be the one who is more able to touch the "thing" contained in this skeleton, but this "thing" chose Zhang Qingrui as the party to attach to - it seems that even if it is attached to the upper body, it is still difficult to express something something clear.
Luo Qiu, who still didn't know much about ghosts, thought for a while, then reached out to let Zhang Qingrui's body float, followed his footsteps, and returned to the studio.
He put her in the original position, swinging her face to sleep on the table, and then resumed the work at hand.
About an hour later, Zhang Qingrui woke up slowly. With doubts, she looked at Luo Qiu, and said in a daze: "How long have I been asleep?"
"a while."
"professor… "
"Haven't come back yet." Luoqiu paused, and suddenly asked: "Are you uncomfortable?"
Zhang Qingrui shook her head, "It seems a little tired."
"En." Luo Qiu nodded, "Then pay attention to rest."
I'm used to Luo Qiu being the kind of guy who talks very shallowly, so Zhang Qingrui didn't care about it. What followed was only a few occasional conversations, embellished with the dullness of the job at hand.
Professor Qin Fang made a phone call later and said that he wanted to accompany a friend for dinner in the evening, so he just asked Luo Qiu to lock the door and leave.
"Shall I see you off?" When Zhang Qingrui picked up the car, she looked at Luo Qiu out of politeness.
It's just that Boss Luo, who has the ability to be more convenient than any means of transportation as long as he is in this city, is really reluctant.
At this time, there will be traffic jams and the highway will refuse to make friends...
"Need not."
At this moment, a small white car drove in in front of the villa. That's Qin Chuyu... She got out of the car with a dazed expression, as if she didn't see Luo Qiu and the others beside her.
He seemed to be contemplating something, and seemed to be distracted by something, but he opened the door and entered the house without looking back.
"weirdo."
Zhang Qingrui frowned and muttered. Although Qin Chuyu felt that Qin Chuyu was the kind of "person with a story", he never thought about taking the initiative to make friends too deeply.
When Zhang Qingrui came back to his senses, Luo Qiu had already gone far away... He really is a chic and comfortable person.
Zhang Qingrui smiled subconsciously. She didn't dislike the only student in the class. On the contrary, she felt more at ease in the short time she spent with each other in class.
It stands to reason that this is actually a person who is as dull as a silent log... However, the time spent together is always fast.
She doesn't think she understands this young man, nor does she think that the other party understands herself, just like a friend of a gentleman, indifferent.
Maybe... In my heart, in my subconscious, I was actually longing for the other party's kind of calmness and freedom.
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There is a place for my father to work in the villa, but there is also a place for painting in my spare time.
Already back
When Qin Chuyu suddenly came over, he was already in the studio at home. She frowned. She had been in a state of restlessness and trance for the past two days, and time would pass before she knew it.
The root of all this seems to be the painting that a certain guest gave me to frame a few days ago.
That gentleman hadn't arrived for several days, and because there was no contact information, Qin Chuyu could only wait silently.
Later, when she occasionally saw the news in the newspaper, and saw the news that the man was arrested for arson and killing his girlfriend, Qin Chuyu understood that this painting would probably be left in her hands for a long time.
She walked to the framed picture, stretched out her hand and lifted the cloth covering it, and fell into the content of the picture once again.
What exactly is this
Standing vividly on the drawing paper is a woman in a red evening dress... No matter what angle you look at, it can be regarded as a very good composition.
Only the face of the woman in this painting.
No eyes and no nose, if you want to say it, you probably have no face - but the part of the face is not painted with nothing.
There are all kinds of paints, which seem to be intentional or random, forming this chaotic face without any rules.
Qin Chuyu had never seen such a strange way of painting.
She stared at the strange 'face' of the woman in the painting, and felt the painter's contradictory, unconventional... even untraceable thinking.
What kind of chaotic and self-contradictory strong thoughts would that be
In front of his eyes, it seemed as if a vortex had been born.
Her heart was beating fast suddenly, her body subconsciously took a small step back, fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, and a strand of blood unknowingly overflowed from her lips.
When staring at the painting again, Qin Chuyu's eyes appeared extremely complicated.
At this moment, she recalled many, many things, and murmured to herself: "I... actually failed because of this painting... This painting can make people stunned, what kind of lunatic is it..."
She recalled that she used to call her... Yu Sanniang.
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S1: This is the second chapter (2/2) of yesterday's reward plus update.
S2: At ten o'clock, or eleven o'clock, there will be another update.
S3: Continue to ask for various tickets.