Tretyakov Museum of Fine Arts.
It's not a Monday, so it's open hours. Boss Luo, who feels fresh about every building in the city, naturally did not let go of this famous art museum.
After taking a frontal photo here and sending it to the mobile phone of Chief Deputy Editor-in-Chief Ren, even if today’s task is completed, he must report his whereabouts at least once a day, which proves that it’s good. limit conditions.
"If you come to Tretyakov, you will naturally have to take a look at the "Unknown Girl"." You Ye said beside Luo Qiu.
Luo Qiu, who was looking at the brochure of the art museum, nodded and said, "I'm curious about one of the top ten famous paintings in the world."
Except for the closed days, the Tretyakov Museum of Fine Arts welcomes many tourists every day. Among the crowd, the owner of the club and the maid briefly passed through the security check, and then walked into the old building of the Tretyakov Museum of Fine Arts.
Boss Luo, who doesn't care much about the scenery on the road, never stops in front of any famous pictures.
Looking directly at the woman depicted on the "Unknown Girl" in the key area of the exhibition hall, Luo Qiu has a set of appreciation methods that are different from ordinary people, so that he can feel the mood of the painter.
"Many people believe that the woman painted on the Unknown Girl is the protagonist in Tolstoy's "Anna Karenina", but this is something that ordinary people have no way to think about. So some people It seems that this should be an unknown actor, only the author himself knows who she is."
Luo Qiu listened to You Ye's explanation, which was much better than the commentator in this exhibition area... Luo Qiu refers to the voice.
Of course, these can actually be heard from the narrator's mouth, but the next words may not be what the narrator can say.
"But actually, the woman in this portrait..."
"He loves this woman."
Suddenly, You Ye's words were interrupted by someone who was a tourist from the same batch, standing behind them.
With soft wavy hair, a narrow and high nose, thin lips, and a lush beard, at first glance, he looks like a middle-aged man.
But for Luo Qiu and You Ye who are more sensitive to vitality, this person is actually quite young, probably not more than thirty years old.
Being suddenly approached, Luo Qiu didn't feel any displeasure at all. He just looked at this typical Russian youth curiously, and asked interestingly: "How do you know that the painter loves his model? There seems to be a saying like this, this girl is imagined by the painter. "
The hairy young man's gaze is focused on this painting, and even his whole thoughts seem to be out of the surrounding area. Even though he could respond to the questions around him, even though he knew who was around him, it felt like he was the only one standing in front of the painting.
This is a very rare focus.
"I can feel it," he said.
The young man suddenly closed his eyes. His left hand is spread out in front of him, his thumb is slightly clasped, and his right hand is also raised at the same time, his fingers seem to be grasping something. This is a painting posture.
He seems to be saying to himself, rather than responding to anyone's question, "I can feel it. Every stroke, every painting. When I write, when I hesitate... It's so strong, it's so touching. "
It seemed that it was not just for the sake of speaking more convincingly, so he made such a move. His right hand was slowly moving in the air.
It's not as if he's painting...but he's painting, painting in his mind.
But he seemed to be too focused, so that he didn't feel anything outside his body. At this time, his body was being erected by two guards of the art museum, one left and one right, and they were dragging outwards all the time. go out.
The young man didn't resist at all, his eyes were still closed, and he was still drawing something with the palette and brush that didn't exist in his hand.
"I'm sorry, sir, miss, this guy just now, didn't bother you?"
A man who looked like an art museum worker came to Luo Qiu and You Ye and asked politely.
Luo Qiu asked softly, "Should he disturb others?"
The staff froze for a moment... such an answer is rare, isn't it
"No, no. This guy usually doesn't bother anyone, he only disturbs us." The staff member shook his head and said helplessly.
Looking at the puzzled eyes of the eastern man in front of him, the staff member said simply: "He was originally an employee of the art museum, but he was fired because he made some mistakes. But this guy can sneak in every time... Oh, sir, you know, as long as you come in according to the normal way and get a ticket, we are all welcome. But he came in secretly by himself, so...you should understand. This is like a madman's behavior."
"You're busy." Luo Qiu nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
The staff smiled and said, "Sir, you speak Russian really well..."
He wanted to praise it, but the guest with an oriental face didn't seem to be listening at all, but turned around directly, looking at the famous painting that was treasured here.
Concentrated... Just like the guy who was dragged out just now, the staff felt that nothing could shake the guest's concentration at this time.
hell.
He suddenly felt a strange chill, and his whole body shivered inexplicably, he lowered his head and walked away quickly.
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Day three
Oleg's home could smell a very strong smell of alcohol, which even seemed to be mixed with the rancid smell of his soul.
Because his whole body really looked like he was rancid.
Just the most intuitive feeling of Nikita.
Wearing brand-new clothes, Nikita suddenly remembered Brother Oleg who has always taken good care of himself. Today, he planned to treat this brother to a good meal, but...
"Oleg! What happened to you?" Nikita walked up to Oleg, frowned and looked at the drunk man, "I went to the company, the boss said you haven't been to work for three days, you are Are you drinking here?"
Drunk-eyed Oleg opened his eyes and hiccupped, as if he recognized Nikita.
He vigorously propped his body up from the sofa with both hands but failed to do so, and fell down again all of a sudden.
Nikita quickly bent down to help Oleg up, but Oleg's hands were groping on the table at this time, and the beer bottles were swept down one by one by his hand, "Give me some vodka."
"Damn it!" Nikita swore. "You're not the Oleg I know! You shouldn't be! What happened to you?"
Oleg stopped suddenly.
He patted his forehead vigorously, as if this was the only way to wake himself up. Oleg's eyes were enlarged, but bloodshot.
"You're right, I shouldn't be like this... I'm going to find Anton Lier." Oleg grabbed Nikita's arm, stood up with strength, and muttered to himself: "I'm going to Find him, find him, find him... Where are my keys? Where are my car keys? Where are my keys?!!!"
The voice is getting louder, more violent, and more angry. He was like a lion, "Where's my key!!"
Nikita swears that if the Anton who brought him wealth is the strongest guy he has ever seen, then Oleg now has the most terrifying eyes he has ever seen.
"Brother, please tell me what happened to Anton Lier?"
"He...he's gone and disappeared." Oleg beat his forehead hard. Alcohol gave him a splitting headache, but it couldn't compare to the pain in his heart. "Three days, three days... What the hell am I doing?" What? I promised Kamala to take good care of our children... what the hell did I do?"
Nikita looked at Oleg's appearance at this time, and for a while, he was very happy, but it seemed that he became not very happy.
Suddenly someone broke in.
Five strong men.