After thinking about it later, Kexun felt that from the day he left home, there was something strange about it.
First of all, the Teddy of Uncle Li's house in the community did not rush up to hold his leg fiercely as usual after meeting him on a narrow road.
Then there was the middle door on the 13th floor of the building at the back. The window sashes were wide open, and two gray and white curtain cloths hung outside the window. From downstairs, it looked like two wreaths.
When Kexun looked up, he felt in a trance that someone was looking at him in the window, but the angle was not very real.
The whole body of the man was in the shadow, only a gray face vaguely behind the window sash, motionless. With the black window frame and two gray curtains, it looked like a black and white portrait.
The next thing is even more bizarre.
For example, he swept a bike sharing car on the street, and the seat of the bike fell off as soon as he stepped on the street. It was only one centimeter short that he became the first man to be shared on a bicycle day in history.
Another example is that when we meet at the appointed place with Weidong, the goods are not routinely late.
For example, before the two people start to wave, the blue sky and white clouds are just clear and the sky is clear. In an instant, the clouds cover the top and the rainstorm comes to the head.
"I knew it would be no good to come out with you, the thief." Kexun was looking for shelter from the rain.
"No, I counted last night. Today should be a lucky day. It's suitable to travel, to tease girls and to open a house." Weidong can't bear his head and is busy wrapping his mobile phone in his coat.
"You're pinching your toes." Kexun was not angry.
"What can I do? I'm the grandson of the Wei family. I want to carry forward this unique skill of foot pinching." Wei Dong habitually and Ke Xun poor two sentences, a point across the street, "there, the art museum."
Starry sky art gallery.
This art gallery is very old. The wall is covered with a thick layer of creepers, and the window is almost invisible. The gate is quite new, as if it had just been renovated recently. At the door, there is a billboard reading "the national tour exhibition of artists".
How many people really understand art? Even on weekends, there are only a few visitors in the gallery.
Most of them came in to shelter from the rain, just like Ke Xun Weidong.
A group of people gathered in the hall, either watching the rain or playing with mobile phones, but few people looked at the paintings.
"As soon as you come, you can go in and have a look." Weidong is too busy.
Originally, they didn't think about what to do when they made an appointment today. It was only because a V-letter called over from Weidong last night: "will tomorrow's waves be rough?"
Kexun: "wave."
And he ran out.
As two single dogs holding a group to keep warm, the usual arrangement on weekends is to meet at the old place first, and then go to where the waves are, meet the younger sister and raise the gay when meeting the gay girl. They just want to be one-sided and never leave each other in bankruptcy.
Ke Xun has never had any art germs, not to mention appreciating his paintings. Even his self portraits are distorted, and the picture is fuzzy. He can shoot the magic effect of six finger harp magic than a scissors hand. He is very handsome, and his face can be photographed as if he had failed in plastic surgery.
Wei Dong is one hundred Picassos better than him in this respect. However, Wei's classmate is also an art student. Although he finally engaged in one of the "top ten professions that most want to extend their hands on hairline" -- art designer, he does the wonderful work of killing art according to the requirements of clients every day, but somehow his original intention has not changed, and his desire to appreciate famous paintings still remains a little bit.
On cloudy days, they beat their children, and when they were idle, they trembled with rain and entered the second gate of the art gallery.
In retrospect, Ke Xunning was too busy to get hemorrhoids all over his body, and he did not want to step into this art gallery.
On the first floor of the starry sky art gallery, the paintings of the so and so painter are on display.
On the second floor, there are some paintings in the museum, including original paintings and imitations.
The two strolled to the second floor and lingered in front of several Western body paintings.
"I'm still a plump girl. I feel comfortable and feel good." Weidong smacked his mouth.
"First you have to have a sister." Kexun put his hand in his pocket and looked around.
Wei Dong reluctantly left the painting in front of him, looked around for a few times, and then pointed to the front: "there is still an exhibition hall there. Do you think it will show all the secret opera pictures of spring palace?"
"Brother Dei, look back on your own life and when you want to be successful." Kexun said.
"You lie in the manger and tell me the truth. I'll sit and cry to show you whether you believe it or not." Wei Dong said.
Two people strolled slowly towards the exhibition hall.
The exhibition hall is not very large, and there are no windows. Only a few dim yellow lights are on. The paintings are hung on the wall. In the dim light, the colors of each painting are very dark and thick, and it is difficult to distinguish them.
"You're right. It's really the secret opera of spring palace," sighed Ke Xun. "It's just that the lamp was blown out when people were playing secret opera."
As soon as the voice fell, the lights in the exhibition hall flickered for a few times, and then suddenly went out, and there was a total darkness in front of me.
“…… Do you want to cooperate with me and turn off the light when you say it is off? " Kexun's voice sounded in the dark."Shall we cooperate with each other? Who is going to play the secret opera?" Wei Dong is very in a mood to tease, "you should be gentle to others later."
"Thank you. I don't have straight men." Kexun said that he took out the mobile phone from his pocket, but he pressed it for a long time, but the screen did not light up.
"Dead gay." Weidong's clothes are ringing. It seems that he is also taking out his mobile phone. "Shit, the chain is off at the critical time. The electricity is full before going out. Now the dishes are off."
Kexun: wait, have you found something wrong
Wei Dong: "you say so I didn't find it. "
However, Kexun did not answer, and the dark exhibition hall suddenly fell into a strange silence.
Special, special quiet, like silence.
"That..." Weidong's voice took a little unnatural, "do you think this exhibition hall will be soundproof?"
A dilapidated and dilapidated Art Gallery has no money to clean up the creeper covering the exterior wall, so it has the money to make the exhibition hall soundproof?
What sound do you need for the art gallery? Do the secret opera pictures of spring palace make the sound of crackling in the middle of the night?
Wei Dong shivered and heard Ke Xun say, "absolutely not. Before the light goes out, I can still hear someone sneeze outside. Even if there is no one outside now, the open exhibition hall can amplify all the sound effects, and all kinds of noises will come in. But now, there is no sound. "
None of it.
How could that be possible.
Even if it is a quiet night, far away from the city's wild suburbs, there will be the sound of nature in the subtle sound.
But now, there is no sound at all. People are like being shut up in a vacuum closed space. There is no sound or light.
It's a little weird.
Silence and darkness are the source of all fear.
"Go out." Kexun's voice sounded calm, and he didn't mention that there was a problem with their mobile phones at the same time.
"Good." Wei Dong tried to relax his tone and pretended to know nothing.
As long as you don't tell the truth, you can hide who you are.
They walked in the dark for a while, but lost their sense of direction.
"It's not right. The exhibition hall is not so big. We should have hit the wall by this way." Kexun stopped.
"What Stop talking... " Wei Dong was afraid that he might reveal something, so he reached out and tried to pull him.
It was a cold arm at the tentacle.
"Damn it!" Wei Dong shook off his arm with a roar.
Did not wait to continue, suddenly in the dark "pa" to light up a bunch of white light.
“…… Is the light still voice controlled? " Keshan wondered.
"Cole..." Wei Dong's voice trembled at his side, "this light Where do you think it came from? "
Kexun did not speak.
Because he didn't know where the white light came from.
No light source, so out of thin air in the dark, not strong, even pale almost pale.
The white light fell on the wall, and in its light range, there was a picture.
Wei Dong discovered that the cold "arm" he had just pulled was the metal isolation column under the painting, which was used to keep the distance between the viewer and the painting, so as to prevent people from reaching out to touch the painting.
Between the two isolation columns, there is a note board to mark and introduce the painting.
Subconsciously, the two men looked up at the painting.
Like other paintings seen before the lights out, the picture is dark and fuzzy, with only a few faint outlines.
What's strange is that the picture of this painting seems to be more and more clear under the constant gaze of the two people.
It seems that someone is using PS to adjust the resolution and clarity of the image quality.
It's getting clearer and bigger.
Eh? Zoom in?
With a sudden blink of an eye, Ke Xun suddenly and infinitely magnified the painting with his action of closing and opening his eyes. The scene in the painting seemed to come to his face. An invisible aura was blown across his body, and the hair of his whole body was suddenly raised by electric shock.
In a flash, the air field disappeared in all directions behind him, like a hand that unfolded the drawing axis, with the end of the shaft spreading far away.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Kexun couldn't recover for a long time.
This - where is this?!
What's going on here?!
The scene in this painting is so real right now!
"No Not really... " Wei Dong's voice began to ring around him, "really or not I must still be dreaming It must still be last night. I fell asleep when I was tired of picking my feet. I haven't woken up yet. I must not wake up Crouching Kerl! ——Let's go to hell
When he failed in deceiving himself, Weidong called out in dismay.
Although Ke Xun was a student, he was not so confused that he couldn't tell the reality from the dream. He clearly realized that the place where he and Weidong are now are really not dreams or illusions.Really, it's reality.
Looking up, under the thick black night, there are dark clouds hanging in the dark. The fields are open, and half human tall withered grass is scattered on the wasteland. The air is full of smelly soil and dust. Not far ahead, there is a small village that looks very desolate.
This is just a part of the picture that just showed.
As for the other parts of the painting, Kexun had not had time to see it - or, he was subconscious and deliberate, and did not want to or did not dare to see it.
He only remembered what he had just seen in his afterglow Terrible things that shouldn't exist in this world.
“…… What can I do? " Wei Dong looks at Ke Xun in a helpless way.
Kexun was also leaning to see him.
Two people look at each other, not from Qi qituo mouth a exclamation: "lie trough!"
I can see that their original clothes have changed at some time. At the moment, one of them has a big and rough white linen trousers and coat, and the shoes on their feet have become straw sandals.
"-- what the hell is that?! Where's ADI? " Wei Dong's anger temporarily surpassed his fear. He turned around and looked around to find out who he wanted to talk to.
"Shh." Kexun motioned to Weidong to keep calm. Then he looked down at himself and raised his hand to take off the clothes which appeared inexplicably. However, he found that the inside of the linen clothes was his own body, and he would not hang if he took off.
More and more strange and uncertain feelings came to his mind. Ke Xun's throat was tight and he gave up taking off his clothes. He pulled at Weidong and said, "hurry up and find a way to get out of here."
Wei Dong shook his head and glanced around in panic.
Kexun looked back at his back. Behind him, there was also the withered grass in the wasteland, which extended to a dark and fuzzy place, just like the part of the painting with chaotic hues and low pixels.
Kexun was not sure where he would go back, but his intuition was always accurate - so he didn't think it was a good choice to go back. However, it was useless to stand in the same place and cry with Weidong, so he reached forward and said, "go to the village and have a look."
this is a story about the endless stream of terror, which is about escaping from danger and arousing handsome competition. Well, it's the so-called
a picture of the world, a touch of a handsome comparison.
Welcome to watch, enjoy watching!
Ask for the collection and messages of Xiaoxian's daughters, and he will hold them in their arms and hold them high.
After thinking about it later, Kexun felt that from the day he left home, there was something strange about it.
First of all, the Teddy of Uncle Li's house in the community did not rush up to hold his leg fiercely as usual after meeting him on a narrow road.
Then there was the middle door on the 13th floor of the building at the back. The window sashes were wide open, and two gray and white curtain cloths hung outside the window. From downstairs, it looked like two wreaths.
When Kexun looked up, he felt in a trance that someone was looking at him in the window, but the angle was not very real.
The whole body of the man was in the shadow, only a gray face vaguely behind the window sash, motionless. With the black window frame and two gray curtains, it looked like a black and white portrait.
The next thing is even more bizarre.
For example, he swept a bike sharing car on the street, and the seat of the bike fell off as soon as he stepped on the street. It was only one centimeter short that he became the first man to be shared on a bicycle day in history.
Another example is that when we meet at the appointed place with Weidong, the goods are not routinely late.
For example, before the two people start to wave, the blue sky and white clouds are just clear and the sky is clear. In an instant, the clouds cover the top and the rainstorm comes to the head.
"I knew it would be no good to come out with you, the thief." Kexun was looking for shelter from the rain.
"No, I counted last night. Today should be a lucky day. It's suitable to travel, to tease girls and to open a house." Weidong can't bear his head and is busy wrapping his mobile phone in his coat.
"You're pinching your toes." Kexun was not angry.
"What can I do? I'm the grandson of the Wei family. I want to carry forward this unique skill of foot pinching." Wei Dong habitually and Ke Xun poor two sentences, a point across the street, "there, the art museum."
Starry sky art gallery.
This art gallery is very old. The wall is covered with a thick layer of creepers, and the window is almost invisible. The gate is quite new, as if it had just been renovated recently. At the door, there is a billboard reading "the national tour exhibition of artists".
How many people really understand art? Even on weekends, there are only a few visitors in the gallery.
Most of them came in to shelter from the rain, just like Ke Xun Weidong.
A group of people gathered in the hall, either watching the rain or playing with mobile phones, but few people looked at the paintings.
"As soon as you come, you can go in and have a look." Weidong is too busy.
Originally, they didn't think about what to do when they made an appointment today. It was only because a V-letter called over from Weidong last night: "will tomorrow's waves be rough?"
Kexun: "wave."
And he ran out.
As two single dogs holding a group to keep warm, the usual arrangement on weekends is to meet at the old place first, and then go to where the waves are, meet the younger sister and raise the gay when meeting the gay girl. They just want to be one-sided and never leave each other in bankruptcy.
Ke Xun has never had any art germs, not to mention appreciating his paintings. Even his self portraits are distorted, and the picture is fuzzy. He can shoot the magic effect of six finger harp magic than a scissors hand. He is very handsome, and his face can be photographed as if he had failed in plastic surgery.
Wei Dong is one hundred Picassos better than him in this respect. However, Wei's classmate is also an art student. Although he finally engaged in one of the "top ten professions that most want to extend their hands on hairline" -- art designer, he does the wonderful work of killing art according to the requirements of clients every day, but somehow his original intention has not changed, and his desire to appreciate famous paintings still remains a little bit.
On cloudy days, they beat their children, and when they were idle, they trembled with rain and entered the second gate of the art gallery.
In retrospect, Ke Xunning was too busy to get hemorrhoids all over his body, and he did not want to step into this art gallery.
On the first floor of the starry sky art gallery, the paintings of the so and so painter are on display.
On the second floor, there are some paintings in the museum, including original paintings and imitations.
The two strolled to the second floor and lingered in front of several Western body paintings.
"I'm still a plump girl. I feel comfortable and feel good." Weidong smacked his mouth.
"First you have to have a sister." Kexun put his hand in his pocket and looked around.
Wei Dong reluctantly left the painting in front of him, looked around for a few times, and then pointed to the front: "there is still an exhibition hall there. Do you think it will show all the secret opera pictures of spring palace?"
"Brother Dei, look back on your own life and when you want to be successful." Kexun said.
"You lie in the manger and tell me the truth. I'll sit and cry to show you whether you believe it or not." Wei Dong said.
Two people strolled slowly towards the exhibition hall.
The exhibition hall is not very large, and there are no windows. Only a few dim yellow lights are on. The paintings are hung on the wall. In the dim light, the colors of each painting are very dark and thick, and it is difficult to distinguish them.
"You're right. It's really the secret opera of spring palace," sighed Ke Xun. "It's just that the lamp was blown out when people were playing secret opera."
As soon as the voice fell, the lights in the exhibition hall flickered for a few times, and then suddenly went out, and there was a total darkness in front of me.
“…… Do you want to cooperate with me and turn off the light when you say it is off? " Kexun's voice sounded in the dark."Shall we cooperate with each other? Who is going to play the secret opera?" Wei Dong is very in a mood to tease, "you should be gentle to others later."
"Thank you. I don't have straight men." Kexun said that he took out the mobile phone from his pocket, but he pressed it for a long time, but the screen did not light up.
"Dead gay." Weidong's clothes are ringing. It seems that he is also taking out his mobile phone. "Shit, the chain is off at the critical time. The electricity is full before going out. Now the dishes are off."
Kexun: wait, have you found something wrong
Wei Dong: "you say so I didn't find it. "
However, Kexun did not answer, and the dark exhibition hall suddenly fell into a strange silence.
Special, special quiet, like silence.
"That..." Weidong's voice took a little unnatural, "do you think this exhibition hall will be soundproof?"
A dilapidated and dilapidated Art Gallery has no money to clean up the creeper covering the exterior wall, so it has the money to make the exhibition hall soundproof?
What sound do you need for the art gallery? Do the secret opera pictures of spring palace make the sound of crackling in the middle of the night?
Wei Dong shivered and heard Ke Xun say, "absolutely not. Before the light goes out, I can still hear someone sneeze outside. Even if there is no one outside now, the open exhibition hall can amplify all the sound effects, and all kinds of noises will come in. But now, there is no sound. "
None of it.
How could that be possible.
Even if it is a quiet night, far away from the city's wild suburbs, there will be the sound of nature in the subtle sound.
But now, there is no sound at all. People are like being shut up in a vacuum closed space. There is no sound or light.
It's a little weird.
Silence and darkness are the source of all fear.
"Go out." Kexun's voice sounded calm, and he didn't mention that there was a problem with their mobile phones at the same time.
"Good." Wei Dong tried to relax his tone and pretended to know nothing.
As long as you don't tell the truth, you can hide who you are.
They walked in the dark for a while, but lost their sense of direction.
"It's not right. The exhibition hall is not so big. We should have hit the wall by this way." Kexun stopped.
"What Stop talking... " Wei Dong was afraid that he might reveal something, so he reached out and tried to pull him.
It was a cold arm at the tentacle.
"Damn it!" Wei Dong shook off his arm with a roar.
Did not wait to continue, suddenly in the dark "pa" to light up a bunch of white light.
“…… Is the light still voice controlled? " Keshan wondered.
"Cole..." Wei Dong's voice trembled at his side, "this light Where do you think it came from? "
Kexun did not speak.
Because he didn't know where the white light came from.
No light source, so out of thin air in the dark, not strong, even pale almost pale.
The white light fell on the wall, and in its light range, there was a picture.
Wei Dong discovered that the cold "arm" he had just pulled was the metal isolation column under the painting, which was used to keep the distance between the viewer and the painting, so as to prevent people from reaching out to touch the painting.
Between the two isolation columns, there is a note board to mark and introduce the painting.
Subconsciously, the two men looked up at the painting.
Like other paintings seen before the lights out, the picture is dark and fuzzy, with only a few faint outlines.
What's strange is that the picture of this painting seems to be more and more clear under the constant gaze of the two people.
It seems that someone is using PS to adjust the resolution and clarity of the image quality.
It's getting clearer and bigger.
Eh? Zoom in?
With a sudden blink of an eye, Ke Xun suddenly and infinitely magnified the painting with his action of closing and opening his eyes. The scene in the painting seemed to come to his face. An invisible aura was blown across his body, and the hair of his whole body was suddenly raised by electric shock.
In a flash, the air field disappeared in all directions behind him, like a hand that unfolded the drawing axis, with the end of the shaft spreading far away.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Kexun couldn't recover for a long time.
This - where is this?!
What's going on here?!
The scene in this painting is so real right now!
"No Not really... " Wei Dong's voice began to ring around him, "really or not I must still be dreaming It must still be last night. I fell asleep when I was tired of picking my feet. I haven't woken up yet. I must not wake up Crouching Kerl! ——Let's go to hell
When he failed in deceiving himself, Weidong called out in dismay.
Although Ke Xun was a student, he was not so confused that he couldn't tell the reality from the dream. He clearly realized that the place where he and Weidong are now are really not dreams or illusions.Really, it's reality.
Looking up, under the thick black night, there are dark clouds hanging in the dark. The fields are open, and half human tall withered grass is scattered on the wasteland. The air is full of smelly soil and dust. Not far ahead, there is a small village that looks very desolate.
This is just a part of the picture that just showed.
As for the other parts of the painting, Kexun had not had time to see it - or, he was subconscious and deliberate, and did not want to or did not dare to see it.
He only remembered what he had just seen in his afterglow Terrible things that shouldn't exist in this world.
“…… What can I do? " Wei Dong looks at Ke Xun in a helpless way.
Kexun was also leaning to see him.
Two people look at each other, not from Qi qituo mouth a exclamation: "lie trough!"
I can see that their original clothes have changed at some time. At the moment, one of them has a big and rough white linen trousers and coat, and the shoes on their feet have become straw sandals.
"-- what the hell is that?! Where's ADI? " Wei Dong's anger temporarily surpassed his fear. He turned around and looked around to find out who he wanted to talk to.
"Shh." Kexun motioned to Weidong to keep calm. Then he looked down at himself and raised his hand to take off the clothes which appeared inexplicably. However, he found that the inside of the linen clothes was his own body, and he would not hang if he took off.
More and more strange and uncertain feelings came to his mind. Ke Xun's throat was tight and he gave up taking off his clothes. He pulled at Weidong and said, "hurry up and find a way to get out of here."
Wei Dong shook his head and glanced around in panic.
Kexun looked back at his back. Behind him, there was also the withered grass in the wasteland, which extended to a dark and fuzzy place, just like the part of the painting with chaotic hues and low pixels.
Kexun was not sure where he would go back, but his intuition was always accurate - so he didn't think it was a good choice to go back. However, it was useless to stand in the same place and cry with Weidong, so he reached forward and said, "go to the village and have a look."
this is a story about the endless stream of terror, which is about escaping from danger and arousing handsome competition. Well, it's the so-called
a picture of the world, a touch of a handsome comparison.
Welcome to watch, enjoy watching!
Ask for the collection and messages of Xiaoxian's daughters, and he will hold them in their arms and hold them high.
