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As for the cause of the headache, he thinks it was probably because he was drinking too much last night...... It seems that in recent times, there has been a growing dependence on alcohol.

But he hadn't opened his eyes yet, just pressed his forehead softly with his hand, and sniffed at the dull, even a little stinky, smell that filled his surroundings.

The museum's salary was low, and the monthly purchase of paints, brushes, and drawing paper was a huge expense, and he could only rent a stuffy, dull basement like this.

"That's it?"

Looking up at the alarm clock placed in front of the bed, Yuri had to scramble to his feet and scramble on the floor for clothes to wear.

The clothes were all thrown on the floor like garbage...... That's probably the case for single men, and even more so for single and poor men.

He finally found a piece of clothing that didn't smell much, put it on his body casually, and opened the door to the basement where he was renting.

"A newspaper, a cup of coffee, a sandwich, a total of ......"

"Give. ”

Yuri took a bite of his breakfast as usual and got on the bus to the museum. The bus at this point actually found a place to sit, which made him feel a little lucky.

“...... The stolen "Nameless Girl" was officially hung up today, and the museum is also open as usual. ”

One night after opening the newspaper, Yuri was surprised to see such a side headline. But for what was written on the news, he was completely in a feeling that he had fallen into another world after a good night's sleep.

The date of the newspaper is correct, it is indeed today.

He subconsciously bit his lip...... Well, if you feel pain, you shouldn't be dreaming.

But.

As a working artist in an art museum...... Even though he was just the employee in charge of cleaning the exterior walls, why didn't he know about the theft of "The Nameless Girl"?

And...... Or did it happen many days ago?

"Hell!"

Yuri watched the contents of the newspaper all the way according to his temperament - "The Nameless Girl" was actually stolen by a very famous councillor in the city.

The police got the clue and found the stolen painting directly in the councillor's home. As for the method of theft, it was not reported.

Later, the police arrested the councillor, but during the transport, the criminal councillor was abducted with weapons, and the escaped prisoners and gangsters broke into a manor house in the suburbs and clashed with the owner of the manor.

The owner of the manor, in self-defense, shot three people to death, including the prisoner, Councillor Yefim. The stolen paintings have also been returned to the museum and officially reopened to visitors today......

"Hell ......"

Yuri really thinks what is written in this newspaper is nonsense...... With so much going on, he didn't remember it at all.

His head was still a little heavy, and he wondered if he had drunk too much last night to forget so many things.

But no, even if it's a fragment, there's no reason to forget that something has been happening for a while.

He subconsciously continued to rub his forehead.

The discomfort after waking up with a hangover lasted until the bus arrived, and it didn't get much better, but after Yuri arrived at the station, he was really in front of the museum, and saw many more tourists than before, waiting for the museum to open.

"...... in the newspaper It's all true??"

Yuri muttered and glanced at the time, and he realized that he was completely past the time to go to work...... To do this, he had to do what he often does, which is to get through a sewer outside the street of the museum.

It's just the right place to get to one of the museum's main entrances - of course, the exit is blocked in the morning. It's just that he's been cleaning here for a while, and he's stumbling upon this passage, so he's ......

Anyway, after that, even if he missed the time to go to work, he was never found to be late.

It seems like it's time to open the doors.

Before Yuri could get to the staff room to change into his work clothes, he was forced to hide by the influx of tourists.

"Yuri! You're here again!"

Just then, Yuri heard someone shouting his name - it was a staff member in the museum, and the name seemed to be ...... I forgot about it, I don't usually pay too much attention to it anyway.

"Ah...... I was going to change my clothes. But you see. Yuri pointed to the guests and said, "In this way, I have no way to get there." But I did come on time, you see, I'm already here. ”

The employee said indifferently: "I don't care if you're late or not, in fact, even if you're late, I won't care about you!

"What?"

"I said, you've been fired! Yuri, let me tell you, if you come in seriously, we won't care about you! But if you continue to get mixed in like this, we'll have to call the police next time!" the employee said, "Now, leave immediately! Don't drain the only feelings I have for you that you have ever worked with." ”

"You make it clear! What dismissal? Who dismissed? I was still at work yesterday! Why was I dismissed?" Yuri couldn't help but rush forward.

The employee took a step back in disgust, "It stinks...... How much alcohol have you drunk? Please, please walk down the street when you're sober!"

"Make it clear!"

The staff waved their hands at this moment, and two security guards suddenly came up, left and right, and dragged Yuri out of the museum.

"Let go of me!let go of me!!"

In front of the art museum, Yuri was pushed open by force, and one of the security guards said, "Let's go, let's go, don't let me see you again!" You say, how many times this month? Every time you pretend to stand in front of those famous paintings, thinking that you are really an artist? Who will look at the garbage you usually paint!"

"What did you say?!"

"Can you go?"

The two security guards puffed out their chests at the same time. Yuri was stunned and spat indignantly: "You guys are illegally laying off employees! I will definitely go to the labor department to sue you! Wait!

Yuri took a deep breath, turned and left hatefully, still in a sense of absurdity.

Before finally walking out of the museum, Yuri subconsciously looked back and looked at the newspaper he bought in the morning.

He suddenly crumpled the newspaper into a ball, threw it vigorously in front of the door of the art museum, and shouted, "Listen! One day, I will hang my painting in it!!"

......

"It's okay, oh...... Well, the current job is okay, rest assured, I'm in good health. Girlfriend? I don't plan to do it yet. Well, I see, Mother. ”

I haven't communicated with my parents back home for a while, right?

Yuri stood alone at the foot of an old building, silently listening to his family's nagging, "...... Okay, let's not talk about it, I'm going to get to work here. I love you, Mother. ”

Yuri tucked the phone into his belt...... He said that he would go to the Labor Department to sue the art museum, but in fact, this kind of thing is just a waste of time.

If you have the energy, it is better to find a new job as soon as possible...... This month's rent has not been paid.

The sky above Moscow is still so crisp, like when I first came here...... At that time, I still had a dream, right?

After using up the money he brought out from home, no one appreciated the works he peddled at home, and in the end he could only paint portraits of passers-by on the street to earn some living expenses.

I remember that most of the time before yesterday, when it was still cold and snowing, I slept on the street and almost froze to death.

With his hands in his trouser pockets, he walked aimlessly down the street, not thinking about the reason for his dismissal...... You need to think about how you will continue with your life in the future.

"Dreams can't be eaten. ”

Yuri doesn't remember who said that...... Maybe it's true that he has no talent, but he is supporting the so-called dream with an impulse.

And now, three meals are missing, food and clothing are weak, it is time to think about it...... It's time to think about it and give up on your dreams.

"This is ......"

I can't remember how I got to this place. Yuri stopped...... Perhaps because he was too focused on thinking about the problem, he actually came to this place again.

On the side of the old building with red bricks, Yuri stood like this for a long time, silently looking at the distorted urban pattern on the mottled wall.

It always feels a little ridiculous...... At that time, how did you keep insisting on painting here every day in such a cold winter?

It's just that he has an impulse to make up for the last lines that he finally gave up...... Anyway, today is also idle, and I don't have to work anymore.

Yuri found a stone on the ground, walked under the wall, and closed his eyes.

After a while, he began to move, using the water chestnut of the stone to mark light white marks on the wall.

When I gave up, it was almost done...... And now it doesn't seem to take much time to just add a few things that are missing...... It also seems like it took a long time.

"Like...... Something missing. ”

Suddenly, a slightly muffled voice came from behind him. Yuri subconsciously turned around and found that he didn't know when, there was a man behind him.

Wearing a cap and a mask, a full sportswear...... Probably someone who went for a morning jog. But he always felt that this man was a little as if he didn't know where he had seen it: "Are you?"

The morning jogger's mask shook a little, and he seemed to smile: "You, do you have a dream?"

"Dreams?" Yuri was stunned.

The morning jogger said, "Ah, you forgot. Last winter, I asked you why you didn't burn the charcoal off your hands to keep warm on such a cold day. ”

The memory opened suddenly, and Yuri smiled complicatedly, "Now, I think I'll burn the charcoal in my hand." ”

The morning jogger seemed stunned for a moment, then nodded and said softly, "In that case, it's a pity." ”

Yuri shrugged, looked up at the huge graffiti, and said indifferently, "Not necessarily. Anyway, no one will like this thing. ”

"I won't bother you. "The morning jogger was polite.

Yuri nodded subconsciously, and when he saw that the morning runner was about to turn around, he subconsciously stopped the other party: "Wait, can you do me a favor?"

"Is there anything wrong with this gentleman?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, Yuri always feels that the other party's voice is a little cold. But he didn't pay too much attention to it, "If you can, can you help me?"

"Fu?"

......

"That's right, a little left, a little more, okay, okay, that's it! Don't move!

Under the old wall, the morning jogger lent out his shoulder, and Yuri rode on his shoulder to allow himself to reach higher up the wall.

He pulled out some tubes of paint from his clothes. It's his habit, and he always carries some ...... with him At this time, he squeezed out a tube of paint and applied his finger to the upper left corner of the graffiti.

Tartrazine.

A round ...... A sun.

Twisted city on a bright yellow sun. The darkness and the sun are unusually weird...... But after letting go of Yuri, the morning jogger stared for a long time.

He suddenly whispered, "Sir, I think you're a little mistaken. That's not something that no one likes, at least I do. I think I've finally waited for it to be perfect. ”

Yuri smiled and said, "You're such a weirdo. ”

He shook his head: "I won't talk to you anymore, I'm going to find a new job, otherwise, I guess I won't even have charcoal next time...... Goodbye, it's nice to see you again. ”

"Sir, may I know your name?"

"Yuri, my name is Yuri. ”

"Do you like to draw?"

Yuri was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "I don't know much now. ”

The morning runner suddenly pulled open his shirt and took out a pen, "Give me your hand." ”

He wrote a phone number on Yuri's palm and told him, "I have a friend who likes to draw, you can talk about it." I, by the way, I suggest you can also learn from him. Well...... You can say that Vladimirovich, an old friend from his judo class. ”

"Judo?"

"I hope to be able to see your work in the future. The morning jogger said indifferently, "Mr. Yuri." ”

......

"It turned out to be a rich man. ”

Yuri looked at the phone number written on the palm of his hand and watched as the morning jogger finally got into a black car...... Isn't the driver a little too athletic?

It's supposed to be a bodyguard, right?

Yuri thought for a moment and felt that making this call didn't seem like a no-brainer, so he dialed the phone number in the palm of his hand.

"Hello, this is the Repin Academy of Fine Arts, I'm Professor Apleem, how can I help you?"

Yuri subconsciously reached out and patted his face...... Repin Academy of Fine Arts...... Former Royal Academy of Fine Arts...... Aprem ...... This is the authority of the fine art world!

"Vladimirovich...... Vladimirovich...... Judo?" Yuri's heart suddenly beat violently: "Could it be...... I'm actually riding on the ...... on the shoulder!!"

Yuri suddenly turned around and looked at the graffiti on the wall.

He suddenly felt that today might be favored by the god of luck.

"Hey, hello, hey, anyone?"

"Ah...... Hello, I'm here! I'm here! I'm called Yuri. Professor Apleem, I'm sorry to call you, it's like this, there's a ......"

......

......

Luo Qiu was softly reading the contents of the parchment scroll in his hand.

"One, let Mr. Yuri forget everything about you and Yefim, and restore his memory to before he knew you. Finish. ”

"Second, give him a chance to pursue his dreams...... Finish. ”

"Thirdly, let Mr. Yuri once again enjoy a maximum of twenty-five years of life...... Well, I'm sorry, Miss Anna, Mr. Yuri had already made a deal with us before this, and your soul trading money wasn't enough to buy his soul back, and he would only live for twenty-five years at most. ”

Gently rolled up the parchment roll in his hand, in this house that originally belonged to Oleg but was now easily occupied and temporarily lived, Luo Qiu looked at Anna in front of him with a smile, and said softly: "Excuse me, does the above already meet what you want, Miss Anna?"

"That's it. Anna nodded slightly.

It looks very calm.

It was so calm that it made no difference whether she opened her eyes or closed them—and she slowly closed her eyes, knowing what was waiting for her next.

Death...... The soul belongs to the other. She didn't know what the soul was like, but death.

But after waiting for a while, Anna didn't feel anything wrong with her.

This made her open her eyes in confusion.

"Miss Anna, there's something I'm curious about. ”

Luo Qiu asked softly: "You said that Ye Feim and the director of the art museum conspired to steal "The Nameless Girl" in the first place, and they actually used a kind of paint that will fade. Well...... Taking advantage of the daily maintenance of the painting, the owner quietly applied this special paint to the real painting and then hung it up again. This pigment is special in that it goes through two changes, from appearing to fading. ”

"Well......" Luo Qiu smiled and said, "It's normal when you hang it, but after being irradiated by a special light, the color appears, and the good painting becomes the same color as the bottom frame." It looks as if the real painting has disappeared. After that, as long as you report the crime, and then wait for the police to ask questions, you can take down the painting that only has a 'frame', and you will not know it......"

Anna said indifferently, "What do you want to say?"

"Nothing. Boss Luo walked away a few steps and came to the location of the living room.

An easel was placed here, and he lifted the canvas on the easel, revealing a painting of "The Nameless Girl".

"This ...... You got it out of the museum?"

"Nope. This is not the second painting "The Unknown Girl" painted by Mr. Yuri at the manor that now hangs in the museum...... It's the first one, the first one that Miss Anna auctioned at auction. ”

"No way, it's already been ruined by Yuri!"

"Well, I picked it up later and fixed it a little. Luo Qiu stretched out his hand and slowly wiped over the painting, he looked into Anna's eyes: "In the process of restoration, I found some very interesting things. I just talked about paints. ”

When the colors on the painting slowly dissolve and turn into a smudge, it looks like it has been washed by something.

The nameless girl is gone.

There was only one other woman on it, smiling...... The eyes are touching and the smile is charming.

"Yuri......"

Anna folded her left hand over her right hand, and her trembling hands were gently folded on her lips, looking at it as it was.

When a tear slid down, she could only be heard speaking softly in a choked voice.

"Thank you...... Loved me. ”

In the black and white, a little bit of color slowly spreads, not bright, not large, just a little.

But it was enough to fascinate Boss Luo and quietly admire it.

......

The ball of light of the soul, from Anna's forehead, slowly floated out, like a floating dandelion, and finally landed in Luo Qiu's palm.

Little by little, its brilliance converged.

"It's above the mark. ”

The maid who was waiting silently whispered beside her master with a smile on her face, "Congratulations to the master." ”

Luo Qiu seemed to be in a good mood, and with a smile, he picked up the painting from the painter and looked at it carefully, "When you go back, find a place to hang it, right?"

"Okay. The maid replied softly, and added, "It's a pity that Yuri has erased all his memories and hasn't had time to name it yet." ”

"Naming?" Luo Qiu was stunned for a moment, and then chuckled: "Isn't it already named? Look, who is it drawing?"

Hence the name of the painting.

"Anna". (To be continued.) )