Tretyakov Museum of Fine Arts. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It's not a Monday, so it's open hours. For every building in the city, Boss Luo felt fresh, and naturally did not let go of this famous art museum.

After taking a positive photo here and sending it to the mobile phone of Ren Deputy Editor-in-Chief, today's task is considered to be completed - to report his whereabouts at least once a day and prove that it is good, which is the minimum condition for Boss Luo to travel and go.

"If you come to Tretyakov, you naturally have to look at the painting "The Unknown Girl". Yuye said from Luo Qiu's side.

Luo Qiu, who was looking at the brochure of the art museum, nodded and said, "One of the top ten famous paintings in the world, I am also curious. ”

With the exception of closed days, the Tretyakov Museum of Fine Arts welcomes visitors every day. In the midst of the crowd, the owner of the club and the maid simply passed through the security check and walked into the old building of the Tretyakov Museum of Fine Arts.

has always been a purpose, and then directly towards the goal, Boss Luo, who doesn't care much about the scenery on the road, didn't stop in front of any of the famous pictures.

Looking directly at the women depicted on the painting "The Nameless Girl" in the key area of the exhibition hall, Luo Qiu has a different way of appreciating it from ordinary people - you can feel the mood of the painter.

Many people believe that the woman depicted on the Unknown Girl is the protagonist of Tolstoy's Anna Karenina, but this is something that ordinary people cannot study. So some people think that this should be an unknown actor - it seems that only the author himself knows who she really is. ”

Luo Qiu listened to Youye's commentary - it was much better than the narrator in this area...... Locho refers to sound.

Of course, this can 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 loved this woman. ”

Suddenly, Yuya was interrupted by a group of tourists standing right behind them.

He has 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 Youye, who are more sensitive to vitality, this person is actually quite young, probably not more than thirty years old.

Suddenly accosted by the situation, Luo Qiu to the point where there is nothing displeased. He just looked at the typical Russian young man with the usual curiosity, and then asked interestingly: "How do you know that the painter is in love with his model?" ”

The hairy young man's gaze was on this painting—the focus of his gaze, and even his whole human thoughts, seemed to be out of the way. Even though he was able to respond to the questions around him, even though he knew who was around him, he felt like he was the only one standing in front of the painting.

It's a very rare kind of focus.

"I can feel it," he said. ”

The young man suddenly closed his eyes. His left hand was spread out in front of him, his thumb clasped slightly, and his right hand was raised at the same time, as if his fingers were grasping something—this was the gesture of painting.

He seemed to be saying to himself, not in response to anyone's question, "I can feel it." Every stroke, every stroke. When you write, when you hesitate...... It's so intense, it's so moving. ”

It seemed that he had made such a move not only to be more convincing than just to say it—his right hand was moving slowly through the air.

It's not like it's a painting pose...... It's that he's simply painting, painting in his heart.

But he was so focused that he didn't feel anything outside of him—his body was being set up by two museum guards, one left and one right, and dragged outward.

The young man did not resist, his eyes were still closed, he was still drawing something with a palette and a brush that did not exist in his hands.

"I'm sorry, this gentleman, miss, this guy just now, didn't bother you, did you?"

A man who looked like a staff member of the art museum approached Luo Qiu and Yuya and asked politely.

Luo Qiu asked softly, "Should he disturb others?"

The staff was stunned...... It's rare to find such an answer?

"No, no. This guy doesn't usually bother anyone, just us. The staff shook their heads and said helplessly.

Looking at the puzzled gaze of the oriental man in front of him, the staff said simply: "He was originally an employee of the art museum, but he was fired for making some mistakes." But this guy can still blend in every time...... Oh sir, you know, as long as you buy a ticket to come in according to the normal route, we are all welcome. But he snuck in on his own, so ...... You should understand. It's like a madman. ”

"You're busy. Luo Qiu nodded and didn't ask anything more.

The staff smiled and said, "Sir, you speak Russian so well......"

He wanted to praise it, but the guest with the oriental face didn't seem to be listening at all, but turned around very directly, looking at the famous painting that was treasured here.

Focus ...... Like the guy who had just been dragged out, the staff had the feeling that nothing could shake the guest's concentration at this time.

Damn it.

He suddenly felt a strange coldness, his whole body shivered inexplicably, and he walked away quickly with his head down.

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Day 3, right?

Oleg's home could smell a very strong smell of alcohol, even like the rancid smell mixed with his soul.

Because his whole person really looked like it was rancid.

Just Nikita's most intuitive feeling.

Nikita, who was wearing a new dress, suddenly remembered that Brother Oleg, who had always taken good care of himself, had planned to treat this big brother to a good meal today, but ......

"Oleg, what happened to you?" Nikita walked up to Oleg and looked at the drunk other party with a frown, "I went to the company, and the boss said that you haven't been to work for three days, are you drinking too much here?"

The drunken Oleg opened his eyes and burped, as if he recognized Nikita.

He struggled to prop his body up from the couch with both hands—but he didn't, and fell down again.

Nikita hurriedly bent down to help Oleg up, but Oleg's hands were groping on the table at this time, and beer bottles were swept down by his hands, "Give me some vodka." ”

"Hell," Nikita scolded, "You're not the Oleg I knew! You shouldn't be like this! What the hell happened to you?"

Oleg suddenly stopped.

He slapped his forehead hard, as if this was the only way to sober himself up. Oleg's eyes were larger, but bloodshot.

"You're right, I shouldn't be like this...... I'm going to find Anton Lear. Olegra took Nikita's arm, stood up with strength, and muttered, "I'm going to find him, find him, find him...... Where's my keys? Where's my car keys? Where are my keys?!!!"

The voices grew louder and furious, and they became more and more angry. Like a lion, he said, "Where's my key!!"

Nikita swore that if Anton, who had brought him wealth, was the strongest man he had ever seen, then Oleg was the most terrifying-eyed man he had ever seen.

"Brother, please tell me what happened to Antonlil?"

He ...... He's gone, missing. Oleg thumped his forehead hard, the 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? 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 originally very happy, but it seemed that he was not very happy.

Suddenly, someone barged in.

Five men with a tough body. (To be continued.) )