Fang Liuge walked in, and the strange thing was that the other party didn't stop the dog Batian behind him.

In order to avoid exposure, the dog's equipment has long been packed in the carry-on bag.

The dog raised his head and walked in openly.

"The people here seem to have big hearts and believe in my identity so easily. ”

Fang Liuge secretly slandered.

But it's so easy to get in, and it's a lot less effort.

Fang Liuge, who was standing outside the door just now, was thinking in his mind, if this person still refused, what if I broke into the door?

Or break in?

The person who opened the door was walking in front, and there was a chill behind him for no reason.

He glanced up and couldn't help muttering: "The air conditioner is not turned on, how can there be a sudden chill, it's really strange." ”

The area of the whole house is not small, Fang Liuge glanced at the living room on the left and the kitchen on the right, and roughly calculated, it was about two hundred square meters.

The person who opened the door walked into a room with Fang Liuge, and there was a middle-aged man drinking wolfberry tea in his hand.

The tea was still steaming, and the middle-aged man's glasses were accidentally covered with a layer of mist.

He put the cup to his lips, shook his head slightly, and carefully blew out the breeze so that the tea, which was almost full to the brim, cooled down and did not spill out a little.

Seeing Fang Liuge, the middle-aged man took a sip of tea, then put down the cup, stood up and asked, "Listen to you shouting outside the door just now, you are Wang Hua's student?"

"Well, yes, but he's been busy lately, so he recommended me to come here. ”

Fang Liuge replied politely.

"What is he doing now?"

The middle-aged man beckoned Fang Liuge to sit down and waved his hand to let the man out.

He now works as a painting teacher at a tutoring institution. That's where I met him. ”

"He is not much older than me, and he usually doesn't let me call Mr. Wang, saying that he seems to be angry. ”

"Recently I had to make up a lot of lessons, he didn't have time, and the other teachers couldn't spare time, so I came here. ”

Fang Liuge replied very fluently, so that the middle-aged man couldn't find a trace of fault.

"He told you the rules for coming here for classes. ”

The middle-aged man picked up the cup and took another sip of tea.

"Listen to the class for an hour first, and in any case, you can't leave for any reason. ”

Fang Liuge replied with a serious face.

"Well, it's good to know, how long have you been learning to draw?"

The other man asked, glancing at his hand.

Fang Liuge was a little nervous for a moment, but he still explained quietly: "I chose painting purely as a hobby. ”

"Because of my work and taking care of my dog, I didn't take a few classes in between. ”

"Later, there was a new girl in the company who liked to draw, so I wanted to learn some painting skills as soon as possible. ”

The man smiled: "Young people are energetic, young men study hard, people like you have a great future, hahaha." ”

Then he handed Fang Liuge a business card and said, "My name is Yao Zhixiang, and I am the person in charge of this institution. ”

"Regarding the tuition, it's not too late to pay after the audition, rest assured, our teachers are very strong, and you will definitely enjoy this course. ”

Yao Zhixiang smiled confidently.

Because Fang Liuge had no foundation, the agency made another arrangement for him.

After another ten minutes, after the student has finished class today, he will be tutored one-on-one by the best teacher.

Fang Liuge looked at these people who came out of the next room, all with a strange look on their faces.

Some rejoiced, some sad, some cheerful, some depressed, some laughed, and some sobbed.

However, everyone's eyes were empty, as if their souls had been drained, and only a walking body remained.

Fang Liuge felt that something was wrong, and involuntarily swallowed his saliva.

After all the students had gone out, a middle-aged man in long blue sleeves appeared at the door of the room.

He beckoned to Fang Liuge, who was resting on the sofa in the living room.

It is a classroom, or more precisely, a large bedroom converted into a bedroom, covering an area of nearly forty square meters.

After entering, next to the door to the right hand side is a chair for teachers and staff, on which Yao Zhixiang is sitting.

On the left-hand wall, there should have been a large LCD TV, but now it has been replaced by a whiteboard.

On the right side is the bed, the wardrobe is full of drawing boards and stools, and the ground around it is lined with hastily packed paint.

Fang Liuge took out paper, brushes, and paints from his bag. I found a place with a good view, put the paintings on the easel aside, and put my own white paper again.

At this time, the middle-aged man in front of the whiteboard introduced himself: "Hello Zhao, my name is Zuo Hua, and I am your trial teacher. ”

Fang Liuge greeted the teacher very well.

After Zuo Hua asked some basic information, he began to attend the class officially.

What is puzzling is that he did not explain the basic theory, but directly began to draw on the whiteboard.

Fang Liuge, who felt that something was wrong, looked at Yao Zhixiang on the side, but Yao Zhixiang just signaled to let him listen to the class with peace of mind.

Fang Liuge listened patiently, he wanted to see what this painting society was doing.

In less than ten minutes, Zuo Hua had completed a simple painting, a landscape painting with a farmhouse in the center, surrounded by a grassland, and in the far distance, a lush forest.

It was when Zuo Hua asked about his hobbies just now, and Fang Liuge said that he liked his favorite grassland farmhouse.

As Zuo Hua gradually colored, the painting began to slowly exude vitality, as if it came to life.

Fang Liuge only felt that he was getting closer and closer to the painting, getting closer and closer, and when he came back to his senses, he was already standing next to the hut!

His back was cold, his hairs stood on end, and cold sweat broke out.

Looking at his hands, which could still move with his consciousness, he couldn't believe what was in front of him.

I'm in the painting!

Fang Liuge trembled and stretched out his hand and touched it on the wall of the farmhouse, and the real touch made him shrink back suddenly.

"Wait a minute, I'm in the middle of the painting, and they're outside the painting, if they're rummaging through my bags at this point......"

Fang Liuge turned his back to the outside of the painting, his eyes showing a deep sense of worry.

He faced the forest in the distance, making his expression invisible to outsiders.

Pretending to enjoy the vista his mind was racing, "I have to get out right now." ”

"But how do I get out?"

"I don't know the reason for the painting, and it's probably not at all, that the people in the painting are completely controlled by the supernatural. ”

A flash of inspiration flashed in Fang Liuge's mind, and then he slowly lowered his body, sat on the ground, turned his face sideways, and looked at the scenery in front of him with a wistful expression, as if he had completely integrated into the painting.

Time passed little by little, and the sunset in the distance seemed softer and more touching in the clouds.

The breeze gradually rises and blows through the grassland, forming waves and the air exudes an intoxicating natural scent, refreshing the heart.

When the moon hung high on the branches, Fang Liuge changed from sitting to lying, looking up at the starry sky, his expression was peaceful, and there was an indescribable comfort.

The moon was setting and the sun was rising, and it was already the second day, and his gentle eyes gently swept every corner, as if he had fallen in love with everything in front of him.

At this moment, Fang Liuge was pulled back into the real world.

He looked out the window at the traffic, revealing a hint of impatience and boredom.

It's easy to show impatience with the real world.

"Mr. Zhao, how do you feel?"

Yao Zhixiang asked.

"Mr. Zuo's painting is so good, it makes me feel as if I am in the scene, and I have spent a day and night in it. ”

Fang Liuge said happily, and at the same time glanced at his watch quietly.

Sure enough, less than half an hour had passed. ”

"Obsessed with paintings, forgetting oneself. ”

"Is that why those people have hollow eyes and dark circles under their eyes?"

"Different people have different dreams, so it seems that this teacher Zuo should have many paintings. ”

"It's true that you can improve your ability to paint by entering the painting and appreciating the mysteries, but it won't take long for you to become addicted to hallucinations. ”

"But they didn't try to make too much money to teach, and there were no coercive incidents in the process. ”

"Don't make profits, don't make pictures, if you want power, you have already changed a batch of targets. ”

Fang Liuge's eyes flashed, and he had a bold guess!

"This person wants to build a fantasy village that satisfies the masses through the beautiful fantasies of ordinary people, and he wants to create his own utopia!"