After breakfast, Phyllis personally took Wei Xiu to visit this castle with a very different style. This castle is a typical stone castle built with local materials, and depending on the degree of weathering of the sedimentary rocks that make up the castle body, it is difficult to knock down a stone that contains ancient fossils worth thousands of gold.

The castle is very old, but it is not old, because the modern traces are very obvious, not to mention the exterior walls are completely painted and whitened, but the interior walls have also been heavily hollowed out, and modern facilities such as air conditioning and lighting are installed.

However, in general, the flaws are not hidden, and on the whole, the ancient history of this castle is still very strong.

If such an ancient castle had been placed in the past, Wei Xiu would definitely have watched it with relish, but this time Wei Xiu seemed a little careless.

In this slightly eccentric atmosphere, Phyllis followed Phyllis through a low hallway, and then suddenly entered an ultra-modern hall with polished wooden panels, walls inlaid with natural marble, and a large number of display stands neatly arranged among the marbles.

When Wei Xiu inadvertently swept over these display stands, Wei Xiu was stunned, couldn't help but stop, and turned his head to look at a painting in front of him in a daze.

This is an oil painting, the picture is distorted, full of lines, faintly Wei Xiu seems to be able to see a humanoid abstraction that looks like a man and a woman, stretching out his arms and roaring to the sky, as if struggling again, the lower body of the figure is full of lines, like endless hysteria and cannot break free from the shackles.

This is a modern painting, the age of carbon 14 detection can be a hundred years, but Wei Xiu's heart is full of infinite shock, this shock is difficult to describe in words, just like a difficult traveler suddenly finds that there are still people who understand his tired and painful objects, full of emotional resonance.

"Do you understand?" a soft voice sounded in Wei Xiu's ears.

Wei Xiu seemed to be unaware, looking at the oil painting blankly, and shook his head blankly for a while, his eyes suddenly blurred, and a line of hot tears slowly flowed.

"You can read it!" the words did not change, but the tone changed.

Wei Xiu finally came back to his senses, and hurriedly wiped his tears, not wanting to hand over a snow-white silk handkerchief next to him, Wei Xiu took it and wiped away the tears that were out of control.

When wiping away his tears, Wei Xiu was suddenly stunned, and suddenly raised his head, at this time, in front of him, who was the purple-eyed angel standing not last night?

Wei Xiu was stunned, looked at the handkerchief in his hand, thought for a while, put it back in his pocket, and said: "How can I understand the works of Pablo Ruiz Picasso? ”

The purple-eyed angel's eyes lit up slightly when he heard Wei Xiu's words, but he didn't expect that this black-haired young man who didn't look amazing could understand the artistic conception expressed in this painting at first sight, so that his emotions were out of control. Later, the painter who broke this oil painting obviously has a very high level of appraisal for the art of painting.

You must know that this oil painting has absolutely not circulated to the outside world, and there are definitely no more than ten people in the world who have seen this oil painting in person, including the cleaning servants of this collection room.

The purple-eyed girl smiled and didn't speak, not knowing what she was laughing at, but Wei Xiu suddenly felt a hot feeling on her face, it was an embarrassment that the lie was exposed.

Wei Xiu was not embarrassed that he didn't understand this painting, in fact, the moment he saw this painting, he was really shocked by the artistic conception of this painting. What embarrassed Wei Xiu was that it was not his ability to recognize this painting as Picasso's original handiwork, but to rely on the data comparison of explorers.

Regarding explorers, Wei Xiu's mentality has gradually calmed down when he was in Shashi, in this era of class solidification and class reversal, the world has never been fair, so he figured out too many things at that time.

For example, the explorer has become a part of it, and it has become his advantage over most people, just as the children of a rich man are born with wealth that leads most people.

However, now Wei Xiu is embarrassed, which is an unconscious feeling of inferiority in the face of the person he loves.

The purple-eyed girl in the day seems to have lost the feeling of loneliness at night, and there is an unknown lively trait on her body, and the girl walks towards Phyllis with a smile.

Phyllis looked at the purple-eyed girl with a pampered face, patted the girl's shoulder intimately, and then lowered her head and said something in the girl's ear, the posture looked extremely intimate.

Wei Xiu looked at the two people with grinding ears and temples with a gloomy expression, lowered his eyes slightly, and his mood suddenly calmed down, a helpless calm.

At this moment, Phyllis, who had whispered to the purple-eyed girl, spoke: "Mr. Wei Xiu can see through the owner of this oil painting at a glance, and his eyesight is really amazing. ”

After speaking, Phyllis touched the black hair of the purple-eyed girl dotingly, then smiled at Wei Xiu and turned to leave.

However, Wei Xiu, who heard Phyllis's words at this time, was stunned, and an incredible ecstasy suddenly appeared in his heart, and his tone suddenly trembled a little: "You are ...... Angel?"

The purple-eyed girl looked at Wei Xiu, who seemed to be a little excited, with some surprise, and nodded inexplicably: "Yes, well, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Angel, you should be Wei Xiu!"

At this moment, Phyllis pushed open the white door of the collection room, and a ray of early morning light playfully slipped in through the crack in the door, sprinkled at the feet of the purple-pupiled angel, and under the reflection of the light on the floor, it gilded a dazzling halo for the fairy posture, so Wei Xiu's pupils dilated, and the corners of his lips curled up uncontrollably.

"I'm Wei Xiu...... How can your hair be black?" Wei Xiu asked stupidly.

"Because my mother's hair is black!" Angel said as a matter of course, blinking her purple eyes looking unusually innocent and innocent.

Wei Xiu smiled, smiling happily.

The purple iris itself is an extremely rare physique that can only be produced by a Eurasian mixture, since it is a Eurasian mixture, inheriting the black hair of Asians, so why not?

Just when Wei Xiu showed a cheerful smile, the man who loved Angel's father the most, burst into tears when he stepped out of the collection room to face the bright morning sun, his old eyes were full of desperate sorrow, his body exuded infinite sadness, and his body became more and more rickety, so that the footsteps behind him stumbled more and more, and he staggered and needed the help of the housekeeper.