Ji Qianyu froze in place, completely unable to move, staring at the painting for a long time.

The painting, which is about to take shape, is stained with deep shades of blue. The silver moonlight illuminates the silent sea level, and a few silver-gray clouds float in the clouds, and the light veil is hazy and hazy in the sky, and a few stars are faintly visible in the shadows.

This painting is painted to this day, and it is basically time to finally call it a day, and only the last subtle touches are needed to sign the work and her name.

This is a work that she spent many days and nights to complete, witnessing the most important scene of her and Fu Yufeng to this day, it is one of the few beautiful dreams she has ever had, a hallucination that she does not want to be awake, and she wants to preserve that moment completely.

Now it was cut by some ugly lines full of the greatest malice, and she hadn't even shown it to Fu Yufeng.

She slowly raised her hand, pinched her nose and raised her head, and breathed hard and deeply.

In the early morning studio, the light shines obliquely through the dancing floating ash. Ji Qianyu stood between the workbench and the easel for a long time, suddenly picked up the paintbrush and palette, and rudely adjusted a dull blue, the brush was full of paint, and was about to erase it on the painting, but he stopped the pen in a close place.

She had forgotten what she wanted to do at that moment, maybe she wanted to cover the mess of threads with a darker blue, or maybe she wanted to paint her paintings with a dull color to destroy this failure even more completely.

However, she stopped at that juncture, and the brush was dipped in rich paint, and fell tremblingly into a full drop, and staggered to a deep dark color on the tip of the pen, and suddenly someone shook it so vigorously that even the paint and brush were thrown into the corner.

Ji Qianyu sat silently in front of the easel for a while, took out his newly bought mobile phone, and carefully took pictures of all the details on the picture.

Then she stepped out of the studio, locked the door behind her, and turned to walk in the direction of the school's monitoring room. The figure striding forward was against the light, and the back looked resolute and sonorous.

In this day and age, people always have to be under the surveillance of cameras, and even more so on campus, because of the dense flow of people, just in case, the monitoring equipment is also very neat. The academy's main monitoring room is on the top floor of the art building, three floors away from her small studio, in a small room on the rooftop. Usually in the school lost any wallet, picture folder and the like can go to the monitoring to find, the picture quality is clear, and the ins and outs of the future can generally be made clear.

Ji Qianyu pushed open the door and walked in with the wind, startling the drowsy uncle sitting in the monitoring room. Fortunately, although she is now angry, she is still quite conscious, and she briefly explained the ins and outs of the future, emphasizing that this painting should be exhibited at the school celebration. When the uncle heard this, he didn't dare to slack off, and he happily adjusted the monitoring for her.

Diagonally facing the door of the studio are two cameras, and now the two videos occupy the entire wall in two. She left the studio at half past ten last night, and it was clearly visible from the surveillance that she locked the door before leaving, and the time of the crime was locked in the nine hours of this night.

The camera was placed at a speed of sixteen, Ji Qianyu leaned down slightly, staring intently at the pictures in the two cameras, and his eyes really couldn't hold it before blinking quickly. Nine hours is not long or short, and there will always be a time to finish. The uncle followed her and watched the whole process attentively, raised his head and glanced at her with some doubts.

This classmate ...... It seems like no one else came close to this studio last night? ”

There was indeed no abnormal situation in the camera, Ji Qianyu pursed his lips and stared at the screen stubbornly in the uncle's puzzled sight: "Please put it backwards again." ”

This time she looked more closely, but there was still no different result than the last time. Uncle this time is obviously not as energetic as the last time, and patiently put her from back to front and shook his head helplessly: "Do you see it clearly this time?" No one really came in. ”

Unexpectedly, Ji Qianyu bit his lip, looked at the screen fixedly for a while, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

"What about the surveillance outside the window? What about the other floors? Can I go through them one by one? ”

"Eh, why are you so ...... little classmate" The uncle muttered a little unhappily, it's nothing to increase the workload, but I really didn't find anything, and this insistence is accompanied by some annoying stubbornness. However, her request was not completely vexatious, and after the uncle complained a few words, he still sighed and showed her the footage of several other cameras.

Again, nothing.

"This time you're dead, right?" The uncle looked at her and shook his head, "Are you sure your painting was really vandalized last night?" The surveillance didn't record anything, could it be your ......?"

Misremember, or grandstanding?

He looked at Ji Qianyu who was hanging his head, and paused, he didn't say this sentence in the end. After such a strict incident, although she seemed anxious and stubborn, she surprisingly maintained an astonishing calmness and sobriety, and the repeated repetition of repeated performances again and again without results could not make her eyebrows move for half a minute.

Such a student should not be.

So after hesitating for a moment, the uncle patted Ji Qianyu's shoulder comfortingly, and kindly reminded her: "You can also ask others if they have any clues, think about who you have offended, there is no time yet, otherwise redraw a ...... Today, there is a media interview in the school, and the school leaders and senior professors will come over in a while, don't run around, don't be anxious for a while, and cause any adverse effects to the school, it will be too much of a loss. ”

These two pats on the shoulder seemed to finally turn her stiff expression into a photo, Ji Qianyu glanced back, stood up, and responded politely, and the expression when she walked out of the monitoring room after saying goodbye was the same as when she came, such a futile did not compromise her calm and firmness, she went out of the door, leaned on the rooftop railing and looked below, and sure enough, several cars gathered at the gate of Jiang School, and people carrying photographic equipment were coming down from the cars.

She spent a lot of time in the monitoring room, and when she came out, the reporters who came to cover the school had already arrived. Ji Qianyu saw a bald old man with a bright head in the crowd, and took out his mobile phone to dial his number.

From her vantage point, she could see that the old professor and the others made a confessional gesture and took a few steps to the side with the phone. The phone was answered, and the professor's voice came from the other end of the phone kindly.

"Ji Qianyu? Call at this time, your painting is already finished? I'm at school right now, and you bring it to me at noon. ”

"I'm afraid I won't be able to hand in the painting." Ji Qianyu shrugged his shoulders and looked up at the clear and cloudless sky. The winter moon had arrived, and the breath was in the air to blur the warm white air, covering the expression on her face.

"Professor, the painting was scratched last night, I went to check the surveillance, the video has probably been processed, and I can't see anything unusual now."

She spoke in an unusually calm voice, and the old professor was stunned for a moment, almost thinking it was a clumsy joke. However, Ji Qianyu had already hung up the phone, and the pale prompt tone belatedly leaked a trace of decadence and pain.

Some people can't cry at all, even if they are so devastated by the oppression that they can't cry at all. Children who can cry have candy to eat, and Ji Qianyu knew from a very young age that he had always been isolated and helpless, and it was useless to cry, so it was better to retaliate with a tooth for a tooth.

Only this time...... Ji Qianyu was silent for a moment after hanging up the phone, picked in the photo album of his mobile phone, and picked the best angle of the painting he took in anger just now and sent it to him.

"I wanted to show you after I'm done, but now I have no choice but to ask you to see this."

After she finished speaking, she took a few deep breaths, resolutely walked to the small studio, opened the door, and picked up the palette and paintbrush that she had just thrown into the corner.

She is still unsure who she will retaliate against, and there are only three days left before the deadline.

In any case, the most important thing is to rush out another work to submit the manuscript first, and she is not overly concerned about the exhibition quota for the school anniversary, but she can't live up to the rare opportunity that the old professor has worked so hard for her.

It has always been difficult for her to refuse the kindness she has reached out to, even if the other party is just an unintentional move, she has always cherished it.

She plugged in her headphones and picked up her paintbrush.

For a painter, there is little point in reproducing his own work. Rather than repainting the painting, she adjusted the rich dark color, changed the brush, and after a few seconds of contemplation, she began to improvise.

The sound of "Waltz of Death" in the headphones is grotesque and intense, and it is hard to imagine that the piano can make such hysterical sounds. She squeezed her brush intently, drawing seemingly jumble lines on the sketch paper with the sound of trembling music, several bars arranged under her easel by thickness, soft and hard, and from time to time she replaced one with great speed.

This is her best style of epiphysiological, distorted, abstract, exaggerated, grotesque, handed down from the Nordic painting scene of the last century, showing the turbulent unrest and chaotic mania on the canvas. Ji Qianyu pursed his lips, he didn't know how long he had been painting, and suddenly a strong palpitation rose.

This made her finally stop painting and return to reality. Ji Qianyu paused for a few seconds, and suddenly reacted to what the intermittent piano pause in the headphones was just now, and quickly took out his mobile phone to watch.

Fu Yufeng called her several times, and she was too focused just now to be aware of it.

She stared at her phone for a few seconds, then quickly dialed it back.

The voice rang in vain for a moment, and hung up until no one answered. The strong palpitations became more and more obvious, and she was able to calmly check the surveillance in the face of the ruined paintings, but this time she couldn't even wait for the time to dial again.

As if a ghost made a god, Ji Qianyu looked out the window.

In order to better and more meticulously paint the effect of light and shadow, the windows of the studio are wide and bright. She sat by the window and glanced out to see the fountain pool and the small square in front of the school's main entrance. The trees by the window are still green, and the leaves are sparse in winter.

She looked through the scattered leaves.

Fu Yufeng was surrounded by the media's long/short guns, standing thin, almost buried.