Chapter 122: Cupid and Psyche

Xia Han walked downstairs to the dormitory, stopped, and let Xiao Youlin go up first. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I want to walk around ....... alone"

"You won't be unable to think about it....... Xia Han ......."

"No, it's fine. I just want to walk around alone. ”

Xia Han reluctantly squeezed out a smile, patted Youlin's shoulder, and turned away.

The car made it to the city center, and Xia Han wandered on the road alone. The noisy streets and noisy crowds in the city center, Xia Han wanted to get some courage from them. She tried to go shopping, to buy some clothes, or to find a good food store to escape the pain in her heart for a while.

It was as if everything didn't exist, but she couldn't. Even if you can divert her attention for a while, there will always be a moment when everything that makes her want to retch will come back in one go.

As he walked, Xia Han looked up and found that he had wandered to the Metropolitan Museum......

The doors of the museum are open, and there is still time to get off work, but it is clear that people are slowly walking through it, and there are very few people in the exhibition halls.

Xia Han walked in and went straight to the second floor. Rare tranquility...... There are many museums and art halls in France, and when he was a child, every time Xia Han went back to France, he would walk along the streets, and sometimes he came across some beautiful buildings, and he always liked to go in and have a look. Later, it turned out that those buildings were hung with beautiful paintings, some very strange, some very beautiful.

When he grew up, Xia Han could no longer leave the art museum.

As you walk slowly, you can admire the paintings on the walls on both sides, and try to immerse yourself in the paintings and forget everything. Suddenly, I saw a copy of Gerald's "Cupid and Psyche" hanging in front of me. Xia Han walked over.

"Gerald inherited David's concise art form, expressing mythological themes."

A man stood next to Xia Han, his steps so light that Xia Han didn't notice his approach at all.

Xia Han glanced back at the man, smiled slightly, and then turned his head again to continue admiring the paintings on the wall.

Seeing that Xia Han didn't speak, the man continued.

"But this painting is mixed with his longing for chaos......

"As a result, artists in the following decades have preconceived feelings about paintings."

Xia Han followed the man's words and whispered. The man smiled slightly, his eyes still resting on the painting.

"So...... What are your preconceived emotions? ”

Xia Han smiled and did not answer. The man pursed his lips slightly and continued, as if he was about to throw bricks and lead the way.

"If Psyche hadn't been so curious about Cupid's appearance, maybe they wouldn't have separated."

"Just because Cupid said to her that she can't see what she looks like? Just because Psyche violated this, Cupid could walk away without looking back. ”

Cupid had his reasons. If she really loves Cupid, only in the dark, why not? Cupid gave Psyche everything she wanted. ”

"If Cupid really loves Psyche, let her see it, let her know everything......"

Xia Han lowered his head and just looked at the painting with his spare eyes. The voice was silent.

"He didn't let you know what you wanted to know, did he?"

The man looked at Xia Han's head, and his voice became faintly lighter, so light that the air could dissipate.

After a moment of silence, Xia Han suddenly turned his head, chuckled, and looked straight at the man in front of him with bright eyes.

"Are you a psychiatrist? Why are there so many problems? ”