Castle and tomb, what kind of mixed blood, the dog looked confused, so he asked the skin to send more articles, the skin said that he also felt that this article was also very messy, but after reading this article, I always felt that the author seemed to reveal something, the dog looked at the unconscious fat man, it is certain that the fat man must have been hit by the trick of the tomb, and he must figure out the origin of this tomb, so as to better save the fat man. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I found that the room was very tall and wide, and the windows were narrow and pointed, so high that they could not be reached by the pitch black oak floor. A few faint rays of red light shone through the lattice glass, illuminating the more conspicuous objects in the four corners clearly. However, the far corners of the room, the recesses of the carved vaults, could not be illuminated in any way. The walls are covered with dark draperies. There is a lot of furniture, but almost all of them are uncomfortable and outdated and dilapidated. Books and musical instruments were scattered all around, but they didn't add any life to the room. All I smelled was sadness. Everything around us is shrouded in a gloomy, deep, irretrievable melancholy. The dog read the article, his focus is on the layout of the house, the dog has learned feng shui, the layout of the castle in the article, no matter how you look at it, it is inappropriate, but foreigners may not pay much attention to feng shui.

Su Anxin is a mixed race, he is lying upright on the sofa at the moment, and when he saw me enter, he immediately got up and greeted me warmly and cheerfully. At first I thought that this enthusiasm had gone too far, and that it was nothing more than the artificiality of the misanthropy, but I glanced at his countenance and was sure that it was sincere. We sat down, and for a while, he didn't say a word. I looked at him with half sympathy, half awe. I believe that no one has become so powerful like Su Anxin in such a short period of time.

It took me a lot of effort to come to terms with the man in front of me as my childhood friend. However, his facial features have always been unusual. His face was like ashes; But it's seldom vibrant, unremarkable; The hair is soft and thin, sparse like a cobweb; With such facial features, I have a feeling that I don't know each other. The frighteningly pale complexion in front of him, and the deep fear in his eyes was very unsettling.

The dog lowered his head to look at the fat man, the fat man was not as good-looking as Su Anxin in the text, but he was the same as Su Anxin described, with a pale and terrible complexion, and his eyes revealed uneasiness and fear. In order to find the cause of the fat man, the dog continued to read the article:

"From the very beginning, I sensed that my friend's every move was neither coherent nor coordinated. I soon found that his nerves were extremely tense, and I could see that the perverse fear had taken hold of him. "I'm going to die," he said, "I'm sure I'm going to die on this pathetic stupidity." Yes, that's how to die, there is no other choice. I'm afraid of what is going to happen, not the thing itself, but the result. The thought of what was going to happen, even the slightest thing, made me nervous, unbearable, and I couldn't help but shiver. Truth be told, I have no hatred of danger, except in the uneasiness of being in the state of its absolute influence -- in this pitiful situation, I feel that the time will come sooner or later, when I will lose my life and my mind in the hallucinations of fear. ”

In addition, from time to time I learned from his intermittent and ambiguous hints of another mental peculiarity. He couldn't get rid of the superstitious view of the house that he had not dared to leave for many years. He said that the outward and physical characteristics of his family's mansion had taken a toll on his psyche as a result of his long enduring period. He couldn't get away from the influence. The appearance of the gray walls and towers, reflecting the dark and dreary waters of the gray walls and towers, all affected his mental state. In imagining the impact of this impact, he used too vague words for me to repeat.

Although he hesitated repeatedly, he admitted in the end that retrospectively, the peculiar melancholy that tormented him so much came from a more natural and obvious reason, that is, his beloved sister has been seriously ill, and I don't know that Su Anxin has a sister, and I have never heard Su Anxin say it, but since he said it, I didn't refute it, but later I realized how terrifying it was that I ignored it.

For the next few days, I stayed, but I never saw Su Anxin's sister. During that time, I was full of enthusiasm and tried to find ways to alleviate my friend's grief. We would draw together, read books together, or I would listen to him improvise playing the six-stringed piano with tears in his eyes, as if I were in a dream. And so, we became closer and closer. The more intimate I became, the more I learned about his inner world, and the more painfully I realized that all my efforts to please him were in vain. The sorrow in his heart seemed to be innate, and it never ceaselessly emanated, enveloping Daewoo, and the whole spiritual and material world was gray.

Anxin and I have spent many solemn moments alone. It will be a memory for the rest of my life. But if I want to say that he made me sink into it, or what he led me to study, I really can't say how ugly he is. An active and extremely disturbed mind casts everything on a sulphur-like sheen. His long, long riffs of improvised elegy will eventually stay in my ears. These paintings are still vivid and vivid, but I can't describe them vividly in words. The composition of his paintings is extremely simple, with naked faces, which are truly naturally carved, which is both attractive and intimidating. If there is anyone in the world whose paintings have their own true meaning, it can only be Roderick.

Among my friend's phantom ideas, one is less abstract and may have resorted to words, though perhaps not in place. The painting is small in size and depicts an interior scene, either a cellar or a tunnel, which extends infinitely in a rectangular shape. The snow-white walls are low, smooth, with no patterns and no traces of peeling. Some of the foils on the picture suggest that the cavern is deep underground, and although it is extremely wide, there is no exit, no torches, or other artificial light sources, but the intense light is rolling in waves, and the whole picture is bathed in a terrible light that is out of place.

As I mentioned above, he had a sick sense of hearing, and could not stand hearing anything but some string sounds. Maybe it's because he only plays the six-stringed piano that he plays so empty and grotesque. But his impassioned and fluid riffs can't be attributed to that. As I have previously tactfully pointed out, it is only in moments of extreme excitement that he is extremely calm and highly concentrated, but perhaps because he is of mixed Chinese descent, he once played a song with a very oriental flavor: (To be continued.) )