Dressed in a well-tailored suit, well-groomed hair, and a straight and angular face, it seems to be carefully photoshopped, which is very attractive to people's eyes. Just sitting there quietly reading a book, but it is as eye-catching as a dazzling star.

Just as 9 out of 9 men like to look at beautiful women, women are most likely to have an appreciative interest in looking at handsome guys. In fact, although not obvious, several flight attendants appeared slightly more frequently around the man than normal. Although with their profession, they have really seen a lot of various celebrities, and it is said that they should have good resistance to handsome guys of all forms. However, the young man in front of him is just a simple silhouette like an oil painting under the master's hand, and his eyes are occasionally raised as if he is looking at the world like a god, with mockery and pity, and his otherworldly temperament is really impossible to ignore.

"Xiaomei, big handsome guy, you look so fascinated, don't you want to ask for a contact information? You're the youngest and most beautiful of us. An older flight attendant whispered fun to another woman who still looked a little studenty.

The student-looking flight attendant's face was slightly red, and she hurriedly waved her hand gently: "This is not a Korean drama, Sister Xinxin, don't be joking......" said that, she hurriedly walked to the side. It's just that not long after, the stewardess called Xiaomei unknowingly came to the man's side again.

The young man did not seem to know that he had attracted everyone's attention, but still looked down at the art magazine, as if the abstract picture in the magazine was the whole world. After staring at the page for a long time, the young man suddenly said, "Isn't this painting beautiful?" "The voice is gentle, with a distinctly magnetic nature.

"Huh?" Xiaomei, who was standing next to him, was caught off guard and was a little flustered for a while, as if she didn't expect him to talk to herself suddenly. Fortunately, after all, he has been carefully trained, and he is not too out of shape. After a little calm, I couldn't help but feel a little proud in my heart, as Sister Xinxin said, I am the most beautiful one after all. I didn't think about any development with the person in front of me, just chatting with a handsome guy is a pleasant thing after all. What's more, in the first class, chatting with passengers is one of their jobs.

Seeing that she didn't answer for a long time, the young man turned his face slightly sideways, and his eyebrows raised slightly.

Xiaomei, who was a little distracted, hurriedly replied: "It's very beautiful." ”

The man sighed, and looked at her with some hint of interest: "You can see, you don't understand this." ”

Xiaomei was a little embarrassed, and her face flushed slightly. Then he couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart, so he asked tentatively: "Sir, are you an artist?" ”

"Artists? No, no......" the young man laughed to himself, "I'm just an ordinary person, and I can't be called an artist." But I do have a friend called 'Artist'. He likes fire, he likes the color of death, and he's a very unique and funny guy. At this, the man's face showed a slight look of remembrance.

"Your friend? He must be famous, right? Xiaomei carefully looked at the face of the person in front of her, trying to capture the trace of tenderness that had just been revealed.

"In a certain circle, it is indeed very, very famous. It's just that the average person definitely doesn't know it. The young man smiled meaninglessly, and continued, "It's a pity that he was killed, and now his mind has been unclear, and he doesn't know when there will be any hope of recovery. As he spoke, the man raised his head slightly, and his tone was very emotional.

"Huh?" Xiaomei was slightly surprised, and after thinking about it, she comforted softly, "Sir, your friend Jiren Tianxiang will definitely recover soon." ”

"Lend you good words." The young man looked at her again. For some reason, Xiaomei suddenly felt that his eyes were not as gentle and harmless as they looked, and the depths of his eyes seemed to carry endless indifference and murderous intent. It's like the demon that occasionally appears when I have nightmares at night—the smell of sulfur mixed with my body, filled with the terrible smell of destruction and death.

Inexplicably felt a chill in her heart, and Xiaomei hurriedly threw this terrible thought out of her mind. The person in front of him is obviously a handsome guy who can't be more sunny, at most his eyes are a little cold, how could he think of these strange things? It must have been a lot of horror movies that I've watched recently, and I blame Sister Xinxin, what horror movies do I have nothing to watch by myself?

Thinking about it in a mess, looking at the young man again, he didn't seem to be interested in continuing to talk, but once again devoted himself to the magazine in his hand. Xiaomei's gaze followed his line of sight and fell on the magazine. On the header of the magazine, there is messy text that I can't read, and it's probably a headline or something. The painting above, as a whole, is dark red as the keynote, and the picture is full of strange and messy lines, and there is no rule to be seen, and at first glance it looks like it is just a child's graffiti. It's just that after staring at it for a long time, Xiaomei couldn't help but feel a little cold in her back, and some tyrannical impulses seemed to come up in her heart, and she inexplicably had an urge to kill.

What's wrong with you? Xiaomei hurriedly looked away, not daring to look at the painting again. At some point, the young man had already looked at her again, his gaze soft and gentle: "Do you like this painting?" Isn't this painting beautiful? The question was exactly the same as when he started talking, but he was swept by his gaze, obviously his eyes were very gentle, but Xiaomei seemed to feel as if she was being stared at by a devouring beast, and the whole person seemed to tremble a little.

couldn't help but shudder, Xiaomei tried to squeeze out a standard smile: "I don't understand." ”

The man shook his head slightly, turned his head, looked out the window and sighed softly, and stopped talking.

Xiaomei hurriedly left, but she walked a little unnaturally, feeling as if her calves were cramping. The woman's sixth sense seemed to be alerting her, urging her to hurry away from this man as much as possible. Seeing that there was something wrong with her expression, the elderly flight attendant known as Sister Xinxin came over and asked her in a low voice if something was wrong? Isn't that the man a well-dressed beast, what does he want to do to her? Xiaomei shook her head and said that she was just a little uncomfortable. Seeing that she was a little insincere, Sister Xinxin just nodded slightly, ready to wait until she was resting and then ask in detail.

The first-class cabin returned to its previous situation, but Xiaomei intentionally or unintentionally avoided the young man's position.

The plane stopped steadily at Minghai Airport, and the young man walked down the gangway, raised his hand to slightly shield himself from the dazzling sun, and whispered: "Such a beautiful city, I really want to do something......