Alpha had been staring at a wall for a long time, and it was empty except for a sign with the name of the work and the name of the writer.

"Sunflowers, Van Gogh." Alpha whispered, "There really isn't any." He was separated just now because of a quarrel with Gu Xiaoxiao, and his anger made him leave quickly, and when he calmed down and found out, he realized that he was going in the opposite direction and walked back again.

Ah Fa didn't understand why he had become more and more in love recently, and his former look was gone with the coexistence with Gu Xiaoxiao.

Is this good or bad?

Maybe I really should have stepped up and carried out the plan that Barberet had put into practice.

Alpha subconsciously stopped when passing by the exhibition area of Van Gogh's paintings, thinking about the disappearing "Sunflowers", as the angel who guarded the city, he inevitably had some doubts in his heart, the thief just now should be ......

He shook his head, trying to shake off all the thoughts he had just made, "I still don't want to be nosy...... "I feel like my old self."

As my gaze wandered, I accidentally swept over a painting, which was hanging next to "Sunflowers", and what jumped into my eyes was a completely different world from "Sunflowers".

First of all, the starry sky, which is highly exaggerated to the point of deformation, is actually a tragedy that shouts a strong shock and spiritual hallucination in a churning and undulating posture like waves and flames. Then there is the nebula, contained by the melancholy that has turned into the firmament, the great, curling and rotating natural thing, which flows continuously and rapidly, to confess that it is also a creature with intense emotions. And the village that seems unusually quiet underneath is like an isolated world, in other words, it is actually isolated from the village.

Alpha stared motionlessly, his gaze swirling with the waves on the absinthe-colored picture, and the dusty emotions in his heart were pulled out, and the dark fragrance surged.

He could see the orange-yellow moon emerging from the eclipse, and he could hear it say to the exaggerated mass of starlight swallowed up by the stars—God was the beacon in the eclipse.

Thick paints swirl up, and heaven and earth dance a sparkling waltz on the trajectory of the brush's powerful beating. Sensitive, turbulent, crazy, dazzling, passionate, Afa's entire body and mind are occupied by these emotions, helping him vent his irrepressible warm emotions without authorization. And the cypress tree, which rolled up to the clouds, told him with the momentum of a huge black tongue of fire that this restless and frantic feeling could break free from the shackles of gravity, pass through the flying nebula, and pierce straight to the other side of the turbulent sky.

Alpha breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling, and he glanced at the words on the sign, then turned and sprang in the other direction, which was the one where the Last Supper was hung.

Na, Gu Xiaoxiao...... I want to live with you forever in every "Starry Night" in the future.

"Hey!" The man's high-pitched voice broke into Afa's thoughts that were about to burst out, and Afa stopped and looked back, and what caught his eyes was the person he didn't want to see the last time - Xu Xinyang.

"I have something to say to you." Xu Xinyang walked slowly towards him.

****

Gu Xiaoxiao didn't know how long she had been asleep, and when she slowly opened her eyes, a magnified face with a snooping expression could be seen.

"You're finally awake."

"Ahh

Two voices, one calm and one flustered, almost at the same time.

Gu Xiaoxiao got up fiercely, but his head was drowsy because of drunkenness, and he had to fall down again, "It's so painful." The back of his head hit the hard platform beneath him.

"Is your head made of marble? Ha ha! Why is it so hard? Michelangelo habitually quipped.

"Luo Luo, if it weren't for the fact that you have created so many peerless works, I would have beaten you as a genius a long time ago!" Gu Xiaoxiao rubbed the back of her aching head, looked around and found that there were only two people, her and Michelangelo, so she asked curiously, "Anyway, why are there only two of us?" ”

"Genius? This is a bit shallow. Michelangelo scoffed, but it was only a natural exposure. Xiao tilted her head to look at him, compared to those who hide their heads and leak their shadows, and keep their heads in obscurity, maybe she has a better impression of Michelangelo like this!

"Kiki went to find your boyfriend, who made you so drunk!" Michelangelo calmly uttered earth-shattering words.

"He's not my boyfriend!" Xiao Xiao kept waving his hand, shaking his head in order to increase his persuasiveness, and tried his best to deny this statement, for fear that Alpha would displease him if he heard it.

"The little couple quarreled, I understand!" Michelangelo's eyes squeezed at Xiaoxiao, but it created the illusion that something was going on.

"Not really! Don't talk nonsense! I'm begging you! Zhang Huang was at a loss and hurriedly moved.

"I'll have good things for him when he's here in a while, don't be too grateful to me!" Michelangelo's sly smug face made Xiao Xiao sincerely frightened.

"Bell, bell, bell...... You see! Michelangelo spread out da Vinci's notebook in front of his little eyes, and saw an extra page of sketches on it, the appearance of a girl who was asleep.

Looking closely at the blue rose pearl necklace around the girl's neck, I can tell that the unkempt and uninhibited person in the painting is herself.

"Hey!" Xiaoxiao snatched the notebook from Michelangelo's hand, looked at it closer, and screamed from time to time: "When did you draw?" What is this drawing? ”

"Oh! That's what you say...... It's saliva! Michelangelo explained excitedly, then pouted, "You can't see how well I draw......"

"It's unacceptable!" Suddenly, the figure of Picasso came out from behind the wall.

"Aren't you still sleeping?" Michelangelo asked.

"How do you sleep when it's so noisy?" Picasso walked over lazily, stood beside Gu Xiaoxiao, pulled the notebook out of Xiaoxiao's already stiff hand, looked down to admire, and then showed his first smile after ascending to heaven.

In the painting, the woman lying on the platform has her mouth open, saliva is pouring from the corners of her mouth, and her smirking expression and posture of opening her teeth and claws have nothing to do with the words "thousands of manners".

"It's beautiful." Picasso spit out two words, Gu Xiaoxiao, who was still holding a notebook in his hand because of the blow, was startled, and came back to his senses because of this sudden compliment, "What did you say?" ”

Picasso returned the notebook to Xiaoxiao, "It's nothing." ”

"He was just complimenting me, wasn't he?" It took only a sentence for the little resurgence to take her arms at the side of Michelangelo, who looked shocked, and shook it vigorously.

Note: The phrase "God is the lighthouse in the eclipse" comes from the French writer Victor Hugo, and it is recorded that it is one of Van Gogh's favorite words.