The driver stopped sharply directly in the middle of the road and got out of the car. He closed the car door and walked towards them violently.

The driver who was looking for trouble was fat and strong, with a thick gold chain hanging around his neck, and walked towards them with a step that his relatives did not recognize, looking like he wanted to stir up trouble.

The driver let out a low "!" ”

Then he turned his head and said to Jiang Futing and them with some embarrassment: "I can't open this forward, I have to delay things for a while, can I put you here?" It's just another road to get to the exhibition hall. ”

Jiang Futing looked coldly at the person walking outside the car window through the glass, and then "en", paid the money, got out of the car and left.

The flow of people in the exhibition hall was more than they imagined, and it was crowded with people, and it was hard to squeeze a thin layer of sweat out of each other in such a cold day.

There was a long queue at the ticket window outside the door, from the ticket office at the entrance of the exhibition hall to the street, and a right-angle turn was made, and the line continued down the street.

At first, it was just students from the same school who introduced each other to attract popularity, but in the end, they became real passers-by.

People are always curious about the unknown and lively, even if they spend more time, they want to satisfy their strong desire for knowledge.

As a result, many people, even if they don't know what this is for, just for the sake of popularity, they will stupidly mix it up, wanting to see what is inside.

Fortunately, the students of the same school had internal tickets, and they were discounted, so Jiang Futing directly dragged Bai Tang to the ticket gate.

There is no quiet atmosphere in the exhibition hall as you used to know.

There was a low chirp everywhere, there were so many people visiting, and the number of security guards was limited, and even the control was not perfect.

So many people, no matter how whispered you and me, add up, like mosquitoes and bees in a house for a while, buzzing everywhere.

Jiang Futing frowned slightly upset.

The first floor is the lobby, and each floor has a different theme and content.

The dolls are on display on the sixth floor.

With so many people, taking the elevator was almost like killing him, and he led Bai Tang to stand up the crowded escalator with difficulty and pain, all the way to the sixth floor.

There were many alumni on the sixth floor, and as soon as he stepped into the hall, many people invariably turned around and noticed him.

Jiang Futing ignored these glances and walked straight into the exhibition hall.

The dolls outside are all ordinary works, not what he wants to see, the only thing he wants to see is Lu Changku's works.

On such a special occasion today, Lu Changku, a person who is full of confidence and fascination with his works, will definitely not hide it privately, but will only show his puppets with all his might.

This is the only great opportunity to see his entire oeuvre.

The design of the exhibition hall is a huge ring, which makes full use of the area characteristics of this mushroom building.

Including the staircase of the exhibition hall, it is designed with Western art style, the corridor is pure white, the staircase is very shallow, only next to the entrance of the exhibition hall, spiraling up the exhibition hall.

At the top of the building is a large glass top, and standing in the middle of the stairs below, looking up, each step feels like stepping into heaven.

Jiang Futing should have chosen the wrong entrance to the escalator at the beginning, at least half of the exhibition hall and half a mushroom before walking to the other half of the remaining side, which almost belonged to Lu Changku's personal exhibition.

And the popularity here is too much more than the first half.

A short rest area in the middle is like a watershed on the sixth floor, stepping over, as if from heaven to earth, and there are black heads everywhere at a glance.

There is a person who takes a step forward, and there is a person who takes a step back, and they are surrounded by the crowd on all sides.

Jiang Futing's body has been tightly tensed from the moment he entered the exhibition hall, and at this moment it is like a spring, pulling himself straighter.

He walked forward stiffly and stiffly, walking on thin ice under his feet, and his eyes were always on guard as if there was a battlefield in full swing ahead, not an exhibition.

Just as he was laboriously walking with every step, his shoulders suddenly sank, and then his entire neck was clasped by a cold temperature.

Jiang Futing stumbled, almost didn't stand firm, and the weight of Bai Tang's whole person was pressed on him.

But he stumbled not because of Bai Tang's weight as light as a feather, but because he was frightened by this sudden movement.

Jiang Futing was about to say something, but Bai Tanghun put his shoulder on his shoulder and suddenly spoke: "Eh? It's not that······ Chen Yihuan?! ”

Jiang Futing was clever, and immediately raised his head and looked at the front pointed by Bai Tang.

His hand spanned countless black heads, and finally pointed through the gaps in the crowd to a work standing in the booth.

Jiang Futing followed his hand and soon saw Chen Yihuan standing in the booth.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Tang beside him was like a hawker in Fude Lane, holding up a waist and shouting politely: "Come!" Let's let it! Trouble let's go! Lend me a look! Huh! Thank you! Thank you! ”

Jiang Futing was directly forcibly pushed by the hand he put on his shoulder and was forced to move forward.

His gaze seemed to be coated with glue, and he stuck to it the moment he saw Chen Yihuan, and he never left.

It was one thing to peek in the office of the exhibition hall that day, because it would be dark, and even if his vision would not be affected too much, the light was black, and the puppets he saw were also black, and he couldn't see very clearly.

Now it's different, it's like Chen Yihuan has come back alive, and he is really standing in front of him.

She is like a model who receives money to do things for others, and because she is told not to move because of her work, she stands there without moving.

Chen Yihuan was wearing gorgeous makeup, and the red lips on her mouth were delicate, even when she was alive, Jiang Futing and her glanced at her in the library in a hurry, she was not as full of life as she is now.

She seems to be more alive now than she was back then.

She wore a long skirt of gray-green velvet cotton with a hand-woven head on her head

Cap.

Jiang Futing suddenly felt ridiculous and ridiculous from the bottom of his heart, the beauty he had never felt when he was alive was felt after he died.

His mind suddenly remembered that night, when he was hiding in the activity room, after the boy questioned Lu Changku, Lu Changku's words.

Lu Changku, in the dark, was like an irresistible god of death, and his voice was very light.

He said: "Your talent is very good, and if you can participate in the exhibition, your work will definitely open a new door for you in your life, and I hope you will be remembered forever by the world." ”

Jiang Futing thought about it, and there were bursts of coldness in his heart, so cold that even the surrounding noise melted into words that he couldn't understand, and everything became a meaningless background wall.

Chen Yihuan must have promised him that he was willing to participate in the exhibition.

This simple promise is the beginning of the nightmare.

The so-called longevity, the so-called being remembered by the world.

Jiang Futing rolled his dry throat, and like the crowd of people admiring him on the side, he looked at Chen Yihuan at this moment.

From time to time, there were sighs and uncontrollable sighs.

She held the brim of her hat with one hand, pressed the fluttering skirt with the other, and had a shy and bright smile on her face, and her fair cheeks were a faint red.

The stunning red, like the ink that God inadvertently splashed, from the cheekbones to the slightly raised eyes, even in this cold winter, can make people feel full of spring, but they come in such a way as the works on display.

There was no surprise that there was a sign introducing the work on the edge of the booth.

When people with many mouths watched, they ignored the emotions of others, and read out softly to themselves: "The title of the work is "Red and Black" Author: Lu Changku. Completion date: November 9 this year. Yes! It was eight or nine days ago! ”

He couldn't hold back an exclamation, and continued to read: "Salute to my beautiful and lovely classmate: Chen Yihuan." May she wash away the filth of the world from now on, shape her body, and follow her dreams in order to survive forever. ”

After he finished reading, he was so moved that he kept sighing how good the friendship between the two of them was, so that the author would be so concerned about her and make a work with her as a portrait.

Chen Yihuan's doll is the first work in Lu Changku's exhibition.

The works are laid out in reverse chronological order, and each work has a short heartfelt speech and a literary title.

Every time Jiang Futing looks at the title of a work, he feels that Lu Changkut seems to be reflecting something through the name.

And every speech is his sincere expectations and extravagant imagination of puppet love.

The last doll in the gallery is also the earliest doll he made.

By the time I saw the last one, it had been two hours since I first came in.

Jiang Futing even has the illusion that he is not looking at the work, but walking in a time corridor instilled with pictograms, going back to the past from the present in turn.

He stopped and looked at the puppet in front of him, which was where it all began.

He came to a certain day sixteen years ago.

Sixteen years between the distance

It seemed so close, only a few steps away from the puppet, but it was so far away that it was completely impossible to reach.

This is the only one of all the dolls that has time written on its face.

The doll's eyes are covered with crow's feet, and there are not deep or shallow nasolabial folds on both sides of the nose, and she frowns slightly, leaving two or three furrows between her eyebrows, and she doesn't look very happy.

Even the dark brown iris revealed her slightly angry mood.

In addition, the eyebrows also tell her unique ability and ruthlessness.

Her outfit was not as elaborate as the previous dolls, with an all-chiffon blouse that had been particularly popular more than a decade ago, and a black organza dress underneath.

Although her age is inevitably written on her face, she is still a woman who loves beauty.

Jiang Futing stared at her face, and suddenly felt that she was a little familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

He lowered his head, and when he saw the introduction board, Bai Tang had already read out the words on it softly for him: "The work "Pride and Prejudice" pays tribute to the first teacher who taught me in my life: Ying Youlan. Educate me by example and lead me to clarity. Bear a sin, 'the so-called bottomless abyss, go down is also a long way forward'. ”

(End of chapter)