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Jory is a famous painter on the West Coast.

One of his cheapest paintings is also far more than a thousand gold.

Seongnam City on the East Coast.

It was the last stop of his exhibition around the world.

This day was the first day of the exhibition.

He would stay here for a while, and he had a habit of taking off his suit and leather shoes, taking off his identity, and becoming the most ordinary passerby, hidden among the viewers of the exhibition.

He wanted to hear what those who came to him really said about his paintings.

It's just that he doesn't know.

His habit has long been regarded as entertainment news by his assistants, and has made headlines in several entertainment weekly magazines.

Because of this incident, a certain rock singer surnamed Wang even wrote a song to mock him for being a painter who is not good at painting and only cares about doing some things that are vain.

Jory is a human being after all.

Naturally, it was angry.

But I didn't draw a picture to go back to the past like the singer.

He continued his fetish.

After all, it is their right to comment, and it is also his choice whether to be himself or not.

Dressed in the service of ordinary residents, he hides in the crowd of art exhibitions, in order to find his critics.

Unfortunately, because of this news, almost everyone thought that there must be a great painter hidden in the crowd, in order to show their admiration to Jory.

Naturally, they do not express opinions of a negative nature.

At this point, Jory was disappointed.

"Mr. Jory is undoubtedly a creative genius in terms of almost visual observation. He is good at discovering a phenomenon that has never been discovered before in the interrelationship between light and color. By focusing all his attention on light and color, he found the most suitable form for expressing the difference in brightness between light and color, which he abstracted from the various other elements of painting and raised it to an unattainable height. Monet's visual observation is genius, creative, extraordinary......"

A young scholar in the crowd showed his admiration for Mr. Jory's paintings.

The people around him, although not as eloquent as the young scholars, were all smart and nodded in approval.

Let's be honest.

When Qiao Rui heard these words, he was a little disappointed, but he couldn't stop being happy in his heart.

Although I was not proud, I was also attracted for a moment.

But it was just a moment.

He didn't notice that in the corners of the crowd.

It's a corner that is rarely frequented.

There is a painting "Black Tea" by Qiao Rui who became famous at a young age.

At first, there was only one young man in a black suit.

His face was pale and bloodless.

In his breast pocket was a pocket watch with a gold chain, which he would take out from time to time to check the time.

He has a temperament in him, I can't say it, it's a drag anyway.

It's more of a very indifferent look, so people don't dare to look directly at him.

So, in front of this painting, he was the only one standing there, watching silently.

Just watching, not appreciating.

He dressed like a gentleman, but he didn't know where no one was a nobleman or a gentleman.

Another ten minutes passed.

Here it is, here comes another man in a white suit.

Also young.

Unlike the man in the black suit, he has a red face, a healthy demeanor, and a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

Even if he didn't speak, he already gave people a sense of approachability and excellent contact.

Unfortunately, he walked to the side of the man in the black suit.

No one dared to say hello to them.

"Haven't left yet?"

The man in the black suit glanced at the man in the white suit next to him, and the two continued to stare at the painting called "Black Tea":

"Didn't you say that this business trip was far away?"

"It's because it's far away, so you have to prepare something!"

The man in the white suit replied, "After all, dozens of light years away?" Back and forth, it's quite a toss......"

"I heard that you're going to a lot?"

"That's right! There are no less than a hundred high-level gods like me. ”

"It's not going to be a big deal, is it? Are you trying to hide it from you? ”

"You don't know, how do we know? However, I guess nine times out of ten it is a big deal. This premonition is very strong, a premonition of God's misfortune, you know......"

"In that case, we may not see each other for a long time."

"Maybe, this is the last time."

"Don't worry, if you die outside. Even if it's a few hundred, a few thousand light years away, I'll help you get your soul back. ”

"Then you're going to have to worry about you."

"You're welcome. Anyway, you're leaving, choose a painting here as a parting gift, maybe a dying gift! ”

"Then this one. I've seen you look at it for a long time. ”

"This one is very bad, the paintings here are all very bad, and I don't know how this three-legged cat painter became popular?"

"Capital speculation. This little trick of mortals, have you and I seen less over the years? ”

"Hurry up and pick one."

"That's it?"

"Are you sure?"

"It's confirmed!"

"It just so happens that I want to drink black tea too."

......

Half an hour later.

Finally, someone discovered that Qiao Rui's painting "Black Tea", which became famous at a young age, was missing.

And to view the monitoring .....

Unbelievable times.

One black and one white, two young men in suits, in full view of everyone, took down the painting, and then swaggered out of the exhibition hall. During this period, no one stopped them, as if the two of them were like air.

But Jory even greeted them.

But when asked about Jory, Jory said he didn't remember it.

That's weird.

Soon, the portraits of these two people appeared on the wanted list of Seongnam City.

But then ......

No one had ever seen the faces of these two faces.

......

The mouth of the dragon outside the city of Seongnam.

There is a huge reservoir and a large hydroelectric power station that supplies electricity to Seongnam and several large areas around it.

The gods and demons have changed their faces.

It's still the same white suit and black suit.

They stood on a mountain peak that few people climbed at the mouth of Luolongkou, looking at the city of Chengnan, which was surrounded by three mountains and one water.

This is where they met.

Now it's where they go now.

"It's not going to take years, and there will be a period in the future!"

The gods and demons said.

Although there is no explicit rule that the gods and demons cannot be friends.

But because they are employees of two fields, and even two companies that are quite hostile, they have become close friends.

This kind of collocation always feels weird.

"Don't chew on words."

The ghost is white and has a look of difference:

"I hate you gods the most, you look like you're pretending."

The tone of his speech was still the same as that of a first acquaintance, with a feeling of scolding and scolding.

Then there was silence.

Because time has to have a point.

Just when neither the ghost nor the god knew how to say the word "goodbye".

"Excuse me, can I draw a picture for you?"

It was a very sloppy young man dressed up.

I don't know how long I haven't taken care of my beard, it's uneven and messy.

The clothes on his body are also messy.

A shabby suit with a dirty T-shirt underneath, a pair of cement pants and patched rain boots underneath.

On top of his head, he wore a series of slit straw hats.

The ghost cha looked disgusted: "I don't like people who don't pay attention." ”

He was about to leave, but was stopped by God.

"You should focus on the key points."

The god reminded the ghost: "This is a cliff, there is no place to climb up, how did this guy end up here?" In the meantime, why is it here? ”

"Allow me to answer that question, okay?"

The scruffy young man replied:

"Of course, climbing up the mountain is to climb up, and it is not always to fly up, as for why it comes up, I am afraid that there is no mountain that can have this mountain to see the whole picture of Chengnan City more clearly. With such a beautiful scenery, it is worth taking some risks..... Even if it's to give your life for it. ”

The young man's words touched the ghosts.

"It's tasteful, you can help us paint a picture, but be quick, my friend is in a hurry."

The ghost urged.

"Okay! Okay! ”

The young man straightened his hat, then sat down on a mossy stone in the corner, had already set up his easel, closed his eyes, took two deep breaths, and immediately went into his groove.

"It just so happens that we don't have the habit of carrying mobile phones, so let's use this painting as a group photo!"

"That's a good idea!"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

......

It's drawn.

Shencha was satisfied.

The ghost is also unexpectedly satisfied.

He even uttered a sentence:

"It's the best painting I've ever seen."

He couldn't help but praise.

The young man took off his hat and said embarrassedly, "You praised it." ”

"I don't like flattery, but I like to tell the truth."

The ghost looked at the young man's eyes, and gradually looked at it squarely from the initial indifference.

He could have a hunch that a young man with such attainments must not be an ordinary layman.

But look at his dress.

Then he should be a very remarkable figure in the future.

He took the initiative to ask:

"What do you call it?"

Shencha looked at the ghost with some surprise.

It's rare for a friend of his to ask someone a question so politely.

"Just call me Vincent."

"Vincent......

The young man named Vincent turned around, and he seemed to remember something.

When he came back to his senses again.

The gods and demons are gone.

They disappeared.

And so it disappeared out of thin air.

Only that painting remained.

The painting is black and white, two young men in suits, standing on a mountain peak large enough to see the entire city of Seongnam, watching the beautiful scenery of the entire south of the city.

......

Hurried crowds.

Busy streets.

After saying goodbye to a friend.

The ghost cha embarked on his work trip today.

Today, he has only one mission.

An old woman named Sterley.

This is the task he applied for on his own initiative.

Because there are no special benefits, there is naturally no oil and water to fish.

Therefore, it didn't take much effort for him to apply for this task.

It's just that under the follow-up processing, he spent a little bit of thought.

At the moment, he had this in mind.

Arrived at Room 506, Building 17, Hubin Road.

It was a residential building from the nineties.

The years have left more than twenty years of obsolescence on it, and the traces seem so obvious to outsiders.

The ghost walked in.

He didn't take the elevator.

It's not because the elevator is dirty, but he's a little bit of a ghost with a bit of a cleanliness fetish.

It's because he wants to slow down.

So, he walked quite slowly on the stairs where the railings of the fence were also old.

By the time I got to the fifth floor, half an hour had passed.

It's six o'clock in the morning.

Most people haven't woken up yet, some are still awake, and a small number have already woken up.

His knock on the door was soft.

But enough for Mrs. Sterley, who was busy in the kitchen, to hear it.

She came over with a complaint and opened the door.

"I told you to come back at noon. Why don't you listen, kid? Why are you here so early? I have to let this old lady serve you, little ancestor..... You are? Who is it? ”

Mrs. Straw opened the door and looked at the stranger in front of her suspiciously.

It's a young man.

She searched her memory for the young man's memories diligently.

But she couldn't remember who the young man was.

Is it a friend of my daughter? Or a friend of my granddaughter? Or which neighbor? Distant relatives?

"I'm a ghost, I'm here to pick you up."

"I'm sorry, you knocked on the wrong door."

Out of wariness of strangers, not to mention that this is still a self-proclaimed ghostly guy, she tried to close the door with a funny brain.

Onicha held out her hand, and Madame Sturley could clearly feel a force blocking her from closing the door.

"That's right, you'll have to come with me, Mrs. Sterley."

The onicha spoke again.

Seeing that the man did not give up, Mrs. Sterley seemed to understand something, and she took the initiative to open the door:

"If you're here to rob, grab it! There's a TV, and I have a cell phone, and my granddaughter says it can take pictures......"

"I'm a ghost!"

The demon reveals his identity again, and tells Sterley, "You're dead, Lady Sterley. ”

She followed the ghost's direction, turned back, and saw herself on the floor.

Surrounded by messy food.

It was as if she was about to go to the kitchen and suddenly died.

She looked at it in amazement.

I stood there speechless for a long time.

"Is this me?"

"Yes."

In a calm tone, the ghost told Mrs. Sterley, "Your daughter and granddaughter will arrive here to find you soon." ”

She bent over.

His expression was a little broken.

But after a moment, she calmed down again.

"I don't quite understand, I'm a Christian, why it was a ghost who came to pick me up, if I'm not mistaken, the ghost should be a messenger from the East Coast side......"

Faced with Mrs. Sterley's doubts, the ghost explained:

"I was blessed by you many years ago. So, when I learned of your death, I specially applied to come and give you one last ride. ”

"I'm sorry."

Mrs. Sterley said lightly, and she bent down, stretched out her hand, and straightened her body's clothes.

"I like cleanliness and I don't want them to see me like this."

Mrs. Sterley explained.

The ghost on the side did not stop him, and he silently allowed Mrs. Sterley to tidy up her appearance after death.

Mrs. Sterley stood up, as if she had thought of something, and headed for the kitchen.

The ghost cha also slowly followed.

The two of them huddled in the kitchen, and Mrs. Sterley brought out a bowl of egg custard from the pot, and said to the ghost:

"My family will find out about me, and I guess they won't be in the mood to eat it then......"

She was silent for a moment.

Turning around, he said to the ghost with a gentle face, "Can you taste it?" ”

Even the onicha with a cold face let go of his coldness in front of that kind and gentle face.

He nodded and smiled softly.

Then sat down at the dining table in the kitchen cubicle.

Mrs. Sterley brought him and handed him a spoon.

The ghost was silent for a moment:

"It tastes the same as last time."

He took a second and a third bite.....

Hearing the meaning of that sentence, Mrs. Sterley asked curiously:

"Did I make you egg custard the last time we met?"

The ghost almost nodded:

"Not only did I make such a delicious egg custard, but I also sang a song.....

The ghost was in no hurry to wake up the song.

Mrs. Sterley slowly thought of something.

She muttered:

"Egg custard, hot, sesame oil, fifteen liters, you are full, I am happy, Yangguan Road, all ......"

It was a memory that had been sealed for many years.

It would not have been possible during her lifetime.

Now she's dead.

This memory was naturally unsealed.

......

That was a story from a long, long time ago.

A bounty knife man who is being hunted down.

Plotted by the enemy.

Scarred, he had no way to escape, and eventually took refuge in a farmhouse.

Even if the enemies hadn't found him, he wouldn't have lived long.

There was only one little girl in the farmhouse.

She said her parents were away and it would take a long time for them to return.

The injured knife man stayed here, and it was the little girl's care every day and night that made his injuries miraculously recover.

The swordsman promised that he would return in return.

But the next day, the swordsman still died.

Died on the way to his newfound mission.

It's a very cliché story, but it happens constantly and occasionally to every ordinary person who is born and dies.

Before leaving, Mrs. Sterley asked the ghost:

"Where will I go next?"

The ghost patiently explained to the benefactor of the previous life:

"There are many levels of hell, you can choose ...... for yourself"

"I don't have a good relationship with my husband, he has some bad habits of domestic violence, can I not go to his level?"

Mrs. Sterley was not too much of a request, and there was no reason for the ghost to refuse:

"Yes!"

He said.

Push open the door.

It was the brightest light Mrs. Sterly had ever seen in her life.

Dazzling enough, but not dazzling.

A staircase, slowly, spread towards the depths of the sky and the clouds.

"It doesn't seem like the way to hell......"

"I didn't say I'm going to send you to hell!"

"But you're a ghost......"

"Therefore, if a ghost wants to send a person to heaven, it naturally takes some thought."

He gentlemanly stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please.

Seeing this old friend, he slowly stepped on this step to the depths of the clouds.

"It's not going to be ..... years"

"There will always be a ...... in the future"