When I woke up the next morning, I found the blanket on my body, so I sat up, looked at Ou Du, who was still sleeping, and remembered the quarrel with him yesterday, sighed, and even felt that yesterday was a little impulsive.

Although this sofa is relatively wide and can allow her to stretch her legs, it is too soft after all, and her whole body is sore after a night's sleep.

Jiang Lanzhou stood up, moved his muscles, then went to the bathroom, washed with disposable toiletries, painted makeup, and went directly to the gallery to report.

Before leaving, he glanced at Ou Du, who was huddled in the quilt, and gently closed the door.

And when she left, Ou Du opened her eyes gently, and the red blood at the corners of her eyes was very eye-catching.

Gallery.

"When you are curating, you must first be familiar with the exhibits in the gallery, and then grasp the dynamics of the world's artworks. If there are good works, we also need to buy them back to increase the fame of the gallery. Here's a list of our galleries, so let's familiarize yourself with them in the next two days. ”

As he spoke, he took out a bunch of keys from the drawer: "This is the key to the warehouse, you can carefully appreciate the paintings according to the list." Don't forget to bring gloves. ”

Jiang Lanzhou enthusiastically took over the list and key from Boss Shentu, and she was still quite happy and excited about re-contacting art.

Before touching the works in the warehouse, Jiang Lanzhou felt that he should first familiarize himself with the works that are currently on display. So I stopped to admire them one by one, and felt the lines, colors, and emotions of the paintings one by one.

This quiet beauty is like the whole person being immersed in the galaxy, and each work is the shining starlight.

But when she came to a dark-themed painting, the distorted things, the heavy tones, and even the slightly messy layout made Jiang Lanzhou's heart sink together.

Reaching out to cover his chest, it was difficult to escape the oppression brought by this painting, and for a while, a tear actually flowed down his cheek.

"The owner of this work is just twenty years old." Suddenly hearing someone else's voice, Jiang Lanzhou was startled, stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears, and turned to look at the comer.

"Hello, I am one of the curators here, my name is Wang Miao." The person who spoke was a woman slightly older than her, wearing a sky blue dress with a retro belt, which was very artistic.

Jiang Lanzhou also hurriedly stretched out his hand and shook hands with the other party: "My name is Jiang Lanzhou, and I just came here today." ”

Seeing her reddened eyes and sniffing her nose, Wang Miao grinned at Jiang Lanzhou: "I think, I understand why the boss would let you be the curator." Your sensibility for the work is really strong. ”

As he spoke, he stood in front of the painting that Jiang Lanzhou had just seen.

"I just feel very worried and sad when I look at this work."

"The name of this painting is despair." Wang Miao crossed her arms around her chest and her voice was low.

"Even the name is so heavy."

"The author is a twenty-year-old teenager, except that he suffers from depression and suffers from illness. Therefore, his painting style is a bit heavier. ”

"Why should such a heavy work be exhibited in a gallery?" Jiang Lanzhou didn't understand, even if it was exhibited, I am afraid that no one would buy such a work, and would collect it.

"Regardless of the background of the subject work, from an artistic point of view, this child's work is very attractive. It is precisely such valuable paintings that the gallery needs. ”

Regarding Wang Miao's words, Jiang Lanzhou seemed to understand something.

"Have you ever learned about depression?" Wang Miao suddenly asked.

Speaking of depression, Jiang Lanzhou's first reaction was Ou Du, but she had only seen Ou Du in a manic situation. As for depression, I've heard more or less about it.

"Understand something."

Wang Miao looked at the painting and continued: "Pessimism about the world, even full of disgust, can have such a heavy theme. ”

"Well, that kid he ...... now. Are you okay? ”

"There are treatments being made, but the results don't seem to be very good."

For two days in a row, Jiang Lanzhou touched such a heavy topic and came into contact with a heavy illness. Originally, she always felt that these diseases were far away from her, and she didn't feel much when she saw Korean celebrities committing suicide because of depression on the Internet.

But in life, I really come into contact with it, and that's a different situation entirely.

"Does he have any other works? I want to see it. ”

"Is it out of curiosity, or what?"

Jiang Lanzhou shrugged: "Maybe I have masochistic tendencies, I think the feeling of heartache and suffocation just now is very good, and I want to experience it more." ”

Wang Miao was surprised by her words, and stared at Jiang Lanzhou for a long time unable to speak.

"Actually, I sometimes suspect that I am mentally ill."

Wang Miao raised her eyebrows, noncommittal, so she had to take Jiang Lanzhou to the warehouse and take out the child's remaining three paintings.

The more she looked at these paintings, the more Jiang Lanzhou felt that she seemed to have gone too far with Ou Du last night. After all, he was already in great pain during the onset of the disease, and she was really a little guilty that she still treated him like that.

But for this matter, Ou Du can't be blamed entirely, let alone herself. After all, that night was a terrible experience.

Faced with the three paintings, the only one with the most vivid colors and the most eye-catching is basically red, and the red fire burns everything, and the rolling heat wave is like magma in the depths of hell, trying to destroy everything, just like the twilight of the gods in Norse mythology. This painting is full of disgust with the world.

Jiang Lanzhou returned to his desk and consulted a lot of information on depression, his mood gradually became heavy and his thoughts were full of thoughts.

What kind of way can such a gifted child be saved?

With this in mind, I returned home from work. found Ou Du wrapped in a quilt and curled up on the sofa.

Jiang Lanzhou frowned and stepped forward: What kind of moth is this guy doing?

Sitting next to him, he gently patted the quilt he was wrapping in: "Ou Du, what's wrong?" Are you cold? ”

Hearing the voice, Ou Du exposed his head a little, and after seeing his bloodshot eyes, Jiang Lanzhou was startled.

"You, what's wrong with you?"

"It's my fault that it's because of me that you went through such a painful thing." He didn't speak as steady as before, even with a trill.

"I've said it's all right." Looking at his eyes, Jiang Lanzhou said seriously and word by word.

"No, you can't pass, this time you were lucky and didn't get hurt. If next time, the next time I get sick and kill you by mistake, then it will be too late to say that it's okay at that time. It's me, it's me who hurt you, I'm the murderer. People like me are really useless, I, it's all my fault, it's all my fault......"