"Tell me, I guess I'm pretty much right, is there anything unclean here?"

The pervert still didn't speak, and my eyes looked at him, and he sighed helplessly and nodded.

"Don't lie to me, I can guess most of your thoughts, and this is the only answer that can make you have this reaction."

I walked to the side, intending to admire the next painting, and didn't continue, but the pervert's next words surprised me!

"When I was down there, I vaguely felt that it wasn't very obvious, so I thought it was an illusion."

He paused: "This building is a bit big after all, but when I get closer to here, that feeling becomes obvious. ”

I turned my head and looked at him in surprise, where is the demon? In this showroom?

Is there any mistake, I just come out to see an exhibition of my favorite painter, I can encounter this kind of thing, there are so many floors in the whole building, there are activities on each floor, why is it in this exhibition hall?

Should I say I was lucky or unlucky?

The pervert's words shattered my good mood, and I understood why he had been silent just now.

It is normal for there to be evil spirits in the building, and most of the earthbound spirits left in the world will naturally become evil ghosts if they do not have the correct guidance of yin and yang people, or exculpate themselves, after a long time.

But there will be one in this hall, which is a bit too much of a coincidence.

"That breath is very weird, that is, its breath reminds me of a few evil ghosts who are locked up at the bottom of the underworld, similar, but not as powerful as theirs."

He turned his head and looked around.

The exhibition hall is bright and bright, and in order to allow the viewer to appreciate the paintings in more detail, there are lights everywhere, and there is also a small lamp on top of each painting, which shines on the painting.

Under such a bright and beautiful exhibition, it may be as the pervert said.

There's a demon.

But I looked around, except for people and paintings, where the hell did it come from? I don't see any ghosts, let alone evil spirits.

But I believe 100% in the pervert's perception, and since he said such things, it means that there must be something dirty here.

I looked at my eyebrows and smiled, and I was chatting with a chick in Anning, frowned, and made a decision in my heart.

Temporarily...... Don't bother her.

I had a hunch in my heart to know what was going on, and I had to ask the boy.

A chick, who is the organizer of this exhibition, if he knows something, maybe he can help us find the source of the demonic breath.

"I don't want An Ning to know about it."

I whispered to the pervert, my eyes drooping: "Her home and everything she learns are all related to ghosts, I don't want her to go out with me to play, and I have to encounter this situation." ”

The pervert put his big hand on my head and rubbed it, "I see what you mean, Hua'er." ”

"I'll ask later, let's enjoy the paintings first, there are a few in it that I haven't seen on his personal Weibo, most of them are his latest works."

I cheered up, looked at the paintings excitedly, picked up my phone in my hand, and took pictures.

On a golden rice field, there stood a girl in a white dress, her black hair was blown up by the wind, and her slender arms pressed the white sun hat on her head.

The waves of wheat in the rice fields are so realistic.

In the distance, there are two windmills, and the sky is as blue as the sea.

The girl in the white dress had a smile on her face, tears in the corners of her eyes and face, and her feet walked in the opposite direction of the windmill, as if she was leaving this longing idyllic hometown.

In that smile, there is nostalgia, but also with hope for a new life and beautiful expectations.

Being able to feel so many emotions in a painting is a little unbelievable for me, as a girl.

I couldn't help but look at a chick with admiration, the name was quite playful, and the appearance was very immature, but I really admired him for being able to draw this kind of work.

It's also worth liking.

One of the reasons why a little chick is famous is that he is able to integrate a touching emotion into a rigid piece of paper.

It allows the viewer to be brought into the painting.

None of the paintings were carried with negative emotions, so I quickly looked at the circle on the wall and then looked at the easel.

There were more spectators, but they weren't as crowded as supermarkets, and they were a little more crowded than when I first arrived.

In the exhibition hall, only the footsteps of people can be heard, and even if they communicate, the sound is muffled.

Many fans who came here are also very qualified, and when they want to sign an autograph, they whisper softly, do not forget to apologize, suppress the joy in their hearts, and look at their favorite painters.

When I had almost admired all the paintings, An Ning came back, holding a booklet in his hand and looking satisfied.

"Hey, Xiaohua, let me tell you, that painter is so charming! Does he look very young and immature? But I felt in him the maturity of an adult man, and the sensibility that only many women have, and the emotions are really too delicate! ”

"He's definitely a high-IQ man, and I'm almost fascinated by him!"

She held her face in both hands, then excitedly opened the booklet, showed it to me, and said, "Look, he signed it for me!" I pestered him to draw me a sketch and he agreed! ”

An Ning squirted saliva excitedly, and I looked at the picture on the pamphlet with amusement.

"Tell you! Tell you about it! He only drew it for me! Wow! I'm going to take this booklet home and frame it! ”

"Look at your pleasure."

I laughed, and I was genuinely happy for her.

"I really didn't go wrong today! And oh, look here! ”

Her finger pointed to the series of numbers after the name of the painting.

"Here's his phone number! Oh my God, I really was today, I was lucky, I managed to persuade him to paint a portrait of me, and then I had the mentality of giving it a try, and I asked for my mobile phone number, and it worked! ”

"Is my peach blossom coming? Hehehe...... Hahaha......"

An Ning held his face, incoherent, incoherent, obviously carried away by joy, I shook my head amusedly, a little incredulous: "You also have the initiative to talk." ”

"He's so attractive, and it's rare for me to be cheeky."

Her spring heart rippled, a little cute, I glanced at her with a little reproach, and said: "You will be very rude like this, people hold art exhibitions, there must be a lot of fans, so he will be disgusted." ”

After An Ning heard my words, she was stunned, as if she had just realized this, and looked at the portrait on the pamphlet, and her face suddenly drooped: "Then what should I do, do you want me to return this painting?" I don't want it! ”

I shook my head helplessly, and the corners of my mouth hooked: "Okay, since everyone is like this, and I gave you my mobile phone number, there shouldn't be anything, you go and see the painting, look at the little handsome guy as soon as you come, you haven't appreciated his painting yet." ”

I patted her on the shoulder: "I'll go talk to him." ”

An Ning nodded, and joy reappeared on her face: "Go quickly!" ”

Actually, I went to find a chick, and I knew very well what the purpose was.

……

The queue began to form in front of the red table, and many fans wanted to communicate with their idols for a while, causing the queue to be longer and longer.

The pervert stood beside me for a long time before a word popped out of his mouth.

"It's a good drawing."

I looked at him with some surprise and said in surprise, "Hades, too, compliments people?" ”

He naturally replied: "The painter that Hua'er admires, the husband naturally has to feel his excellence, after all, the husband believes in the vision of the lady." ”

I was sweet in my heart, but I still snorted arrogantly.

This pervert knows how to say these words, and his face is not red and his heart is not beating.

When it came to me, An Ning had already finished reading the painting, shouted that she was hungry, said hello to me, and went to the milk tea shop downstairs to buy milk tea.

"A little chick, I am your fan, I have been following your Weibo, I am very happy to see you in person today."

I said this very politely, and a few words can be used in various occasions and become an opening statement.

A chick smiled softly at me and held out his hand.

"Welcome to my exhibition, thank you for liking me." He wanted to shake my hand.

I felt the sudden cold pressure around me, and I wanted not to shake him, but everyone was like this, and it was rude not to make a statement.

Thinking that he also brought a notebook, he handed it to him.

"Ask for an autograph."

"No problem." He smiled like a spring breeze, with a fair face with skin that does not belong to boys, two dimples at the corners of his mouth, and two dark circles under his bright eyes.

But this doesn't ruin the overall style of his face, I took the notebook he handed back, and I stopped talking, knowing that there were still some fans in line behind me, and I was embarrassed to say it too clearly.

However, I can't take him away, he won't agree not to say it, and he will definitely make the fans behind him angry.

He noticed that I was still standing there and did not leave, and asked with some confusion, "Do you have something to say to me?" ”

I suddenly felt that a step appeared at my feet, and I was worried that I didn't know how to speak, so I was guided.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I hurriedly nodded.

"Say it." He said mildly that after receiving so many fans, he is still so patient, friendly, without the slightest irritability, and very concerned about his own feelings.

He's really, a great boy.

"Little chicken, have you come across some recently, that ......" I gestured with my hand, trying to find a word that was not very abrupt to describe, but found that I was running out of words.

However, what I didn't expect was that a strange expression suddenly appeared on his face, as if he had been right.