Sitting in the car, Ye Weilan asked Qi Ye: "Can't you tell me what to do in the gallery now?" ”

"Go to the art exhibition."

Miss Ye's soft red lips opened, and her big eyes spun around: "Beauty, have you forgotten that your wife can't see it?" ”

"You can touch the painting, you will like it."

Ye Weilan didn't think much about it, she just thought it was Qi Ye's surprise to make her happy, and he often collected strange artworks for her.

Mami Ye hummed a song, raised her head in Qi Ye's arms, and enjoyed the warm sunshine.

The wind lifted her white dress and black hair, even with an ordinary face, she still looked beautiful.

The car whizzed and flashed away.

In a hotel on the side of the road, someone stood on the second floor, his eyes following the black sports car, and smiling slightly.

……

Qi Ye stopped the car, Ye Weilan tilted his head and asked, "Have you arrived?" ”

He didn't seem to speak, and it took a while to get out of the car with her in his arms.

Ye Weilan listened carefully to the surrounding environment.

The air was cold, the wind was strong, there was no shelter around, and there were no human voices.

"Outskirts?" Her tone was tinged with curiosity.

Qi Ye hugged her and let out a faint "um".

"It's not haunted, is it?"

Qi Ye's gaze fell on her face: "No." ”

It's just that you can be frightened.

Maria's methods are basically tied to eerie horror.

Ye Weilan was stimulated by the brain and pressed the optic nerve so that he couldn't see, and if he wanted to regain his light, he could only "fight poison with poison".

But Qi Ye was reluctant.

Perangordo was not reluctant either.

There was a small wooden house on the flat ground outside the forest, Qi Ye kicked the door open, the room was very dark, and the sunlight shone in, dispelling the foul smell.

"Looks like no one has been here for a long time?" Ye Weilan frowned.

"It's something that only a small percentage of people appreciate here." Qi Ye waited for a while, waiting for the fresh air to come in, and then walked in.

It was dark in the house.

Ye Weilan heard the voice of the wings agitation: "This is ...... Butterfly? "The voice is soft, dense, not like a bird.

"Hmm."

"Why do I feel like I'm not in a gallery, but like I'm in a haunted house?" Ye Weilan couldn't help but tug on his arm.

Qi Ye seemed to be looking at something, but didn't respond.

Ye Weilan shouted: "Qi Ye? ”

"Lan."

"Huh?"

"Would you like to see where I used to live?"

Ye Weilan's eyes widened: "Have you lived here before?" ”

Qi Ye's eyes fell on the big tree above his head, which was full of dense butterflies, bright colors, very beautiful, and very weird.

"Not here, but it was built by the same person, in a similar style."

Ye Weilan frowned and held his hand.

Qi Ye's gaze was down, falling on the strangely shaped "corpses" in the attic.

Qi Ye knew that it was not a corpse, it was just a different kind of realism, and even the dried blood on the ground seemed to be flowing.

Many years ago, he was dealing with these things with his eyes open.

Anything, no matter how scared you are at first, if you see it too much, you will become accustomed to it for many years.

Ye Weilan was keenly aware that Qi Ye's mood seemed to fluctuate a little, and this situation had never happened before.

She put her arms around his neck and was about to speak, when Qi Ye suddenly hugged her and turned around and walked out.

Ye Weilan was stunned: "Where are we going?" ”

"Go to the gallery."

Ye Weilan: "......" beauty, you are immoral.