Zhuge Wen's pain lasted for a few minutes. Please search (product @ book ¥ net) to see the most complete! He gasped, straightened up, and went to the kitchen to pour water to drink. Back in the studio, he casually picked up the fallen easel, replaced it with a new one, threw the original one in the garbage bag, and wiped the paint on the floor...... All of this, he did in an orderly and skillful manner.

After more than half an hour, he began to paint again, a simple landscape painting, without figures. The style is the same as the paintings I have seen, quiet and beautiful.

The scene of the dream changed again.

Zhuge Wen was lying in the instrument in the hospital, just finished the examination.

The dream world quickly switches and jumps, and has the familiar style of the past dream.

In the montage effect, I received a large number of messages:

Young Painter, Talent, Acclaim, Brain Tumor, Therapeutic ......

Zhuge Wen said to the agent in charge of the exhibition, auction and care of his daily life: "I can't think of it. ”

The agent was surprised: "You have amnesia? ”

"I can't remember her name, I can't remember her face." Zhuge Wen said confusedly.

"Who?" The broker is also puzzling.

"I don't know...... I don't know who it is, but it's an important person, and I can't remember it...... I can't think of anything......" Zhuge Wen's breathing intensified and he tapped his head a few times.

The agent hurriedly stopped him and patiently persuaded: "Maybe I forgot it for a while." Otherwise, if you look at the address book and photo album, there should be her name or photo, right? ”

The two rummaged through, but Zhuge Wen denied everyone.

"It's not."

"Not this."

"It's not her."

"That's not right."

……

When the agent was about to lose patience, Zhuge Wen saw birds flying outside the window.

"Bird...... Birdie...... Sparrow...... Hawk...... The pigeon ......" Zhuge Wen began to talk to himself.

The agent stared at Zhuge Wen with some creepy.

Zhuge Wen's current mental state is indeed very strange, he looks like a madman.

Is it because of this that his paintings can have their own spirit, or that kind of monster-like spirit? I thought to myself.

"Ah Wen...... What are you talking about? The agent asked apprehensively.

Zhuge Wen suddenly turned his head, and the agent leaned back in fright.

"It's a bird, it's the name of a bird." Zhuge Wen said.

"The thing you forgot was a bird?" The broker asked.

"No, it's a human, it's a girl, but the name is the same as a bird, what kind of bird is ......" Zhuge Wen became distressed again.

"Could it be, someone you had a crush on?" The agent came up with a hypothesis, "You said that the photo and the address book are not in it, then it may be your crush somewhere, you saw it somewhere, heard someone call her name, or she introduced herself, and you wrote it down...... It's okay to forget this, right? ”

The agent's last note swallowed back under Zhuge Wen's glare.

"It's important, it's important, it's not to be forgotten." Zhuge Wen stared at the agent and said.

The broker could only nod his head.

I looked at the calendar on the wall.

At this time, before Zhuge Wen was diagnosed with a brain tumor, it may be because of a brain tumor, which made him forget that name.

The timeline of the dream jumps a bit.

The next scene is after Zhuge Wen has been treated for a while.

He didn't try to remember the name anymore, he didn't show madness anymore.

This can be said to be a credit to the broker and the doctor.

At the suggestion of his agent, Zhuge Wen drew the girl's back, and he couldn't see the face, but there was a back, which calmed Zhuge Wen's emotions.

The series of paintings was named "My Lovers" by the agent, and after being numbered, they were exhibited and auctioned.

Zhuge Wen is also famous, but his famous work is not "My Lover", but the work he painted in his youth, which is a series of abstract paintings.

I didn't understand the meaning of his paintings, but I saw a lot of colors, which made me think of "games". I don't know if it's because of this, I don't like Zhuge Wen's works. Maybe it's because I've seen those monsters that I can't like his work.

Rego bought many of My Lovers and hung them in the hotel.

Zhuge Wen has seen it, but he has only seen it.

Next, Zhuge Wen's life and the hotel seem to have nothing to do with it.

I didn't feel his strong obsession. He also went to reincarnate soon after his death, and did not become a ghost.

Maybe it's just because the porcelain bowls and formations in the hotel give birth to the spirit of those paintings and give birth to their own will.

Zhuge Wen is really innocent.

It's hard for me to get started with Zhuge Wen. At this moment, I was in a dilemma.

A flash of inspiration crossed my mind and I came up with a solution that could be the best of both worlds.

Just go back a little bit of time, go and see who Zhuge Wen's lover is, and find a way to tell Zhuge Wen, isn't it? Zhuge Wen has not forgotten, there will be no "My Lovers", and there will be no monsters.

But can I control my dreams as I please?

Dreams are often out of my control, and the montage of jumping time isn't of my will.

As soon as I hesitated, I realized that my dream had changed.

Zhuge Wen became younger, and the canvas in front of him was an abstract combination of color blocks.

The agent waited for him to put away his pen before he said out loud: "Ah Wen, you can't always paint such works." There are too many works of the same genre, it is not easy to sell for a high price, and your paintings are too similar, even if they are set into a series, it is difficult to work. I think the recent trend is Talmond's style, and you can try to move closer to that style. Even if you don't follow that style, the content must also change. ”

Zhuge Wen listened silently, staring at his work, and after a while, he nodded with a complicated expression, "Okay." ”

"Ahh

I was taken aback.

The sudden scream of the woman made me look around.

No, there are no people around, and there are no ghosts.

Where does the cry come from?

But recall, there seemed to be a trace of yin qi hovering around Zhuge Wen just now.

Is it a ghost haunting him?

I looked at Zhuge Wen and found that Zhuge Wen's dress had changed.

He put on his winter coat and bent over to pack his things.

I realized I was looking in a mirror.

Zhuge Wen packed all the painting tools, walked out of the hotel room with them, and put the things in the trunk of the car.

He drove up a hill at night, stopped the car, and carried his things up to the top of the hill again. With every breath, a white mist came out of his mouth.

He set up his easel at the top of the hill, drank the hot tea he had brought, and waited for the first rays of the morning sun.

Zhuge Wen is sketching. He drove the night train and stayed up late, but when he painted, he was full of energy, and quickly completed a sunrise picture, under the golden sun, it was a neat terraced field. This is not an abstract painting, and the style is different from My Lovers.

Zhuge Wen was very satisfied with the painting and packed up his things and went down the mountain.

He yawned and drove down the mountain.

I don't know where it is, but it looks like a somewhat developed mountain with only one trail that barely fits into a car. This kind of place is not uncommon.

Zhuge Wen's car was very fast, and seeing his sleepy appearance, he seemed to want to rush back to the hotel to rest as soon as possible.

Is it the lover who met him here?

As I was thinking this, the car turned a corner, and I saw a girl walking in front of me.

Boom!

The girl was knocked down by a speeding car, her face pressed against the window, her body flipped in the air, fell to the ground, and was run over by the wheels.

The car was jolting and the brakes were screeching.

The sleepiness on Zhuge Wen's face completely disappeared.

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