Autumn coolness seems to be a sudden thing.

I feel that yesterday was still hot and dry, and I felt that it was a burden when I wore a short shirt and shorts, and after a rain, I changed into a long-sleeved shirt, and I could also feel the coolness that penetrated the shirt and touched the skin.

It is a small town in Gangnam.

The smoke and rain of dreams seem to never stop, and the wet bluestone road is like an eternal freeze frame of an oil painting, from history to today, the only thing that will change slightly is just the shallow green moss marks on the slate, and today may draw a trace of smoke and clouds on the slate, and tomorrow it will become the distant mountains and near the water of Chinese ink painting.

In such a town, the years seem to stand still, even if the willow branches are no longer tender green, it is the lingering feelings that gently swing.

There are many people who are hungry for literature and art, and there are also many people who love art who will devote themselves to living here.

Will the compassion brought by the autumn rain in October inspire more people?

I think so, right? I stood by the window, staring at the rain, extinguishing the cigarette in my hand, if not, why hold so many private, secret art exhibitions here, in this season?

It's just such a noble thing, but it can't calm the restlessness in my heart that has never stopped.

After knowing a lot of things about the dungeon, Emperor Tong knew everything, and told me endlessly, this kind of anxiety has been haunting me since then, can Xin Yi live well in that environment?

However, I am still entangled in miscellaneous matters and can't go to Xin Yi as soon as possible.

Because, according to Emperor Tong, it is not easy to enter that dungeon once a year, and it is even more difficult to enter according to unconventional methods.

Moreover, it is not possible to enter by unconventional means, and it is necessary to wait for the opportunity.

This opportunity, maybe two months, maybe three months, maybe longer than once a year, it's a random thing, the key is the guide.

To put it simply, a qiē is a matter of luck.

Thinking of this, I lit a cigarette irritably, and the words of the Tong Emperor were still in my ears: "Ye Zhengling, under normal circumstances, if you wait too long, this kind of thing will not happen." According to you, that important person of yours has been in that dungeon for more than a month, right? I'm sure you won't be able to wait long, because I don't see you as someone who is too unlucky. Hahaha"

"What is this?" I took a puff of my cigarette and muttered to myself.

yes, I don't know, what is Emperor Tong? Comfort or watch jokes?

It's like I don't understand myself, if that so-called guide appears now, will I put down what I'm doing and rush there immediately? But if that's the case, what I'm failing is the entire Huo Nie family.

So far, I don't know what the Hundred Demon Records of Mountains and Seas does? But the attitude of the people around me all told me that this is a very important thing! I can't fight, but I can't give up.

The rain outside the window won't stop for a while.

Should I say I'm lucky? There is no such choice now.

The door of the room was pushed open, and I didn't have to look back, I also knew that it was Emperor Tong who came to this trip to Jiangnan Town, and I came with him, at least on the surface.

Privately, it is unknown what kind of power the two families have sent.

After all, this kind of thing, you don't have to explain it to the other party, and you don't have to worry about who doesn't contribute, this is a common cooperation model, relatively speaking, the relationship between me and the Tong Emperor is quite easy.

Just if he wasn't so picky, clean, and all sorts of faults

"My clothes, but they look good?" Seeing that I didn't look back, Emperor Tong was a little dissatisfied, and after a few days of getting along, my understanding of him accelerated dramatically.

He is the kind of person who is very 'narcissistic', as if he needs the eyes of others to fall on him at any time, and he can only feel satisfied if he is affirmed.

It's a waste not to be an actor, isn't it? It seems that he has been quite aware of himself since he was a child.

Thinking of this, I helplessly glanced at the smoke and rain outside the window, closed the window and turned around, because it was cooperation, I really didn't need to have any gap with him for these trivial things In the darkly lit room, Emperor Tong stood in front of the only dressing mirror, looking at himself a little narcissistically.

The white tight shirt, structured and close-fitting, also black leggings, makes his legs more slender, the only decoration is the belt around his waist, I can't see what color it is, and his hair is all combed backwards, slightly messy combing, a few strands of messy hair hanging down in front of his forehead.

In short, everything looks good in it, so why bother asking, white shirt and black pants, is there anything worth evaluating?

"What the hell?" After not getting a response from me for a long time, the Tong Emperor seemed a little impatient, turned around, took out a black-framed glasses from the shirt pocket on his chest and put them on the bridge of his nose.

Suddenly, the whole person was like a sword out of the sheath, and the fierce temperament became a little elegant.

"Good." I just said that, and I can't think of what else to say?

"Really?" Emperor Tong lifted his glasses, took his long legs, strode towards me, suddenly reached out, took the cigarette from my mouth, flicked it lightly, let it fly in the rain, and then he began to arrange my collar.

In my awkward situation, he was unusually natural and whispered: "Today is the artist's first sculpture exhibition, and we should treat it seriously." And dressing neatly is necessary to be polite. Dignified Ye Shao, are you short of food and clothing? Are you going to dress like this and go? ”

I impatiently took his hand away and said, "If you go there anyway, you're going to fight, why are you dressed so neatly?" ”

"Rude people, fighting is also an art. A real master, pay attention to the skill of not sticking to the body, you had better call a dress. "Emperor Tong seems to be used to commanding people like this.

"Hmm." I agreed perfunctorily, originally I wanted to say that the person you play the flute on the side didn't need to touch the leaves in the first place, but I really didn't bother to talk to him.

Emperor Tong is not good to me, or affectionate, but he has a super strong desire to control, and he can't wait for everyone to do what he tells him.

In addition, he also likes the so-called contradictory beauty, the exaggerated Chinese-style room, and the special eating and drinking of Western food, which is his extreme expression.

"Well, you'd better hurry. The time is three o'clock in the afternoon. Emperor Tong put his hands in his pockets, still the same way he commanded me, and then turned to leave.

"That means you're going to do it today?" Is it wise to get your hands dirty at an art exhibition?

"Huh." Emperor Tong turned around, and suddenly walked in front of me again, and said in my ear: "Otherwise, Ye Dashao, do you want to spend a few more days with me?" ”

I took a step back and said with some unhappiness: "Emperor Tong, you must be so close to me when you speak?" ”

"Speaking of which, there are few people in this world who deserve to be near me, and all of them have to keep their distance, because they don't deserve it. But, Ye Zhengling, you have to be honored. You're not one of them, but we have a fateful pact. Emperor Tong's eyes flashed with a strange light.

"What kind of fateful agreement, you shouldn't be in love with me, right?" I'm just casually saying, isn't it strange that there is some fateful agreement with a man? How did I not know about this? Emperor Tong hadn't mentioned this before.

"Heh, do you think it's humor? What can you know? Emperor Tong didn't answer me anything, just said something mockingly, and then changed the topic and said: "I urgently need the Hundred Demon Records of Mountains and Seas, you had better cooperate with me, and don't delay for a day." It's the limit of my patience until today, and I hope you won't be bad. ”

The previous qiē was that he was in a good mood and was just talking nonsense to me, this sentence is what he really thinks, right? Emperor Tong is like this, a person who has something that must be solved immediately, and it must be solved perfectly.

After saying this, Emperor Tong had already walked out of my room, and when I looked at the time on my watch, it was already more than 1 o'clock in the afternoon.

I really should pack up and head out for that so-called art show.

Yes, the artist has already determined who he is hiding in this Jiangnan town, to be precise, 'drifting' to this Jiangnan town.

His external identity is that of a sculptor, a sculptor who returned from studying in France, has only appeared in this carving circle for less than a year, and is already a little famous.

The outside world commented very well on his carving works, but I don't understand art, I only remember one sentence, I was very impressed, there was a carving master who said, saying that his carving works have mastered the texture and bones of the human body to an almost accurate realm.

This realm does not even stay on the surface, but from the inside out.

It feels like a sculpture of his body, and you can feel that under the muscles, there are real bones, and within the bone cavities, there are real internal organs.

"Huh." This evaluation reminds me of the murder video, is this how such accuracy was studied?

So, how many innocent lives were there under his hands?

However, my contemplation was interrupted by Emperor Tong, who threw a suit of clothes on my bed and told me to put them on almost as if I had an order: "You must not lose my face when you walk beside me." ”

He threw down that sentence.

And I wordlessly unfolded the black shirt and began to put the artist on it, I am very much looking forward to meeting you.