Emperor Tong is a very tasteful person, I must admit this.

At least as far as I can see, he's dressed just right, whether it's casual, formal or whatever.

But his taste was placed on me, and I felt that it was completely inappropriate.

Close-fitting black shirt and white pants, how I look at myself in the mirror, how do I feel like a stupid x, there is a feeling of hard literary art.

At this time, Emperor Tong was already impatient to come to 'check', saw my strange expression in the mirror, leaned against the door frame, and said lazily: "Even if you put a panda skin on the pig, it is also a pig like a panda, so you can do it, let's go." ”

I don't know what kind of expression I should use to face the 'meanness' of the Tong Emperor, I don't have the dazzling appearance of him, but at least since I was a child, there are many people who say that I am good-looking, why did I become a pig in his mouth?

However, if you want to care about this kind of talk, you obviously can't finish thinking about Emperor Tong.

Thinking about it, I simply put the natal array seal in a backpack that looked very business-like, and went out with Emperor Tong.

Outside, it was misty and rainy.

Emperor Tong holds a black umbrella, like an elegant nobleman walking in the European Middle Ages, holding a walking stick.

But I think he pretended to be overdone, the smoke and rain all the way, the umbrella was not used, but he was collected and held in his hand, what does it mean? Aren't you ready to fight? However, Emperor Tong has nothing else in his body except for an umbrella, is this preparing to fight with his bare hands?

I complained inwardly, but on the surface I was silent.

Emperor Tong frowned at me impatiently and said, "Your umbrella is a little bit for me?" ”

"I'm not your subordinate, why don't you hold your own umbrella?" Walking in the rain with the same umbrella as Emperor Tong is obviously not a romantic thing.

"I naturally have my reasons." The Tong Emperor urged me impatiently.

Helpless, I can only hold an umbrella with him, I feel that he and I are like two sugar canes, he is the sugar cane with the skin torn from the top, and I am the skin torn from the bottom because, wearing so relatively, he has a white shirt and black pants, and I have a black shirt and white pants.

How is he 'talented'? To come up with such a match?

Along the way, there were people around us who looked at us with suspicious eyes, and I guess I had a lot of thoughts in my heart, and I couldn't wait to find a hole in the ground to get into.

Emperor Tong was calm all the way, but when he walked to the corner, he gently touched his black-rimmed glasses, and said disdainfully and arrogantly: "A group of laymen." I always think that my random guesses are right. ”

As he spoke, his wrist turned dexterously, and the black umbrella in his hand pulled out a beautiful umbrella flower, which he put away again.

Well, it's like Monkey King is playing with a golden hoop stick.

It's just that I don't dare to think about what the layman in his mouth will guess in his heart.

This Jiangnan town full of ancient style and water town is not big, and Emperor Tong and I only walked for ten minutes to the end of an alley, a quiet courtyard.

This small courtyard is really full of a quiet and fresh taste, but a casual corner, will fall into a bustling eye.

This is the most famous courtyard here, and it is also a well-preserved ancient building that carries a certain historical age.

But in this small town where the 'Garden of Eden' exists in the hearts of artists, this small courtyard has been endowed with a more sacred 'attribute', that is, a holy place for private exhibitions in the art circle.

Yes, not to the public, just exhibitions circulating in art circles.

Low-key, mysterious, but full of a certain high-standard feeling, it must not be simple to 'enter the house' in this small courtyard.

Legend has it that there are many famous artists who have been famous in China since then, and there are art such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Now, Emperor Tong and I have walked into such a small courtyard, even if we know that it is the 'artist', strictly speaking, it is a demon carving exhibition, there is a little awe in my heart.

Everything is spiritual, and this saying is widely spread in Taoists and even circles.

As small as a pen that has been used for a long time, as large as a room, it will be contaminated with people's aura, thus forming its own unique 'temperament', which is typical of this small courtyard.

And when it comes to the examples of things having spirits, there are inevitably too many, and today's theme is obviously not this, and Emperor Tong and I, as demon hunters, are only infected by this small courtyard.

At three o'clock, the small courtyard still seems quiet.

I don't know if it's the bird that is not afraid of the autumn rain, and from time to time it makes one or two pleasant chirps and walks through the winding corridor in the courtyard, and at the end is a few opened rooms, which are the most sacred exhibition halls.

At this time, a typical Jiangnan girl was leaning softly in front of the table at the door, with her hands on her cheeks, and in this drizzly afternoon, she didn't know what she was thinking?

At this time, Emperor Tong took out two delicate gilded invitations and handed one to me.

It is worthy of being a town of art paradise, even an invitation is written with a brush, and the calligraphy arrangement of ancient China is full of charm, which is not at all comparable to the inferior prints that are full of outside.

Since the exhibition here is for the circle, not for profit, but for some kind of common recognition of the insiders, naturally not everyone can participate, what is needed is this kind of special invitation.

Because it's handwritten, it's not easy to imitate.

With Emperor Tong, I don't have to worry about these things, he seems to be very capable of everything, and he can easily get such an invitation.

It's just that I lived in this small town in the south of the Yangtze River for three or five days, and I heard that one day, a mysterious, handsome and beautiful man, in a teahouse where artists like to gather, suddenly played a guzheng, which shocked the audience, and was unanimously recognized in the circle.

This kind of invitation that will only circulate in the circle is naturally a trivial matter.

"In fact, with the power of the family, isn't it simpler? This Tong Emperor, whatever he does, he likes to be high-profile. I took the invitation and handed it to another girl who looked at Emperor Tong and was a little sluggish, but the thought in my heart was that I was dissatisfied with Emperor Tong's high-profile man, I didn't have to guess at all, and I knew that it was Emperor Tong's.

"Girl, in fact, the way you leaned lazily on the table just now is a little more tempting. Like a sweet fruit. Emperor Tong seemed to like to show off at all times, with his habitual smile, I don't know whether it was mockery or smiling, and said that to other girls.

As a result, the girl who received the invitation at the door was suddenly made red-faced.

I can't help it, so I just dragged Emperor Tong into the exhibition hall, if it's here to fight, don't make any extraneous branches.

Emperor Tong tidied up his clothes with some dissatisfaction, and warned me: "Ye Zhengling, you'd better not pull my clothes, I hate sloppy wrinkles on my clothes." ”

I didn't bother to pay attention to him, but I was really attracted by the carvings in the exhibition hall, because, as soon as I entered the exhibition hall, I was surrounded by a sense of depraved despair, and what is the sense of depraved despair, at this time, even a person like me, who is completely insulated from art, feels profound.

That is, despair and pain have reached the limit, but in the heart, there is a strange pleasure in the soul, and it is completely conquered by pain and despair and infinitely degenerated.

That's it, right? I looked up at the exhibition hall and saw the sculptures in different postures that were such a strong feeling.

The artist only sculpts the human body, which has been mentioned in the materials for a long time, and here, the first thing to see is all kinds of human bodies, no matter what posture, with or without clothes, they are full of an inexplicable sense of vividness.

At this time, you will be able to appreciate how pertinent the previous master's evaluation is.

Just from the surface, you can feel the storage of flesh, bones, and internal organs!

And, much more than that, these carvings are endowed with a strong sense of despair, which I call a depraved despair, and although their demeanor is not consistent, you can feel that they are suffering from pain through the eyes of these carvings.

In addition, no matter what their expressions are, the corners of their mouths have a strange arc, large or small.

This arc seems to be smiling but not smiling, as if you are enjoying it.

I was shocked at first, but after watching it for a long time, I felt that the expression from the soul was given to them by the artist, and this expression felt like playing with 'people', a kind of training and playing from body to soul.

Is this the angle of the demon? Thinking of this, I couldn't help frowning slightly.

Compared with me, the Tong Emperor seems to be much more leisurely, he puts his hands in his pockets, and walks gently in this exhibition hall, not like me to feel in general, but every carving, he will look at it carefully, and even occasionally lean over and sniff it, as if this can feel a certain breath more deeply.

There are not many people in the exhibition hall, except for me and Emperor Tong, there are only three or five people.

But without exception, everyone who watches the exhibition here has a more or less painful frown on their faces, and the biggest feature of art is that it is mysterious at all, and there is only one thing that is the most important, that is, it can move people's hearts, even those who don't understand it will be moved.

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"The artist is such a genius, and the people here seem to be miserable. Impressed? The corners of Emperor Tong's mouth hooked up a chuckle, I don't know when he walked to my side, so he commented.

He kept turning the black umbrella in his hand, and the only action was this action, which made people feel that he had some ups and downs.

He said what I wanted to say, and I wiped my face and said, "Yes, I was shaken by the artist." But don't you feel apart from you? ”

"Really? If you imagine that everyone here is a person who died at his hands, would you still be impressed? Or is it just the urge to stomp him under his feet and crush him a hundred times? The smile on the corner of Emperor Tong's mouth became colder and colder.

I didn't answer, just looked at another small door not far away, and said slowly, "Shouldn't we go and meet that great artist?" ”

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