Compared with the complicated furnishings and stacked paintings in the painter's house, the sculptor's house is crowded but well organized. At a glance, the sculptor's house is divided into three parts: the carving area, the accommodation area, and the warehouse. The carving area is where Merlin and Marshall are now, and when you enter the door, you can see a piece of marble on the ground that is about the same height as an adult male, and it is slightly shaped, but you can vaguely discern what the [sculptor] wants to carve. The accommodation area is on the second floor, and you can see it when you look up. The warehouse, on the other hand, was hidden in the deepest part of the room, hidden by a dusty but extremely clean wooden door.

"There's no place for you to sit, so let's stand." [Painter] stood very straight, there was no smile on his face, but his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and he was not afraid, "Since you have been accepted by the Art Street, then you will be rewarded accordingly." The content of the rewards is based on age, and you are relatively young, so you will receive the least rewards among those who enter the Art Street. ”

The two nodded their heads again and again, bursts of joy welling up in their hearts. I didn't expect them to be crooked, but they could also get an extra chance to improve.

"Also, if the answers you give at the door do not satisfy any of us, then the doors of Art Street will not be open for you."

"Who approved my answer?" Marshall was a little curious and couldn't help asking.

[Painter] smiled in his eyes: "It's me." I agree with your answer. ”

"Why?"

"Don't you already have the answer in your own mind?" The painter said, "This beautiful young lady. ”

Marshall was silent and did not respond, as if thinking about something. Merlin also asked with interest, "Then who approved my answer?" ”

[The painter's] face froze suddenly, and he looked at Merlin, his lips didn't seem to move, but his words were clear: "[Writer]." I can't understand the answer you gave, and I can't understand the guy's affirmative attitude towards the answer you gave. The four of us never understood each other. ”

"Don't you have the same attitude towards beauty?"

"It's different." The Sculptor shook his head and waved his hand, "It's time to get back to business, it's time to show you my work." In fact, the so-called reward is just for you to see our works. I'm sure you'll get something out of these works. Come here. ”

The sculptor straightened out his clothes, wiped the dust off the brown overalls he was wearing, and led the two to the small gray wooden door, and then stretched out his right hand and slowly opened the small door that spanned time.

Everything was wonderfully quiet. There are only three pieces in this warehouse, each of which is the three different movements of a dancer. Dressed in a light lace-rimmed dress, the dancer stood on her left foot like a swan, and slowly raised her left hand and stretched it forward. She didn't stop, she turned to the right again, volleyed in a circle, showed a soft neck upwards, and then slowly landed. The three movements are done in one go, and finally freeze in the floating white swan.

The two of them suddenly realized that they were only looking at three sculptures, and such a wonderful reverie appeared in their minds, but it was also strange and surprising. This kind of pure, visual enjoyment is actually able to bring people auditory and even tactile synesthesia, which also gives the two of them a different view of art.

"This is only a small part of my work, but this small part can also satisfy you temporarily." With a wave of his hand, the two of them flashed out of the warehouse, "Time is expensive, you should go." ”

"Thank you, sir." Marshall said sincerely, with tears in her eyes, presumably moved by these three sculptures.

"Actually, you don't know anything about beauty. No one can truly recognize beauty. The [sculptor] sent them out of his home, straightened his collar, pulled a chisel from his pocket, and said, "The next thing to entertain you is the guy who plays music, and I should get on with my work." Remember to enjoy it when the time comes. ”

Merlin waited for Marshall to wipe away his tears, but still spoke curiously: "Why are you crying?" ”

"I just...... Something came to mind. Marshall blinked vigorously, "It's okay, it's time to go to the next room." ”

Before the two of them could approach the room belonging to the musician, they heard a harsh scraping sound coming from inside. This kind of sound is hard to hear, and the cows and sheep who don't understand music will leave with a sad roar when they come, and the eyebrows of the two immediately flew to the sky, covering their ears and their legs fighting.

"Heavenly ...... Oh, my God! Marshall's face turned pale, and he tried to drown out the noise of sawing stumps with his own voice, but it was useless, "...... I'm going to throw up! ”

"Don't, don't spit on me!" Merlin immediately walked away from her, and Marshall immediately rolled his eyes at him.

Marshall said angrily: "I haven't thrown up yet!" ”

Except for the innermost room belonging to the [Writer], the remaining two artists rushed out with a grim face, the [Painter's] forehead was bruised, and the [Sculptor] actually broke his beloved chisel!

"This old madman...... What the fuck are you doing! After the sound stopped, I was absolutely going to use my paintbrush to insert his anus into eight petals! ”

"A madman crazier than you...... Come here once in three days, and let people have no way to live! The painter grabbed the doorknob and pulled out four fingerprints on the doorknob, "Hey, little girl! Knock on his door, I don't believe this guy can do it to girls! ”

She rushed forward with a lunge and vigorously slammed the door of the house belonging to [the musician]. The sound of torture finally ended. She stood still, breathed hard, and lived hard.

The two of them felt that the previous peaceful atmosphere was even more beautiful, and they had an inexplicable fear of entering the next hut. Merlin stepped forward, Marshall took two steps back, they didn't dare to take the initiative to open the door, but they didn't want the guy inside not to open the door, what if the sound of death and life sounded again!

Luckily, hurried footsteps could soon be heard in the house, and the moment the door opened, Merlin and Marshall were shocked by what the people in front of them were wearing. Obviously he was a musician with a violin in his hand, but he actually had earplugs in both ears, and it seemed that he obviously knew what he was doing!

"Oh...... I'm sorry, I didn't know you were out there...... But ......" [musician] was apologetic at first, but when he said the word "but", he strangely changed his face full of anticipation, "What do you think of my performance just now?" ”

"What do you say? I just played! [The painter] stood outside the door and shouted, "I think you're magnifying the stinking fart!" ”

"Oh, my old fellow, weren't you sawing wood just now?" The sculptor clasped his hands in each other, trying to find a good excuse for the other's "performance", "Isn't it?" ”

"Nope! I'm playing! [The musician] smiled, "These two children, what do you think of my performance?" ”

"Uh," Merlin thought of all the compliments in his head in three seconds, but subconsciously eliminated them one by one, "...... Distinctive? ”

"Haha! Very distinctive! [The musician] laughed heartily, and he raised his left hand and was picking up a bow, "Then I'm improvising a song for you!" ”

"Oh no! You old madman! Fuck me off, I tell you, if you dare to make that kind of sawing sound, I will definitely take you into my words and lock you up for a million years! [The painter] took out the brush from his bosom, and the tip of the brush scribbled in the air, leaving bright colors.

"You've never been able to beat me, dirty devil!" The musician set up his monocle, waved his bow at the two of them, and said, "Come in, I won't embarrass you." These two guys simply don't understand...... It's impossible to understand my music. ”

"You're not music, you're sawing wood!" With that, he slammed the door shut with a grim face. The sculptor smiled wryly, shrugged, and quietly went back to his room.

Merlin and Marshall trembled into the room belonging to the musician, and sure enough, there were all kinds of musical instruments inside. Merlin found that the more inward the room, the more space there was. [The musician] actually has a whole set of orchestral instruments in his home, as well as all kinds of pianos, and of course other strange instruments that the two have never seen before.

[The musician] has a slightly younger face than the previous two, but the clothes on his body seem to have been worn for a hundred years, and his hat and pants seem to be made by a manufacturer. When he walked into his room, he tripped over a cardboard box next to him, and fell out of a whole box of sheet music, he cursed a few words, and gave himself a slap in the face for some reason.

As the two looked at each other, he waved his hand, and the sheet music scattered on the ground flew back into the worn cardboard box.