If it weren't for this painting, Bai Yun wouldn't have told Xu Zhisheng any of his addresses. She felt that finding the man who came to her door was a big problem, completely breaking her alone pleasure.

It stands to reason that Xu Zhisheng is a busy man, who knew that he actually pushed off countless meetings and gave himself a few days off. has been busy for more than 20 years, except for three days off when he got married, he hasn't even taken half a day off after that. He treats his occasional business trip as a half-vacation, escaping from the hectic scene of a crime investigation. What are the specifics of a business trip? On the surface, he is meticulous about his work, but in fact, he has always maintained a calm attitude in his heart. The wine in the glass is not empty for more than three seconds, there is not a drop left in the toast, and he has never been drunk, in the eyes of his friends, he seems to be such a persona.

After entering the door, Bai Yun opened the doors and windows to carefully observe the surroundings to see if there was any evidence that the two were peering together. In short, she didn't want anyone to see her and Xu Zhisheng together.

"Seriously, how much did you pay for this painting?"

"The contract says 100,000 yuan."

"I didn't expect this painting to be so valuable."

"Actually, the painting is nowhere near worth the price. Although I put 100,000 yuan into the other party's account, he finally stuffed two cases of imported wine into my trunk. This was completely expected by me. ”

"Can you really think that the gods are unaware can really be unaware?"

"It's nothing, nowhere near as if they invited me to a meal. In other words, not everyone has the opportunity to open the trunk when I give him. ”

"How much benefit will you give him after that? You're such a bad person. ”

"It's really a university question to be able to get out of the country, and I've honed it over the years. Let's not talk about work. It's rare to leave work, so I can relax. ”

"Would you like some drink? There is only beer at home. ”

"Good idea. I'll take a shower and change my clothes. It's really tiring to carry this painting all the way. ”

"The bath salts are in the drawer next to the tub, you can soak them."

"Do you want to be together?"

"Excuse me."

Compared with the reluctant eyes when they parted that day, Bai Yun put on a disdainful face for himself, only asking Xu Zhisheng to see it in the clouds and confused.

"I'll set the temperature of the water for you, and you can do the rest yourself."

"I'm really tired from this journey, if only someone could rub my shoulders."

"Don't talk about it, it's a pure old pervert."

"Hahaha, the old pervert who came out of your mouth is pretty cute. It's right for me, it's right for me. ”

The painting is light when hung on the wall, but it is as hard as a stone in the hand. Moving from the living room to the study, just a few steps already made Bai Yun feel a little difficult. Suddenly, she experienced Xu Zhisheng's romance.

Although it has not yet been opened, the magic of this painting has been quietly merging with the air here from the moment it enters, and it is spreading.

"Are you sure this is the one we saw at the hotel that day?"

"I'm sure. I took it off the walls of the hotel myself, and I don't feel comfortable with anyone doing it. ”

"Is this a cursed painting?"

Xu Zhisheng came out in his nightgown, his hair still wet, dripping on the wooden floor, leaving a long raindrop shape. Maybe the water was too hot, and his skin was red, as if it had been sunburned and steaming.

"Don't worry, let me see."

When he arrived at the study, he found that his glasses had fallen on the coffee table in the living room, and his vision was blurry, and his vision of paintings was blurred. "Is that the person in the painting? It's like. ”

"You've also found out, why is this happening?"

"That's the sunset over Lingxi Lake, you're watching the sunset."

"Why is there no water in Lingxi Lake? Where did all the water go, and when did Lingxi Lake have a major drought? ”

"According to historical records, hundreds of years ago, Lingxi Lake dried up once. That summer, there was a great drought in the entire Lingxi City, and it was Lingxi Lake that supported the people and crops in the entire city to survive. People drained the water in Lingxi Lake. There was also a legend circulating at the time, which was later almost lost. I'm afraid no one will know what happened now. ”

"Look at this painting, it seems to tell us this story."

"Is there a monster like the Loch Ness Monster living under the lake?"

"There's no shadow of a monster in the painting."

"I guess the painter was eaten by the monster after he finished painting."

"Not all monsters eat people. The battle between people is the most terrifying. ”

Although hundreds of years had passed, Bai Yun remembered that she had never been to Lingxi City before she met Xu Zhisheng. Maybe the woman in the painting is just like her, not her. Unlike photographs, paintings do not exist simply to record real images. It is the spiritual world of the painter and represents the painter's artistic outlook.

"Do you think there is a possibility that the painting is cursed, or that it has been entrusted with a heavy task? It wants me to trust it and take me to find the truth of everything. ”

"I also believe that everything in this world is related, such as me and you, you and painting, painting and Lingxi Lake, Lingxi Lake and your father."