On the left is a bar with a variety of fine wines in the back, and directly opposite the gate is the rotunda, with crystal chandeliers hanging from the dome, and a row of sofas in the hall that looks like a place for guests to rest.

Behind the hall, there is a spiral staircase that leads straight to the second floor, which is quite delicately constructed.

For some reason, as soon as I walked in, I felt a chill all around, and a wind blowing from somewhere, blew in my face, making me feel a chill in my heart.

Although it is not very comfortable, but I didn't think much about it, after all, this mountain is originally a very yin place, and this B&B is located in such a remote place, sparsely populated, and the yin atmosphere is thicker, so there is no fuss.

"Xiao Chengzi, come and see!"

I was looking at the rotunda ceiling in front of me, and Lonnie, who had already walked to the opposite side, suddenly waved at me.

I hurried over to see that the wall where Lonnie was standing was covered with oil paintings!

"It's so realistic!"

Looking at the vivid portraits of women on the walls, I couldn't help but sigh.

These paintings are all busts of beautiful women, each with a different expression, either with a lowered eyebrow, or a subtle shyness, or a playful and lovely.

But what is the same is that the woman in the portrait is looking ahead with a smile, and every customer who walks in, as long as he raises his head, can look at the beautiful woman in the painting from a distance.

Looking at it, for some reason, I feel a little uncomfortable, although the women in these portraits are full of smiles, but between their eyebrows, there seems to be a faint sadness, which is not enough for outsiders.

Why do they all seem to be in a sad mood?

I was thinking about the deep meaning behind these women's expressions, when a cold voice suddenly came from behind me.

"You two, do you want to stay in a hotel?"

I turned abruptly and saw a thin man squinting at us.

The man was about thirty years old, pale, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and a navy blue woolen coat with a very simple design, paired with wide-legged dark blue jeans, giving him a sense of elegance.

I quickly asked, "Are you the boss here?" ”

The man nodded: "My name is Dink's house, you can call me Boss Ding, there is only one room left upstairs, I can give you a discount." ”

"Then it's troublesome."

After that, Lonnie and I followed behind Boss Ding and went to the bar to check in.

"Boss Ding, your homestay is hidden enough, ordinary people can't find it, right?"

While the man was going through the formalities, I asked intentionally or unintentionally.

Generally, those who open B&Bs in scenic spots choose popular and conspicuous locations, but this Ding boss built his B&B on this inaccessible halfway mountainside, and even hid in the dense forest at the foot of the mountain, as if he was afraid that he would be discovered.

Can business be good with such a homestay?

"Hehe, built in this kind of place, I want to be quiet."

Boss Ding said with a smile: "I am a painting lover, the environment here is beautiful, and no one bother, so I can satisfy my creative desires." ”

"As for whether you can attract guests, it's up to fate, anyway, I don't really care."

Good guy, it turned out to be a local tyrant, I couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Opening a homestay in this kind of scenic spot, the rent alone is an astronomical amount, this guy doesn't care about business, just to satisfy his artistic dreams.

It seems that there is a mine at home.

While talking, Boss Ding had already completed the check-in procedures and led me and Lonnie to the second floor.

On each side of the corridor on the second floor, there are three guest rooms, and the doors of each room are closed, and the silence inside is so quiet that it doesn't look like someone is occupying it.

But Boss Ding said that there was only one empty room left, so he was afraid that we would not live and deliberately deceive us.

But if he is really a local tyrant and doesn't care about business at all, he won't lie about the cost of a room.

When I was secretly speculating, the Dink family had opened the door to a guest room.

"This is the room of the two, I still have a painting that has not been completed, so I won't accompany it first, just come to 206 to find me if you have something."

After the Dink family finished speaking, they turned around and were about to leave.

"Boss Ding!"

At this time, Lonnie hurriedly stepped forward and stopped him: "I am very interested in the painting industry, I just saw those paintings you hung on the wall, it is really breathtaking, can we visit your studio?" ”

"Well...... this"

The Dink family showed a look of hesitation, and finally nodded when they saw Ronnie's eager gaze.

"Yes."

"But when I'm painting, I don't want to be disturbed, and I hope you can stay quiet when you visit."

Lonnie hurriedly said, "Don't worry, the two of us won't make a sound!" ”

"That's good."

The Dinks took a deep look at me and Lonnie, then turned around and walked towards the end of the hallway.

Lonnie didn't explain much, just one look at me and pulled me along.

I don't know why Lonnie went to visit Boss Ding's studio, but I can see that this Boss Ding is not quite right.

Perhaps, Lonnie is looking for clues.

206 is a studio, which is quite empty, with a table on the east side, and the surrounding walls, as downstairs, are also covered with portraits of women.

At this time, a long-haired woman was sitting in a chair in the middle, motionless, and when she saw us walk in, the woman smiled at Lonnie and me, nodded, and did not speak.

"This is a guest who stayed yesterday, and she also saw my painting and wanted me to paint a portrait of her."

After Dink's finished speaking, he picked up a whiteboard by the wall, sat down opposite the woman, and traced it.

I have to say that the standard of portrait painting of the Dink family is indeed very high, and after a while, the outline of the woman was depicted, with a smile and a smile, almost no different from a real person.

I was a layman in painting, and after looking at it for a while, I lost interest, so I started walking around the studio and admiring the portraits hanging on the walls.

Compared with the portraits hanging downstairs, these portraits look more refined, the colors are fuller, and the expressions of the characters are more vocal.

Looking at it, I was suddenly fascinated by the picture book on the table.

The cover of this album is a little boy sticking out his tongue to scare a little girl next to him.

Compared to the realistic portraits on the wall, the style of this painting is very different, it looks a little abstract and a little weird.

I was so curious that I picked up the album and wanted to look through it.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, the Dinks, who were concentrating on painting, suddenly shouted violently, ran over with an arrow step, and snatched the album.

"You can't read this album!"