Traveling all the way, all the way, Zhang Ang and Adolf came to the outside of Vienna. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Several fences were erected at the gates of the city, forming an improvised checkpoint, and dozens of soldiers dressed in old-fashioned Austrian military uniforms searched the gates of the city as people came in and out.

However, they didn't check it strictly, they just flipped through the salute roughly, asked a few more questions, and easily let it go.

The same was true for Zhang Ang, who, after handing over a few pieces of clothing and paintbrushes and paints, answered a few questions such as "Where are you from?" and "Where are you from?" and "What are you doing in Vienna?" and the two were sent to the city as young painters who had come to Vienna to study.

The atmosphere in the city was a little tense, and the streets were constantly passing by in groups of soldiers, and they were in a hurry, some escorting some carts loaded with bricks, tiles, wood, and other materials.

Fortunately, the soldiers didn't pay attention to the two of them, and drove the cart away by themselves.

When you enter the city, the first thing you do, of course, is to find a place to stay, and then go to inquire about the news, and according to the news, you will specify an assassination plan.

"Adolf, I remember you said together that you had come to Vienna to study, do you know where to stay?" asked Zhang Ang, turning his head.

After thinking about it, Adolf said: "Looking at the current atmosphere in the city, with the two of us, it is not suitable to live in a formal hotel, otherwise it is easier to be noticed, so it is better to live in those that are not very formal." ”

"It's not very formal, what does it look like?" Zhang Ang said he didn't understand.

"It's the kind I used to stay in when I came to Vienna. Adolf explained a little, but didn't say much.

After following Adolf for a while, Zhan Gao probably understood what this "not very formal" meant.

Vienna is the first art capital in the mainland, but it does not mean that all the artists who live here are great artists. In addition to ordinary citizens, there are also a large number of low-level painters and musicians, who are not even called home, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are painters and performers.

Some of them are not talented enough, some are a little older, and some are cut off from the path to great artists just because the examiner says "no aura".

Most of these people are not willing to give up the path of art, leave Vienna and return to their hometown to be an ordinary person, but live in Vienna, the younger ones will seriously prepare for the next year's admission assessment, and the older ones, they will paint and play on the street, in anticipation of passing masters, recruiting as disciples. Of course, such legends are sometimes circulated in the circles of these people, but no one can confirm them.

Leaving the main road, Zhang Ang followed Adolf to a long alley, which, according to Adolf, was called "Art Street" and was a gathering place for low-class artists in Vienna.

The street is very lively, the streets are full of people, and the walls of the torn houses are also full of paintings, landscapes, buildings, portraits, and so on. Sometimes, passers-by will occasionally stop by to talk to the owner of the painting and buy the one they like.

According to Zhang Ang, these paintings are very good, but it is obvious that they will not sell for money, and most of them are sold for silver coins and copper, with no trace of gold in sight.

There are also people with flutes, violins, and cellos, who play unknown tunes selflessly, but these players are generally far apart, and few are willing to throw coins in the case in front of them.

Whether it is a painter or a performer, their clothes are very plain, there are no longer a few patches on their clothes, and some of the musical instruments have traces of repair, at first glance, they are relatively financially constrained, and most of them have melancholy faces and no smiles.

"You've set up a stall here before?" asked Zhang Ang, looking at Adolf with some curiosity.

"I've lived here for a few years, but I've never set up a stall, I have a regular job. Adolf's face flushed slightly.

"Do you have a permanent job, do you want to draw postcards?" asked Zhang Ang.

"No, no, it's not a postcard, it's another kind of painting...... Well...... It's just a simple job to make ends meet, and there's nothing to talk about. Adolf interrupted the conversation, clearly not wanting to continue.

Walking through this long alley, a row of old houses appeared in front of the two of them.

"Alright, this is it. Adolf explains: "It's the cheapest place to live in Vienna, and no one here checks your identity." ”

Follow Adolf into the house, and be greeted by a small room with a small window.

I saw Adolf walk over familiarly, take out a few silver coins and slap them on the table, and said, "Open a separate room!

The small window opened, and an old man looked out of the window, and he looked Adolf up and down a few times, as if he suddenly remembered something: "Hey, isn't this Adolf? Why did you come back? I haven't seen you for a few years, how long and strong." ”

"Come on...... to do things. Adolf's face was a little bad, and he said coldly.

"Oh, I also opened a separate house, I don't sleep in the Chase bunk, it seems that I have made a fortune. The old man seemed to be familiar with Adolf: "Is the one in the back your friend?"

"Yes, it's my friend, feel like give me the key. Adolf said impatiently.

"Oh, really, I still don't have any patience at all, can't you talk with my old guy after so many years?" The old man's tone was full of complaints: "When you fell like that, wasn't it the job I helped you find?"

"Let's talk later, settle down today, and then go out for something. Adolf looked a little unnatural.

"Good, good, for you. The old man threw a bunch of keys out of the window: "Third floor, 305, third room on the left." ”

As a result, Adolf didn't know how to take Zhang Ang and prepared to go upstairs, as if he didn't want to stay down there for a second.

But as soon as he stepped up the stairs, the old man's voice came from behind: "Oh, by the way, Adolf, do you still paint? I happen to have a job here, and the pay is very good, just like your previous job, which is still to draw women." Oops, I have to say, you kid drew the woman ......"

"Let's go. Before he could finish speaking, Adolf greeted Zhang Ang and walked upstairs with a runaway.

After settling into the small room and looking at Adolf, whose face was flushed, Zhang Ang decided not to reveal the scars and ask him what kind of women he had drawn before. Instead, he said directly: "Okay, settled down, let's go and inquire about the news, are there any lively bars in Vienna?"

(To be continued.) )