Eternal Burning

After dinner, Yang Haiyang cleaned up the table and took out two tickets for the art exhibition from the bedroom.

Mei Zixun's Solo Exhibition? I was reading the head-up on the ticket and was unfamiliar with the painter.

It's Yunrou's mother. Yang Haiyang said, after her death, all her paintings were managed by the foundation under her name. Every year, art exhibitions are held around the world regularly. In addition to maintaining the daily operations of the foundation, the proceeds will be used for charity.

The ticket was given to me by Yunrou, let me give it to you, saying that you look like a person with great artistic appreciation...

Although aesthetics is also a branch of the philosophical system, I have always just studied and discussed it, and know very little about the works it presents. but……

Thank her for me. Since it was sent to me by Shang Yunrou, I should go there anyway, so as to live up to her kindness.

The only person around me who was interested in the exhibition was Shen Luoyu. I called her and asked, she happened to be free this Saturday.

The art exhibition is from 8:00 to 17:00 at the National Art Museum. Shen Luoyu and I agreed to meet at the entrance of the art museum at 3:00 in the afternoon, and we ended up having a meal together.

Before going to the art exhibition, I specifically checked the information of Cha Mei Zixun on the Internet, so that I could have a basic understanding of her paintings, so that I wouldn't understand anything by then.

Most of the information on the Internet is about her art exhibitions, awards before her death, etc., but Shang Lu was only mentioned once, and the words depression and suicide did not appear once, only that she died of illness at the age of thirty-seven.

Her most representative paintings mostly stay before the age of 30. The combination of bright and splendid colors and natural scenery creates her unique personal style. Unfortunately, after the age of 30, due to illness, her paintings decreased year by year, and she stopped creating in the last two years.

Garden Scenery is the last group of giant oil paintings she created when she was 30 years old. There are three paintings in total, each of which is 190X200 cm. It can be said that she is the protagonist of every painting exhibition. Even the tickets are printed with this group of paintings. partial screenshot.

On Saturday, Shen Luoyu and I met and entered the art gallery together, and then we went to the exhibition separately, each looking at each, and only agreed to meet at the exit at five o'clock.

The exhibition hall is quite large, but there are not many people. Sometimes no one bothers to look at a painting for a long time.

Mei Zixun's color is really amazing, it looks very beautiful on the Internet, and if you look at the real work on the spot, it can only be described as shocking.

I wandered slowly, looking at each piece, and I watched it with relish, and it was already four o'clock when I arrived at the area where Garden Scenery was exhibited.

The huge exhibition hall has two entrances, one enters and the other exits. Just as I was about to enter, I saw a man standing in the middle, wearing a cap and a black motorcycle suit. I didn't need to see the whole face, just a silhouette I recognized it was Shang Muxiao.

He didn't come to my eyes this week, and with the cancellation of the bet, it seemed that my contact with him was also cut off.

After a week of healing, the wounds on the hands and feet have scabbed over, and I believe it will be back to normal after a while. I thought that Shang Muxiao would gradually fade out of my memory like this wound, and there would be no more episodes. As a result, when you visit an art exhibition, you can encounter...

That's right, this was originally his mother's art exhibition, so why would it be strange for him to come and see it as a son?

I was just about to go quietly, before he found out, to get out quickly. I glanced out of the corner of the eye and saw what he was holding, and my heart skipped a beat.

It was a ceramic box-opening knife. It looked like a pen and could be stretched. It was a good hand at unpacking express. I would know because I have such a knife too.

It's not as sharp as a traditional blade, but it's more than enough to cut through the canvas.

Shang Muxiao stood quietly in front of Garden Scenery, looking up at the most central picture, constantly extending and retracting the ceramic blade in his hand, unaware of my arrival.

His face was very gloomy, looking at the painting in front of him with a hint of ruthlessness. As if it was not the beautiful home in his dream, but his nightmare.

I had a hunch that he was going to do something stupid. He brought a ceramic knife to avoid the security check. I don't think he was just here to receive express delivery.

Suddenly, he walked towards the painting.

Shang Mu Xiao! My body made its own choices before reason came into play.

Shang Muxiao stopped and looked at me like a ghost. I took the opportunity to go over and grab his wrist.

open. His tone was terrifying, he didn't bother about why I was here, he just wanted me to let him go.

The more he is like this, the more I will not let go, but the tighter the grip.

what are you going to do? Surveillance is everywhere here, every painting has an alarm, are you crazy? Although these are his mother's paintings, technically speaking, they already belong to the foundation, and he cannot own them, and he has no right to destroy them.

Again, let go. The last two words, he pronounced clearly, word by word.

Even if you don't see it, how can you turn a blind eye when you come here?

He raised his hand to try to break free, but I held on firmly to prevent him from moving, and the two of them pulled together in the exhibition hall. He thought I was nosy, and I thought he was too disobedient, and his actions were irritated.

I don't understand why he always does some outrageous things, he clearly has a good life, but he lives in a mess.