Trechakov Museum of Fine Arts.
It wasn't Monday, so it was still open. Boss Luo, who felt that every building in this city was new, naturally didn't let go of this famous art museum.
He took a frontal photo here and sent it to Subeditor Ren's mobile phone. Today's task was completed. He had to report his whereabouts at least once a day to prove that he was safe. This was the minimum requirement for Boss Luo's trip.
"Since we come to Trechakov, we naturally have to see the painting 'The Nameless Maiden'." You Ye said beside Luoqiu.
Luoqiu, who was reading the booklet of the gallery, nodded and said, "One of the top ten paintings in the world, I'm curious about it."
Except for the closing day, Trechakov Museum of Fine Arts would receive many tourists every day. Among the crowd, the club boss and the servant girl simply passed the security check and walked into the old museum of Trechakov Museum of Fine Arts.
Boss Luo, who didn't care much about the scenery on the road, always went straight to the goal. He didn't stop in front of any famous painting.
Looking directly at the woman depicted in the painting 'The Nameless Maiden' in the key area of the exhibition hall, Luoqiu had a different way of appreciation from ordinary people. He could feel the mood of the painter.
"Many people think that the woman in the painting is Tolstoy's' Anna Karenina '. Karenina was the main character in "Karenina". However, this was something that ordinary people couldn't investigate. So some people think it should be an unknown actress. It seems that only the author himself knows who she is. "
Luoqiu listened to You Ye's explanation, which was much better than the commentators in this exhibition area … Luoqiu referred to the voice.
Of course, this could also be heard from the commentator's mouth, but the following words might not be spoken by the commentator.
"But in fact, the woman in the painting …"
"He loves this woman."
Suddenly, You Ye's words were interrupted. It was a tourist of the same batch, standing behind them.
He had soft wavy hair, a narrow and high nose, thin lips and a lush beard. At first glance, he looked like a middle-aged man.
But for Luoqiu and You Ye who were more sensitive to vitality, this person was actually quite young, probably not more than 30 years old.
Luoqiu didn't feel unhappy about being suddenly talked to. He just curiously looked at this typical Russian young man, and asked with interest, "How do you know that the painter loves his model? There seems to be such a saying too. This girl is a figment of the artist's imagination. "
The young man with hair looked at the painting. His eyes' focus, and even his whole mind didn't seem to be around him. Even though he could respond to the questions around him, even though he knew who was around him, he gave off the feeling that he was the only one standing before the painting.
This was a very rare kind of concentration.
He Luoqiu, I can feel it. "
The young man suddenly closed his eyes. His left hand spread out in front of him, and his thumb was slightly clasped. His right hand was also raised at the same time, and his fingers seemed to be holding something. This was the posture of painting.
He seemed to be talking to himself, not responding to anyone's question, "I can feel it. Every stroke, every painting. When I write, when I hesitate … it's so strong, so touching. "
It seemed that he didn't just make this gesture to be more convincing. His right hand was moving slowly in the air.
It wasn't a posture that seemed to be painting … but he was painting, painting in his heart.
But he seemed to be so focused that he didn't feel anything outside his body. At this time, his body was being held up by the two guards of the art gallery, one on the left and one on the right, and they were dragging him out.
The young man didn't resist at all. He still had his eyes closed, and he was still painting with the non-existent palette and brush in his hand.
"I'm sorry, Sir, Miss, this guy just now didn't disturb you?"
A man who looked like a staff of the gallery came to Luoqiu and You Ye and asked politely.
Luoqiu asked softly, "Should he disturb others?"
The staff was stunned … Such an answer was rarely encountered.
"No, no. This guy generally doesn't disturb anyone, but only us. "The staff shook his head and said helplessly.
Looking at the puzzled look of the oriental man in front of him, the staff simply said, "He was originally an employee of the gallery, but he was fired because of some mistakes he made. But this guy can still sneak in every time … Oh, sir, you have to know, as long as he comes in through the normal way and has the ticket, we welcome him. But he snuck in on his own accord, so … you should understand. This kind of behavior is like a madman. "
"Go ahead." Luoqiu nodded and didn't ask anything more.
The staff smiled and said, "Sir, your Russian is really good …"
He wanted to praise him, but this oriental guest didn't seem to listen to him at all. Instead, he directly turned around and looked at the famous painting that was treasured here.
He was so focused … just like the guy who was dragged out just now. The staff had a feeling that nothing could shake this guest's concentration at this time.
Damn it.
He suddenly felt a strange chill, and his whole body inexplicably shuddered. He lowered his head and walked away quickly.
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The third day?
There was a very strong smell of alcohol in Oleg's house, which even seemed to be mixed with the rancid smell of his soul.
The reason for that was because he really did look like he was rotten.
It was just Nikita's most intuitive feeling.
Wearing brand new clothes, Nikita suddenly remembered Brother Oleg who had always taken care of him. Today, he planned to treat this brother to a good meal, but …
"Oleg! What happened to you? " Nikita walked to the front of Oleg, frowning and looking at the drunk man, "I went to the company, and the boss said you haven't come to work for three days. Are you drinking here?"
The drunk Oleg opened his eyes slightly and burped. It seemed that he recognized Nikita.
He used his hands to push himself up from the sofa, but he didn't manage to push himself up. Instead, he fell down again.
Nikita quickly bent down to help Oleg up, but Oleg's hands were groping on the table, sweeping down the beer bottles one by one, "Give me some vodka."
"Damn it!" Nikita scolded, "You're not the Oleg I know! You shouldn't be like this! What the hell happened to you? "
Oleg suddenly stopped.
He patted his forehead hard, as if this was the only way to sober himself up. Oleg's eyes became bigger, but they were bloodshot.
"You're right, I shouldn't be like this … I'm going to find Antonio." Oleg pulled Nikita's arm and stood up, muttering to himself, "I'm going to find him, find him, find him … Where's my key? Where's my car key? Where's my key?!!! "
His voice became louder, more violent, and angrier. He was like a lion, "Where's my key!!"
Nikita swore that if Anton, who brought him wealth, was the strongest guy he had ever seen, then Oleg now was the guy with the most terrifying eyes he had ever seen.
"Brother, please tell me, what happened to Antonio?"
"He … he left, he's missing." Oleg hammered his forehead hard. The alcohol gave him a splitting headache, but it couldn't be compared with the pain in his heart, "Three days, three days … What the hell am I doing? I promised Kamala to take good care of our child … What the hell did I do? "
Looking at Oleg's appearance, Nikita's originally happy mood seemed to have turned unpleasant at this moment.
Suddenly someone broke in.
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