Urey felt a headache.
As for the reason of the headache, he thought it was probably because he drank too much last night … It seemed that he had become more and more dependent on alcohol recently.
But he still didn't open his eyes. He just used his hand to gently press his forehead, and then sniffed the air that filled his surroundings. It was a kind of oppressive, and even a little stinky.
The salary of the art gallery was very low, and the monthly purchase of paints, brushes, and drawing paper was not a small expense. He could only rent a dull and dark basement like this.
"It's already so late?"
Looking up at the alarm clock placed in front of the bed, Yuri had no choice but to hurriedly get up and randomly look for clothes on the ground.
The clothes were thrown on the ground like garbage … A single man was probably like this, and a single and poor man was even more like this.
He finally found a piece of clothes that didn't smell much. After putting it on casually, he opened the door of the basement.
"One copy of the newspaper, one copy of the coffee, one copy of the sandwich, the total is …"
"Here you are."
As usual, Urey ate his breakfast while getting on the bus to the gallery. He couldn't help but feel a little lucky that he found a place to sit on the bus at this time.
"… The stolen 'The Nameless Maiden' is officially hung up today, and the art gallery is also open as usual."
When Urey casually opened the newspaper that night, he was surprised to see such a piece of news on one side. However, regarding the content of the news, he felt as if he had fallen into another world after sleeping for a while.
The date of the newspaper was right, it was indeed today.
He subconsciously bit his lips … Well, there was pain, so it shouldn't be a dream.
But.
As an employee who worked in the art gallery … even though he was only responsible for cleaning the outer wall, why didn't he know that 'The Nameless Maiden' was stolen?
And … it happened many days ago?
"Damn it!"
Urey controlled his temper and read the content of the newspaper all the way — "The Nameless Maiden" was actually stolen by a very famous councilor in the city.
The police got a clue and directly found the stolen painting in the councilor's home. As for the method of theft, it was not reported.
Later, the police arrested the councilman, but during the transportation process, the criminal councilman was robbed at gunpoint. At that time, the escaped prisoners and criminals broke into a manor in the suburbs and had a conflict with the owner of the manor.
In self-defense, the owner of the manor killed a total of three people, including the prisoner, Councilman Efim. As for the stolen paintings, they had been returned to the art gallery and were officially reopened to visitors today …
"What the hell …"
Yuri really felt that what was written in the newspaper was nonsense … So many things had happened, but he had no recollection of them at all.
His head was still a little heavy, which made him wonder if he had been so drunk last night that he had forgotten so many things.
But that wasn't right. Even if the video was blacked out, there was no reason to forget what had happened for some time.
He subconsciously continued to rub his forehead.
The discomfort after waking up from the hangover lasted until the bus arrived at the station. However, when Urey arrived at the station, he saw that there were many more tourists in front of the art gallery. They were all waiting for the art gallery to open.
"What's in the newspaper … Is it true??"
Urey murmured, glancing at the time, he found that he had passed the working time … For this reason, he had to do something that he often did — that was, to get into the sewer outside the art gallery.
It just led to a place inside the art gallery — Of course, the exit over there had been blocked long ago. It was just that he had been cleaning this place for some time and had accidentally discovered this passage, so …
Anyway, after that, even if he missed the working time, no one noticed that he was late.
It seemed that it was time to open the door.
Before Urey had time to go to the staff room to change his work clothes, he was forced to hide aside by the tourists who came in.
"Urey! You're here again! "
At this time, Urey heard someone calling his name — It was a staff member in the art gallery. His name seemed to be … He forgot it. Anyway, he didn't pay much attention to it.
"Ah … I'm going to change my clothes. But you see. "Urey pointed to the guests," I can't go there at all. But I did come on time. You see, I'm already here. "
The staff said indifferently, "I don't care whether you're late or not. In fact, even if you're late, I won't care about you! Don't tell me you've forgotten that you've been fired for some time?! "
"What?"
"I said! You've been fired! Urey, I tell you, if you enter the art gallery properly, we won't care about you! But if you continue to sneak in like this, we'll have to call the police next time! "The staff said seriously," Now, leave immediately! Don't waste my feelings for you because we used to work together. "
"Tell me clearly! What fired? Who fired me? I was still at work yesterday! Why did you fire me? "Urey couldn't help but rush forward.
The staff stepped back in disgust, "You stink … How much did you drink? Please, walk on the street when you're sober! "
"Tell me clearly!"
The staff waved his hand at this time. Two security guards immediately came up and dragged Urey out of the art gallery.
"Let me go! Let me go!! "
In front of the art gallery, Urey was pushed away. One of the security guards said, "Go, go, don't let me see you again! How many times do you think you've seen me this month? Every time you pretend to stand in front of those famous paintings, do you really think you're an artist? Who will look at those rubbish paintings you usually draw?! "
"What did you say?!"
"Are you going or not? We can start now! "
The two security guards puffed out their chests at the same time. Urey was stunned and spat angrily, "You're illegally firing me! I'll definitely report you to the Labor Department! Wait! Bah! "
Urey took a deep breath before he turned around and left. He was still in a state of disbelief.
Before walking out of the art gallery, Urey subconsciously looked back, and then looked at the newspaper he bought in the morning.
He suddenly crumpled the newspaper into a ball and threw it in front of the art gallery, shouting loudly, "Listen! One day, I'll hang my paintings inside!! "
…
"It's okay, oh … Well, my job is okay now. Don't worry, I'm in good health. Girlfriend? I don't have any plans for now. Well, I know, mother. "
I haven't written to my parents in my hometown for a while.
Urey stood alone under an old building, silently listening to his family's nagging, "… Well, I'll stop talking, I'm going to start working. I love you, mother. "
Urey put the phone into his pocket … He said he would report to the Labor Department, but in fact, it was just a waste of time.
If he had the energy, he might as well find a new job as soon as possible … He hadn't paid this month's rent yet.
The sky above Moscow was still so fresh, just like when he first came here … At that time, he still had dreams.
He used up all the money he brought from home, but no one appreciated the works he sold. In the end, he could only paint portraits for passers-by on the streets to earn some living expenses.
He remembered that half a year ago, when it was still cold and snowing, he almost froze to death on the streets.
He put his hands in his pockets, walking aimlessly on the street, no longer thinking about why he was fired … What he needed to think about was how to continue his life in the future.
"Dreams can't be eaten."
Yuri couldn't remember who had said such words … Perhaps he really didn't have any talent, and was only relying on impulse to support the so-called dream.
But now, he couldn't eat three meals, and had no clothes and food. It was time to consider … consider giving up his dream.
"This is …"
He couldn't remember how he came to this place. Yuri stopped his footsteps … Perhaps because he was too focused on the problem, he actually came to this place again.
On one side of the old building with red bricks, Urey stood like this for a long time, silently looking at the distorted city pattern on the mottled wall.
He always felt a little ridiculous … At that time, how did he insist on painting here every day in such a cold winter?
But he had an impulse to fill in the last lines that he finally gave up … Anyway, he was free today and didn't need to work.
Urey found a stone on the ground, then walked to the wall and closed his eyes.
After a while, he began to work. He used the edges of the stone to draw a series of light white marks on the wall.
When he gave up at that time, it was almost completed … But now he just added some missing things, which seemed to not take much time … or a long time.
"It seems … that something is still missing."
Suddenly, a slightly low voice came from behind. Urey subconsciously turned around, only to find that a man had appeared behind him without him noticing.
He wore a cap, a mask, and sportswear … probably a morning jogger. But he felt that he had seen this man somewhere before, "Who are you?"
The morning jogger's mask shook a little, and he seemed to smile, "Do you have a dream?"
"Dream?" Urey gave a start.
The morning jogger said, "Ah, you forgot. Last winter, I asked you why you didn't burn the charcoal in your hand to keep warm in such a cold day. "
Urey smiled with a complicated expression, "Now, I think I will burn the charcoal in my hand."
The morning jogger seemed to be stunned, and then nodded, whispering, "In that case, it's really a pity."
Urey shrugged, looking up at this huge graffiti, and said indifferently, "Not necessarily. Anyway, no one will like this thing. "
"I won't disturb you." The morning jogger said politely.
Urey nodded subconsciously, and when the morning jogger was about to turn around, he subconsciously stopped him, "Wait, can you do me a favor?"
"Mister, what's the matter?"
Urey didn't know whether it was an illusion or not, but he felt that the other party's voice was a little cold. But he didn't care too much, "If possible, can you help me?"
"Help?"
…
"Yes, a little to the left, a little more, OK, OK, right here! Don't move! I'll be done soon! "
Under the old wall, the morning jogger stretched out his shoulder, and Urey rode on his shoulder so that he could reach a higher position on the wall.
He took out some paint tubes from his clothes. This was his habit, he always had some with him … At this time, he squeezed out all the paint from the tube, and painted it on the upper left corner of the graffiti with his finger.
Lemon yellow.
A circle … A sun.
A bright yellow sun on the twisted city. Darkness and sunlight looked very strange … But after putting down Urey, the morning jogger gazed at it for a long time.
He suddenly whispered, "Mister, I think you're wrong. That is, it won't be unloved, at least I like it. I think it's finally perfect day. "
Urey smiled, "You're really a weird person."
He shook his head, "I don't want to talk with you, I'm going to find a new job, otherwise, I don't even have charcoal next time … Goodbye, I'm glad to meet you again."
"Mister, may I know your name?"
"Urey, my name is Urey."
"Do you like to draw?"
Urey was silent for a while, and shook his head, "I'm not too sure now."
The morning jogger suddenly opened his lapel and took out a pen, "Give me your hand."
He wrote a phone number on Urey's palm, and told him, "I have a friend who also likes to draw, you can communicate with him. I, by the way, I suggest you can learn from him. Well … you can say it's Vladimir Mirovich, an old friend of his in judo class. "
"Judo?"
"I hope to see your work in the future." The morning jogger said indifferently, "Mr. Urey."
…
"So it's a rich man."
Urey looked at the phone number written on his palm, and watched the morning jogger get on a black car … Isn't the driver a bit too strong?
Should be a bodyguard?
Urey thought for a while, and felt that it was okay to call this number, so he dialed the number on his palm.
"Hello, this is Repin Academy of Fine Arts, I'm Professor Apulim, how can I help you?"
Urey patted his face subconsciously … Repin Academy of Fine Arts … Former Royal Academy of Fine Arts … Apulim … This is the authority of the art circle!
"Vladimir Mirovich … Vladimir Mirovich … Judo?" Urey's heart suddenly beat violently, "Could it be … him!! I'm actually, actually riding on … his shoulder!! "
Urey suddenly turned around, looking at the graffiti on the wall.
He suddenly felt that he might be favored by the God of Luck today.
"Hello? Hello? Hello? Is anyone there? "
"Ah … Hello, I'm here! I'm here! I'm here! My name is Urey. Professor Apulim, I'm sorry to call you, here's the thing, there's a … "
…
…
Luoqiu was reading the contents of the parchment in his hand softly.
"First, let Mr. Urey forget everything about you and Efim, and restore his memory to the time before he knew you. Done. "
"Second, give him a chance to pursue his dream … Done."
"Thirdly, Mr. Yuri can once again enjoy a maximum of twenty-five years of lifespan … Well, I'm sorry, Miss Anna, but Mr. Yuri has already made a deal with us before, and your soul transaction fee is not enough to buy back his soul. Even his lifespan can only be increased to twenty-five years."
Gently rolling up the parchment in his hand, Luoqiu looked at Anna with a smile in this house that originally belonged to Oleg, and softly said, "Excuse me, is the above in line with what Miss Anna wants?"
"That's enough." Anna nodded gently.
She looked very calm.
So calm that it seemed that there was no difference whether she opened or closed her eyes — and at this time, she slowly closed her eyes. She knew what was waiting for her next.
Death … The soul belonged to the other party. She didn't know what the soul looked like, but she knew about death.
But after waiting for a while, Anna didn't feel anything wrong with her body.
This made her open her eyes in confusion.
"Miss Anna, I'm curious about one thing."
Luoqiu asked softly, "You said that when Efim and the curator of the art gallery conspired to steal 'The Nameless Maiden', they actually used a kind of fading paint. Well … the curator secretly painted this special paint on the real painting during the daily maintenance of the painting, and then hung it up again. This kind of paint is quite special, it will go through two changes, first appearing and second fading. "
"Well …" Luoqiu smiled and said, "It was still normal when it was hung up, but after being illuminated by a special light, the color appeared, and the painting became the same color as the bottom frame. It looked as if the real painting had disappeared. After that, as long as you report the case and wait for the police to ask, you can take down the painting with only the 'frame' left, and nobody will know … "
Anna said indifferently, "What do you want to say?"
"Nothing." Boss Luo walked a few steps away, and came to the living room.
There was an easel here. He lifted the canvas on the easel, and what was revealed was another painting, "The Nameless Maiden."
"This … You took it out of the art gallery?"
"No. This is not the second 'The Nameless Maiden' painted by Mr. Urey in the manor … It's the first one, the first one that Miss Anna auctioned at the auction. "
"Impossible, it was obviously destroyed by Urey!"
"Well, I picked it up later, and then repaired it a little." Luoqiu stretched out his hand and wiped the painting slowly. He looked at Anna's eyes, "In the process of repairing, I found something very interesting. I was talking about the paint just now. "
When the color on the painting slowly melted and turned into a mass of stains, it seemed to be washed by something.
The nameless woman had already disappeared.
There was only another woman on it, with a smile … Her eyes were moving, and her smile was charming.
"Urey …"
Anna's left hand overlapped her right hand, and her trembling hands gently folded on her lips, looking at its original appearance with infatuation.
When a tear rolled down her cheek, she said softly in a choked voice, "Don't worry about me.
"Thank you … for loving me."
In the black and white, a little bit of color slowly spread out. It was not bright, and the range was not big, just a little bit.
But it was enough to fascinate Boss Luo, who quietly appreciated it.
…
The soul light ball slowly floated out from Anna's forehead, like a floating dandelion, and finally fell on Luoqiu's palm.
Its brilliance was restrained little by little.
"It's higher than the standard."
Miss Maid, who was waiting silently, said softly with a smile beside her master, "Congratulations, master."
Luoqiu seemed to be in a good mood. With a smile, he picked up the painting from the painter, and looked at it carefully, "After going back, find a place to hang it up?"
"Okay." Miss Maid replied softly, and then said, "It's a pity that Urey has erased all his memories, and he hasn't had time to give it a name."
"Name?" Luoqiu gave a start, and then chuckled, "Hasn't it been named long ago? Look, who is it painting? "
So the painting was named.
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