Midnight Offering

"You tell me, I guess I've almost guessed. Is there anything unclean here?"

Luster still did not speak, my eyes looked at him, he just helplessly sighed and nodded.

"Don't hide it from me. I can guess most of your ideas. This is the only answer that can make you have this reaction."

I walked to one side, intending to enjoy the next painting. I didn't go on talking, but the next words of the lecher surprised me!

"When I was down there, I vaguely felt it was not obvious, so I thought it was an illusion."

He paused: "the building is a little big after all, but when I get close to it, the feeling becomes obvious."

I turned my head and looked at him in surprise. Is that the devil here? In this hall?

Is there any mistake? I can only come out to see a painting exhibition of my favorite artists. The whole building is so multi-storey and there are activities on each floor. Why is it in this exhibition hall?

Should I say I'm lucky or bad?

Lecher's words completely smashed my good mood. I understood the reason why he had been silent just now.

It's normal that there are evil spirits in the building. Most of the earth bound spirits left in the world will naturally become evil spirits if they do not have the correct guidance of yin and Yang people or self justification.

But it happens to be in this hall, which is a bit of a coincidence.

"That breath, very strange, that is, its breath, let me think of the underworld in the bottom of a few evil spirits, similar, but not as powerful as them."

He turned and looked around.

The exhibition hall is full of light. In order to let the viewers appreciate the paintings more carefully, there are lights everywhere. There is also a small light on the top of each painting.

Under such a bright and beautiful painting exhibition, it is possible to be like what the lecher said.

There's a devil.

But I looked everywhere, except for people and paintings, where are the ghosts? I don't see ordinary ghosts, let alone evil spirits.

But I believe him 100% in the sensations of the lecher. Since he said such words, there must be something dirty here.

I looked at my eyebrows and laughed. I was chatting with a chick. I frowned and made a decision in my heart.

For the time being It's better not to disturb her.

If I want to know something, I have a premonition in my heart, which requires me to ask the boy.

A chicken. He is the organizer of this exhibition. If he knows something, it may help us find the source of the evil spirit.

"I don't want peace to know about it."

I whispered to the lecher, and my eyes drooped: "her home, what she has learned, is related to ghosts. I don't want her to come out to play with me, but also encounter this situation."

The lecher put his big hand on my head and rubbed it: "I know what you mean, Hua'er."

"I'll ask later and enjoy the paintings first. There are several paintings I haven't seen on his personal micro blog, most of which are his latest works."

I picked up my spirits and looked at the painting excitedly. I picked up my mobile phone and photographed it.

On a golden paddy field, stood a girl in a white skirt. Her black hair was blown up by the wind, and her thin arm pressed the white sun hat on her head.

The rice field set off a layer of wheat waves, the painting is so real.

There are two windmills in the distance. The sky is as blue as the sea.

White skirt girl's face showed a smile, eyes and face with tears, feet toward the windmill in the opposite direction, as if to leave this piece of homestead.

That smile, with nostalgia, but also with the hope of a new life and good expectations.

To be able to feel so much emotion in a painting is incredible for me to be a girl.

I can't help but look at a chick with admiration. His name is quite witty and his appearance is very young. But I really admire his ability to draw this kind of work.

It's also worth my liking.

The painting style of a chicken is very simple, and his painting skills are certainly not as good as those of some great painters. One of the reasons why his paintings are famous is that he can integrate a touching emotion into a rigid paper.

Let the viewer bring it into the painting.

There was no painting with negative emotions. I quickly looked around a circle on the wall and then went to see the easel.

There were more spectators in the entrance, but they were not as crowded as the supermarkets. There were a lot more visitors than when they came.

In the exhibition hall, you can only hear the sound of people's feet. Even if it is communication, it also lowers the voice.

Many fans who come to visit with admiration are also of high quality. When they want to sign their names, they whisper softly and don't forget to say an apology. They suppress their inner cheers and look at their favorite painters.

When I enjoyed the paintings almost all, Anning came back with a pamphlet in my hand and a satisfied face."Oh, Xiaohua, I'll tell you, that painter is so charming! Does he look very young and immature? But I feel the maturity of an adult man and the sensibility of many women. The emotion is so delicate! "

"He's definitely a man of high intelligence. I'm almost fascinated by him!"

She held her face in her hands, then opened the pamphlet excitedly, showed it to me, and said, "look, he signed me back! I pestered him to draw a sketch for me, and he agreed

Peace and excitement are spitting, I also funny looking at the pictures on the pamphlet.

"Tell you! Tell you! He only drew for me! WOW! I'll take this book home and frame it! "

"You're happy."

I laughed and was really happy for her.

"I'm not wrong today! And oh, look here

Her finger pointed to a series of numbers after the name of the signature.

"This is his phone number! My God, I really had a bad luck today. I succeeded in persuading him to draw a portrait for me. Then I asked for my mobile phone number with the mentality of trying, and I succeeded! "

"Is my peach blossom here? Ha ha Ha ha... "

Peaceful flower crazed his face, incoherent and incoherent. Obviously, I was dazzled by joy. I shook my head in a funny way. I couldn't believe it: "you have time to chat up."

"He's so attractive that I can't afford to be bold."

She has a lovely spring heart. I gave her a slightly reproachful look and said, "it would be very impolite of you to do this. If someone holds an art exhibition, there must be a lot of fans, so he will be disgusted."

After listening to my words, Anning was stunned and seemed to realize this. Looking at the portrait on the pamphlet, Anning's face suddenly drooped: "what should I do? Do you want me to return this painting? I don't want it

I shook my head helplessly, and the corner of my mouth ticked: "well, since people have been like this, they have given you your mobile phone number. There should be nothing wrong with it. Go to see the painting quickly, and you will run to the handsome boy when you come here. You haven't appreciated his paintings."

I patted her on the shoulder: "I'll talk to him."

Peace nodded, the face of joy again: "go quickly!"

In fact, I went to find a chick. What was the purpose? I knew it very well.

……

The red table began to line up, many fans want to communicate with their idols for a while, resulting in a longer queue behind.

Lust ghost has been standing by my side, for a long time from the mouth out of a word.

"Well done."

I looked at him in surprise and said in surprise, "Lord Yama can praise people, too?"

He replied naturally: "the painter Hua'er appreciates should naturally feel his excellence. After all, his husband believes in the eyes of his wife."

My heart a sweet, or arrogant with dark hum sentence.

This lecher knows how to say these words, and he doesn't have a red face and doesn't jump.

When I was in line, Anning had finished reading the painting, yelled hungry, said hello to me, and went to the milk tea shop downstairs to buy milk tea.

"A chick, I'm your fan. I've been following your microblog. I'm glad to see you in person today."

I said this very polite, a few words can be used in a variety of occasions, become the opening remarks.

A chick gave me a gentle smile and held out his hand.

"Welcome to my art show. Thank you for liking me." He wanted to shake hands with me.

I felt the cold air pressure suddenly rising around me. I wanted not to shake hands with him, but it was so rude for me not to make a statement.

Thinking that he had brought the book, he handed it to him.

"Ask for a signature."

"No problem." He was smiling like a spring breeze. His white face had skin not only for boys. He had two dimples at the corner of his mouth and two dark circles under his bright eyes.

But this does not damage the overall style of his face. I took the book he handed back and stopped talking. I knew that there were still some fans waiting in line behind me. I'm sorry to say that too clearly.

However, I can't take him away. He won't promise not to say, and will definitely make the fans behind him angry.

He noticed that I was still standing there, not leaving, and asked in some doubt, "do you have something to say to me?"

I immediately felt that a step appeared at his feet, and I was worried about how to open my mouth, so I was guided by others.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I nodded in a hurry.

"Go ahead." He said mildly that after receiving so many fans, he was still so patient, friendly, without a trace of irritability, and very worried about his feelings.He's really, he's a great boy.

"Chicken, have you met some of them recently?" I tried to find a word that wasn't very abrupt to describe, but I found myself short of words.

However, what I didn't expect was that his face suddenly showed a strange expression, as if he was said to be right.