Chapter 580: 580 is death

Chapter 580 580 is death

"Yes, yes, just bring one. In case the two fight, we can't bear it." Han Yutong was also anxious.

"This is not what the boss said, can you bring two? It is better to eat more natural people." Jiang Mu didn't take this seriously.

The corner of King Ba’s mouth twitched, "Who is the big one in the end?"

Jiang Mu shrugged his shoulders, "Naturally it is you. Whoever treats is a big deal!"

Bawang: "……"

Well, she was speechless.

"Brother Mu, we are here!" Sun Quan's arrival interrupted the conversation.

The other three people in the bedroom turned their heads and saw two handsome and sunny boys.

The handsome one is Wen Liyan, and the sunny one is Sun Quan.

The three of them knew instantly.

Bawang: "These two family members are you going to bring?"

Jiang Mu nodded.

Everyone: "..."

Fortunately, the school hasn’t come, otherwise it would really be a world war.

Everyone is an acquaintance, so there is no need to introduce more.

A few people walked into the gallery.

The gallery is very quiet and the piano music is very light. Although there are many people, no one makes noisy sounds.

There are people standing in front of almost every work, and the works on display here are all excellent works.

From the excellent prize to the third prize, the second prize and the first prize, the closer you get to the inside, the better your work will be.

Jiang Mu’s work is in the innermost and most central position, and there are more people around it than any other work.

Even Jiang Mu, the author, could only stand outside, unable to get in.

"I said the fourth child, you are too amazing!" King Ba pushed Jiang Mu's arm, "Look at these people, so many people are fascinated by your works."

Jiang Mu is also the first time to experience this feeling. Although she liked to paint in her previous life, there were too many things at that time. She didn't have time, energy, or mind to paint.

This is also the first time in her life that her work has been appreciated by so many people.

This feeling is really not bad.

Jiang Mu’s lips are slightly hooked. If this is all her work, and if today’s painting exhibition is not an exhibition of outstanding works of the oil painting competition, it is her personal exhibition, so great!

But it doesn’t matter, she always has one day for her painting exhibition.

Jiang Mu's thoughts are flying, and there are more and more people here, the third floor inside and the third floor outside. Before the group of people standing in front have left, there are new people who want to appreciate this painting. , But the people behind couldn't see it, and the crowding started.

Wen Liyan has eyesight and quick hands, subconsciously separating Jiang Mu from the people behind him.

"Be careful." A clear voice rang in his ears, Jiang Mu suddenly felt itchy in his ears, and took a half step back subconsciously.

She stretched out her hand and rubbed her ears, "If you have something to say, don't get too close, it's too itchy."

Wen Liyan smiled silently, did not let go of her arm, still pulling her arm, "Stand firmly, don't be squeezed by this group of people."

"Don’t squeeze, everyone! Don’t squeeze! Stand on both sides in an orderly manner, so as not to cause turmoil or disturb other people's appreciation of the painting."

At this time, the person in charge walked out and comforted everyone.

"Curator, do you know the author of "Flame"? Is she really only nineteen years old? This work is not at all like a painting that can be drawn by someone as young as nineteen!"

Someone couldn't help asking.

"It's true that she is only nineteen years old. She is a freshman student at Yangmei University. If you don't believe me, you can ask Fang Desheng! This is a student in their department."

The curator said with a smile.

"Genius! Really a genius! Can paint such a work, I am afraid that only a genius can draw it!"

"Don’t you all say that heroes are young men? Young talents, now the old man is so happy!"

"No, you don’t know. In the past few days, basically many people know that the first prize of the oil painting contest is a freshman from the Central American University. This person can’t wait to say it several times a day. The telephone line is unplugged."

"If my students can be so prosperous, so talented, and able to draw such works, I will wake up in my dreams!"

Everyone was talking about it, the front position of the oil painting has been vacated, and now many people onlookers can see this painting, whether it is the appreciation ability or those who don’t know anything about oil painting. , Were all attracted by the color of the thick smoke and the intense flame.

"Fourth old, how did you paint? The goose bumps that I saw are all up." Ba Wang pulled his sleeves, his arms and wrists already had a thin layer of bumps.

"I haven't got goose bumps, but, why do I feel that I am a little out of breath?" It was Han Yutong who said this.

And An Ying, who was beside her, kept her eyes on the work, her eyes did not blink, her breathing was light, she seemed to have not heard any of the comments around her, and she devoted herself to the painting. .

Sun Quan frowned, with a look of doubt, "Brother Mu, aren't you the most afraid of this thing? Why do you still draw it?"

Jiang Mu lightly smiled, “The more you are afraid, the more you have to paint, so that you can face the fear in your heart and overcome the fear in your heart.”

Wen Liyan looked down at her, “What’s a little fear? Who doesn’t have any fear yet? You don’t have to overcome it.” This is too cruel to himself.

Jiang Mu was stunned, and then said, “I was joking nonsense, just believe it! When did you cheat so easily?”

Wen Liyan didn't say a word, she was afraid of fire, he knew it.

When she was still in a shanty town in the Shanghai stock market, those people ganged up to threaten them by burning houses for compensation. When the fire spread, the fear in her eyes made her stiff and unable to move.

At the beginning, he thought she was simply being scared and stupid, and was at a loss for what to do in the face of a sudden accident.

Later, she also encountered an accident, and she was very nervous. Originally, he thought it was because the old house was almost burnt down, which left a shadow on her.

The people in the family also think so, but from the current situation, Jiang Mu is not afraid of fire because of the fire in the old house. There is a deeper reason, a reason that no one knows.

Be more careful in the future, at least, don’t let her see the fire.

"Fourth old, how did you think of it? How did you think of using death as the subject of fire?" An Ying's eyes still stayed on the painting, but her questioning voice trembled.

Jiang Mu trembled slightly, she could see it, and someone could actually see it.

She can convey her inner thoughts through paintings. Whether the other party knows or does not know her, she can understand her thoughts and her state of mind from these paintings. This is simply amazing!

Jiang Mu was a little excited.

"What death? Isn't this a flame? Where did the death come from?" Han Yutong scratched his hair and looked at King Ba and Jiang Mu puzzled.

(End of this chapter)