Soul Painter

Facing Gao Fan's question.

Feng Yuan smiled and said, "How can this kind of good thing be considered torture? Come on, Xiao Gao, last time you showed "The Picture of Hungry Death for Thousands of Miles", this time I will show you something good too."

After saying that, Feng Yuan dragged Gao Fan into his house.

The house is a little empty.

Especially at the entrance, there is nothing.

Gao Fan remembered that when he came last time, there were a lot of tea boxes piled up in the entrance, which were the "shuxiu" for Feng Yuan's apprenticeship, which is also the apprenticeship ceremony.

Confucius collected ten strips of jerky as a bundle of meat, and what Feng Yuan collected were tea leaves, or should I say just 'tea boxes', because Feng Yuan would ask his apprentices to take their things away when they were waiting for their apprentices to leave the teacher. These 'tea boxes' were just for display. Just let it go.

But at the moment, none of the tea boxes are there.

It seems that Feng Yuan didn't teach any students during this year.

Gao Fan couldn't help feeling strange, so he asked, "Where is Senior Brother Cheng?"

Brother Cheng, that is Cheng Jingtao, a sixth grader in elementary school, Gao Fan's senior brother according to his seniority, but last time he was hit a little bit badly by Gao Fan, an "art circle monster" with a system, and almost lost his artistic belief.

"It's a disciple." Feng Yuan said casually.

"Is this the way to become an apprentice?" Gao Fan was curious. From last year to this year, the time is very short. Based on the foundation of Senior Brother Cheng, it is very hard to imagine. Is it because of what fruit he ate so that his skills improved so much?

"He was not willing, so I recommended him to learn oil painting from your master." Feng Yuan said.

Is it okay?

But with Lu Guoying's mouth, can Cheng Jingtao bear it?

"Is that so... Brother Cheng may have given up his art career." Gao Fan said.

Going further inside, this three-story single-family villa passed several rooms, and Gao Fan didn't see a single figure.

"Sir, what about my teacher's wife and my senior sister whom I have never met?" Gao Fan couldn't help asking.

I saw Mrs. Feng last time I came here.

"They..." Feng Yuan's face flushed, as if he wanted to lie, but with his character, he couldn't tell a lie, so he wanted to swear and confuse it.

"Master's wife doesn't want to divorce you, does she?" Gao Fan had a flash of inspiration.

Um? Feng Yuan stopped and looked at Gao Fan in amazement: "What did Lao Lu tell you? You bastard!"

"No, I guess, what about the senior sister?" Gao Fan shook his head, looking at Feng Yuan's blushing face, he had another inspiration, "She won't want to break away from your father-daughter relationship, will she?"

Standing there, Feng Yuan must have looked at Gao Fan, his eyes were astonished as if he saw a devil.

"I guessed it, guessed it." Gao Fan explained.

"Xiao Gao, you are not guessing. This is a fortune teller." Feng Yuan shook his head and sighed. When he walked forward, his back was no longer straight, as if he had aged several decades. All the excitement of seeing the baby is gone.

Oops...Gao Fan looked at Feng Yuan's old back, full of thoughts, no wonder he was so thin, he had experienced such a change, but...what was the change? It makes the wife want to leave, and the son also wants to leave.

We must know that Feng Yuanke was once the principal of Qingmei, a government official, and the most prosperous official in the domestic art circle. With his status, it can hardly be regarded as a family accident, but a scandal in the art circle and politics.

It seems that Gao Fan has been painting in Bostno for a year, and there have been many domestic changes.

Feng Yuan took Gao Fan to the innermost room on the second floor. This was originally his study room. Because it was not cleaned for a long time, it looked a little messy. Gao Fan saw the volume spread out on the desk at a glance. ancient books.

Because the mystery in the ancient books is too thick.

"Xiao Gao, come and see. You have studied the history of the Song Dynasty, but you don't understand the cultural relics of the Qing Dynasty?" Feng Yuan became interested again, and pulled Gao Fan to the table, letting Gao Fan look at the ancient scroll on the table as if offering a treasure. "Especially this volume of antiques, there is a...fairy in the scroll~"

Feng Yuan showed off to Gao Fan in a low voice with mystery and excitement, like a child who got a baby but dared not make any noise.

"The fairy in the scroll?" Gao Fan was surprised, and he stared at the ancient book again.

It is true that the mysteries converge, but if the mysteries are revealed to ordinary people like Feng Yuan, there are only two possibilities. One is that the mysteries above them have reached the level of a law, or Feng Yuan has been infiltrated by the mysteries and crossed the border. Pass the taboo line and enter the dark side world.

Gao Fan frowned, now it seems that it is the second possibility, has Feng Yuan been 'polluted'? There was a sense of horror and anger in his heart, and there was also unknown fear. What would happen to ordinary people infected with mystery? Death is already the best outcome... He thought so, and reached out to touch the ancient scroll.

But Feng Yuan slapped his hand.

"Don't move, your hands are heavy, I broke the pages of the book." Feng Yuan said, he still remembered that Gao Fan slapped "A Thousand Miles of Hungry Extinction" vigorously, making mineral dyes flying all over the sky.

Ah. Gao Fan smiled and stopped, watching Feng Yuan use a small tweezers to gently flip through the pages of the book until he reached the very first page, where the words "Red Mansion Fragment" were written in traditional characters.

"The fragments of the Red Chamber? What's the explanation?" Gao Fan asked. Only by figuring out the source of the mystery can we know what happened.

"This book is enough to prove that "A Dream of Red Mansions" and "The Story of the Stone" are two books." Feng Yuan said excitedly.

"How do you say it?" Gao Fan asked curiously. He didn't know much about literature, but he also knew that this was actually a book.

"The red building is a painting, and the stone is a book." Feng Yuan said proudly, flipping through the text page by page. Gao Fan had noticed just now that the book is indeed full of paintings, and the paintings are all meticulous paintings. The brush strokes penetrate the back of the paper. Although it is plain, it gives people a sense of colorfulness. The artist who painted this volume has definitely reached the pinnacle of fine brushwork skills.

"Dream of Red Mansions and Stone Records are the same set, but for some reason, Dream of Red Mansions has not been handed down. In history, there should be a woman who is as talented as Cao Xueqin, but her calligraphy and painting are excellent. Cao Xueqin may be in order to match her. The story of the stone written." Feng Yuan said again.

So, another pillar of humanity devoured by demons?

If other people heard Feng Yuan say this, they would definitely feel that Feng Yuan was out of his mind.

But Gao Fan is a mysterious witness. The shadow of Wang Ximeng's inspiration is still in his inspiration hall. If he is crazy, Gao Fan is the craziest one. Of course, he will not question Feng Yuan immediately.

And with Feng Yuan's explanation, more and more dignified mysteries began to converge on him and the "Red Mansion Fragments".

It's like a person and a book have mysterious radiance, attracting and interdependent.

And Feng Yuan's voice also became nothingness in Gao Fan's ears.

It seems that there is another voice harmonizing with it.

"...The dream of spring is scattered with the clouds, and the flying flowers are chasing the water. Sending a message to all the children, why bother to look for leisure and sorrow. It is too illusory and illusory: when the fake is real, the real is also fake, and there is nothing to do. There is nothing to do. Thick land and high sky, it is amazing that the past and present are endless. "Idiot men complain about women, poor Fengyue debts are hard to pay."

This voice is clear and lingering, like a clear spring flowing, exuding a refreshing charm.

So Gao Fan looked up at this moment.

He saw the woman sitting across from the desk.

She was wearing a plain snow gown, but her face was even more pure than the gown, which gave people a feeling of melting ice and snow, and clear mountain springs. Her voice and smile could be called as elegant as a fairy.

look at her.

Then look at Feng Yuan beside him.

Gao Fan suddenly understood why Feng Yuan could see through the truth behind the mystery, and why his wife and daughter left him again. This is...bewitched by the vixen!

return!

Gao Fan lowered his thought frequency, which had been raised unconsciously, to the dimension of reality. The book in front of him was still a book, and Feng Yuan was staring at the opposite side of the desk obsessively, as if looking at a goddess who was haunted by dreams. .

What kind of female fairy is just a devil's minion!

"evildoer!"

Gao Fan grabbed the copy of A Dream of Red Mansions, and suddenly felt a mysterious explosion in his hand.

The first chapter, I will look for the status in three shifts today, I haven’t written it for several days~