Soul Painter

Gao Fan thought he would go to a barber shop for a haircut, but unexpectedly, Xin Wei took him home.

Xin Wei's family lives in a relatively high-end residential area by the Huangpu River, and her family is very large.

Gao Fan knew that Xin Wei's father was a very well-known psychologist in China, the kind of top scholar who served as the dean of a certain school, published academic journals, and gave lectures at home and abroad, so his income was naturally high.

Therefore, it is normal to have some style at home.

Of course it can’t compare to Lin Senhao... Thinking of Lin Senhao, Gao Fan interrupted his thoughts. Investigators always have a magical disaster attribute of ‘whatever they want to happen’, and Gao Fan didn’t want Xin Wei to be related to that mysterious world.

What's interesting is that in Xin Wei's house, there are pictures of women hanging everywhere, some half-length, some full-length, and they are all pictures of performing on the stage.

The woman has a graceful posture and a focused expression. Standing on the stage is full of sacredness. She should be a dance artist, and her appearance is very similar to Xin Wei.

"My mother." Xin Wei said, "She is a dancer."

As she said that, Xin Wei told Gao Fan to lie down. She actually had a special barber chair at home, the kind used in hair salons, and it was placed in the bathroom next to a studio.

Yes, Xin Wei's family also has a special studio, which makes Gao Fan a little envious.

"Your whole family has something to do with art. Your father is a psychologist, your mother is a dancer, and you are an oil painting student. Well, that's not true. Are psychologists considered artists?" Gao Fan was a little skeptical, then admired, "And you still know how to cut your hair?"

Gao Fan felt the feeling of Xin Wei's long and slender fingers rubbing in his hair, a bit professional.

"Before my mother died, her mental state was already very bad. Only my father and I could get close to her, so we were the ones to take care of her daily, and we were all doing things like cutting her hair. At this time, She is always very obedient." Xin Wei said softly.

"...Sorry." Gao Fan said, Xin Wei's mother died?

"It's okay, it's been many years. At that time, I was only a little taller than this chair, and I was holding the foam in my hand to rub my mother's hair. My mother was lying on the chair. Her figure was very good, like a stretched bow. .

When the sun shines in, she will turn her head and blow bubbles all over my face, and then she laughs like a child. I was angry at first, but seeing her smile, I couldn't help laughing. "Xin Wei was immersed in the memories.

Gao Fan listened quietly.

"You are very similar to my mother." Xin Wei said suddenly.

ah? Gao Fan raised his eyes and glanced at Xin Wei, at this time Xin Wei had already picked up the scissors and cut his messy hair.

"You are all geniuses. My mother is a pure artist. There is only dancing in her life. Few people can do this. In her view, life is just an accessory of dancing, including me, including my father. .

But even though she loves dancing more than me, I love her more than anything, and my dad keeps yelling that it's not fair, that I didn't love him that way, but that's it, what can I do? "Xin Wei had to cut Gao Fan's hair.

"My dad said it was a psychological disease called genius artist worship syndrome. I checked it and found it wasn't. He also said it was a type of Stockholm Syndrome, which I know.

He said, because I love my mother so much, when I see a soul similar to her, I can't help but worship and love. "Xin Wei said.

oh? Gao Fan looked at Xin Wei from the bottom up, she also looked very beautiful and delicate from this angle, with a soft and white neck connected to a small jaw.

"That's why... you wrote me a love letter?" Gao Fan asked her.

Xin Wei's movements froze for a moment, and the scissors clicked dangerously in Gao Fan's ear, and Gao Fan noticed that her earlobes were red.

There was a silence.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little charming.

"I've always wanted to ask, where did you put that love letter?" Xin Wei asked.

"I'll throw..." Gao Fan said immediately.

But as soon as he said this word, there was a 'click', and the scissors passed by his ear.

"...But it is well kept." Gao Fan has a bad personality, but it's not that he has a bad brain, he knows when to say something.

"That's good." Xin Wei nodded.

Then, silence.

Only the scissors of 'click' and 'click' can be heard.

Gao Fan was lying on his back, and he began to study if Xin Wei's mother asked others to cut her hair in this style every time, would it be possible to get a good look?

Or it is purely for the convenience of restricting Xin Wei's mother. Speaking of this posture, isn't it equivalent to being tied up and allowed to be slaughtered?

If that's the case, doesn't he have to say something nice, otherwise what if Xin Wei stabs him in the throat?

At this time, Xin Wei finally spoke, her voice was full of strange emotions, it was an intense and psychedelic tone.

"So, if someone loves you, you can't love that person." Xin Wei said in a low voice, "People like you are not capable of loving another person of the same kind. You only love art."

Hmm... Gao Fan thought about it.

"Right? You can not love her, but you can't lie to her." Xin Wei whispered in Gao Fan's ear.

The atmosphere was crazy, sweet and dangerous. Gao Fan always felt that Xin Wei would stick scissors up his throat, but he assured that Xin Wei was just an ordinary person and would not do such a crazy move.

However, if you are tempted by the devil, with Xin Wei's sensitive, weak and sharp personality, it is easier to step into the unknown, right?

In STK's description of human personality, there is a word called 'inspiration'.

Inspiration determines the limit of a person stepping into madness. People with high inspiration, such as Gao Fan, can already hear whispers from the dark side of the world when their SAN value drops below 80.

But if a person's inspiration is very low, then it may be below 70 or even 60 before he can be exposed to the temptation of those demons.

It is a pity that people with low inspiration are relatively slow, and can even be described as stupid. It is always those geniuses in various industries with high inspiration that promote human progress.

From this point of view, it seems that all human technology, civilization and cultural progress are nourished from the great existence.

Gao Fan feels that Xin Wei's inspiration is not low, it may be inherited from her mother.

However, Xin Wei at this moment can make Gao Fan feel an interesting attraction.

This girl hides madness under her calm surface~

Again there was silence.

Gao Fan began to count the light bulbs on the ceiling in boredom.

The number of light bulbs is exceptionally large.

"What is that?" Gao Fan asked, pointing to the top of his head.

"Installation art is something my mother likes." Xin Wei said.

"Where is the switch...um." Gao Fan reached out his right hand and touched a switch under the chair, and he pressed it casually.

On the ceiling that Gao Fan could see with his face up, a picture made of lights appeared.

The lighting is extremely dazzling and elegant. It must be the work of a certain design master. A large number of colorful colors are like diamonds dotted in the starry sky, forming a cat with two elk antlers.

That's a moose.

Good afternoon~ I reiterate that there is no heroine in this book, only female characters. Unless the protagonist is reincarnated, he is doomed to live a lonely life.