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"It's 11 o'clock, let's go!"

When the time came, several art students immediately carried their easels and left in a hurry.

When I walked out of the café, they were already at the gallery door.

When I got to the gate, they were already inside.

"Sir, you are back. Welcome." The girl who had received me before greeted me warmly.

"The gallery is officially open, and you can visit it at will from 11 a.m. to 5 p.m."

"The only rule is, no photos."

I was stunned for a moment: "Can't take pictures? Doesn't Mr. Gao want more people to see his paintings?"

"This is what Professor Gao specifically told me. He said that it is impossible to truly appreciate a painting in a photo. You must see the original painting to appreciate its meaning."

"Please forgive me."

The girl's attitude was very good and explained.

"It's understandable that artists have independent personalities." I nodded, "I heard that Professor Gao has hidden meanings in his paintings. Whoever can unlock the meaning can worship him as his teacher?"

"Yes, Professor Gao said that whoever sees the secret in the painting should contact him immediately."

"When will Professor Gao come to the gallery? Will I have a chance to meet him in person?"

"He usually doesn't come here unless there are new paintings that need to be exhibited. Sometimes he comes only once every few months. There is no fixed time."

With that said, I walked into the gallery.

The gallery is spacious and simple, with just the right lighting.

The white walls are hung with paintings of various sizes.

They were basically abstract paintings that I couldn't understand. Some were lines, and some were colors gathered together, fixed in a black frame.

The spotlights shine lightly on it, making it look very refined and high-end.

I walked in while watching.

Those students seemed to be here for the first time and went straight to the innermost part of the gallery.

I followed.

After passing through a long corridor, turn a corner.

On the last wall, there was only one painting.

The group of students were standing by the wall, looking at the painting and thinking hard.

I just took one look, and the blood all over my body suddenly froze.

The bald beauty stands on a turtle shell with her bare feet, surrounded by pythons, and her expression is neither sad nor happy.

Not like a Buddha or an immortal.

Isn't that the weird painting I saw from the weird old man at the bun shop?

I was shocked beyond measure.

My pace quickened and I approached the painting.

Check it again and again and compare it with the photos taken on your phone.

Confirmed.

Exactly the same!

What does this mysterious painter have to do with this painting?

"What do you mean, I have no idea at all." One of the art students said with confusion in his eyes.

"This painting is different from any of Professor Gao's other paintings. The painting style is very different. Instead of the hazy beauty of abstraction, it has some style of traditional Chinese paintings."

"Is this really painted by Professor Gao? Why do I think it looks a bit like that kind of god painting?"

"Exhibited in Professor Gao's gallery, of course it was written by Professor Gao! Of course an excellent painter can control various styles!"

They were discussing so enthusiastically that they didn't even notice that there was an extra person behind them.

"Stop talking about those useless things. Do you see what they mean?"

"I don't see anything in this bald head, but I have heard of this combination of turtle and snake."

After watching for a while, there was a male student with long hair and a very unique appearance who seemed to have an idea.

"What the hell, tell me!"

As soon as these words came out, not only the other students looked expectant, but even my attention was attracted.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the long-haired boy. He coughed lightly and said, "The Chinese mythical beast, Xuanwu."

"What?"

None of the other students responded.

"The shape of Xuanwu is just a snake wrapped around a turtle. Look, there are also snakes and turtle shells in this painting."

"Tch! How can Professor Gao's paintings be so superficial?"

The students looked disappointed.

The long-haired boy shrugged: "It's just a little bit of something."

The students continued to meditate on the meaning of the painting, while I quickly left with a sullen face.

Xuanwu!

Among the twenty-eight constellations, one of the four images is Xuanwu.

Why didn't I think of it earlier?

This painting must have a great connection with the twenty-eight constellations!

I must meet this mysterious painter.

Taking a deep breath, I came to the front desk and knocked on the table.

"Sir, do you need help?" The girl raised her head and showed a nice smile.

"Please call Professor Gao immediately and tell him that someone has seen the secret in the painting." I said seriously.

The girl had a big mouth and looked at me several times.

"Sir, are you kidding? Many people have said the same thing, but they have been verified by Professor Gao and they are all liars."

"Don't worry, I definitely didn't lie to you. Just call me and I'll talk to Professor Gao."

The girl thought for a while, then picked up the landline and dialed a number.

It took several calls before anyone answered.

"Professor Gao, I'm sorry to disturb you."

"It's like this. There was a customer in the gallery who said he had figured out the secret of that painting."

"Okay, I'll give him the phone right now."

The girl handed me the microphone.

"Hello, Professor Gao." I took it and put it to my ear.

There was a moment of hesitation on the other side of the phone before a very young and familiar voice came out.

"Did you figure out the secret in the painting?"

Gao Wenyuan.

"Why is it you?" I was surprised. I didn't expect that he happened to go to Professor Gao's house.

"I should ask you this, Li Yunfeng, why did you go to Teacher Gao's gallery?" the other party asked.

"It's not important. I know the secret of that painting." How could I tell him that I was secretly investigating him behind his back?

"Are you kidding?" Gao Wenyuan didn't believe it.

"Do I need to make such a joke? Ask Professor Gao if the secret is related to Xuanwu. Then you will know whether it is true or not."

When I said this, a group of students walked out of the room dejectedly.

"Hold on."

Listening to the voice, Gao Wenyuan put down the phone and walked aside.

After a while, he came back.

"Teacher Gao said that it is Xuanwu, but many people can guess this, and we need a closer answer."

I thought for a moment and lowered my voice: "Xingxiu."

There was no sound on the phone for a while.

If it weren't for the lack of busy tone, I would have thought that Gao Wenyuan hung up the phone.

"Hey, are you listening?"

"Li Yunfeng, do you have time now? I'll give you an address and come over immediately." Finally, Gao Wenyuan spoke again.

"Of course, you say."

Gao Wenyuan reported a place name, but it was not the address of Professor Gao's villa, but a nearby wetland park.

It seems that he doesn't trust me enough.

After hanging up the phone, I said thank you to the shocked girl and left the gallery immediately.

More than half an hour later, I arrived at the Wetland Park.

Gao Wenyuan was sitting on the bench by the artificial lake. It seemed that he had been waiting for me for a while.

"Please sit down." There was deep worry in his expression;

"It's not convenient to say too much on the phone. I have more questions for you."