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As soon as the ordinary man said this, the gallery suddenly fell silent.

All eyes were on him.

Full of consternation and confusion.

The painting is not titled.

"The Bride in the Rain" is a name given by the public based on the content of the painting, which is equivalent to a consensus.

Now, someone suddenly stood up and overturned this point. How could everyone not be surprised?

"Wearing a bright red wedding dress, what is she but a bride?"

"Yes, the name of the painting is something we all came up with. Master didn't say anything in July, so why are you dancing?"

"Some people just like to sensationalize!"

Many people said unhappy.

"She just wore a red skirt. A red skirt must be a wedding dress? Real wedding dresses are embroidered with auspicious patterns, such as dragons, phoenixes, peonies, etc."

The ordinary man asked back.

"Look at the red skirt of the woman in the painting, are these the things embroidered on it?"

"Marriage customs vary from place to place. Who stipulates that wedding clothes must be embroidered with the patterns you mentioned?"

"Pretending to understand if you don't understand! You don't even look at all the people here. You look like a clown here."

"I'm now very suspicious of where some people's invitations come from."

Facing the ridicule from everyone, the face of the ordinary man turned red and white.

He raised his voice and argued hard: "The woman in the painting is wearing a shroud. Only shrouds have such patterns. If you don't believe me, take a closer look!"

Everyone looked at the painting again.

The picture is so dark that the pattern on the red dress cannot be clearly seen.

"Young man, which painter are you?" asked a middle-aged man with a white goatee.

"I, I'm actually not a painter." The ordinary man looked a little embarrassed.

"So he's not a painter." Goatee nodded meaningfully, contempt flashing in his eyes.

"Then I have to ask you, is there such a bright red shroud?"

The ordinary man affirmed: "Yes! Of course there is! When a young woman dies, you can use red!"

"Then you mean that the woman in the painting is a female corpse. The corpse can stand up and hold an umbrella?"

"Corpses do stand, if only"

"How can there be such a ridiculous thing in the world? You must have read too many novels!"

Someone interrupted the average man.

"What I said is true. There is something very wrong with this painting."

"Mr. Guo, ignore him!"

"It would be beneath your dignity to talk to such a person!"

The ordinary man wanted to say something more, but everyone stopped paying attention to him.

He closed his mouth with an ugly expression, lowered his head, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

This man is not a painter, so why was he invited by the gallery?

The woman in the painting was not wearing a wedding dress, but a shroud. How could he tell?

I walked up to him and whispered, "I believe you."

Ordinary people were stunned, looked at me with wide eyes several times, and asked dubiously: "Why do you believe me?"

"Because like you, I'm not a painter." I smiled and shrugged.

"Then why do you have an invitation?"

"I came with my friend, the one chatting with the two girls." I pointed out Gao Wenyuan to him.

"He had two invitations in his hand, but the other one was sick and hospitalized and couldn't come. I happened to be fine, so I thought it would be good to come over and improve my artistic accomplishments."

"Oh." Ordinary men have no doubts. Maybe I don't look like an artistic young man.

"I originally wanted to feel the influence of art, but in the end I only saw these so-called artists spitting. They just know how to draw a few paintings. I don't know what makes them superior!"

These words helped the ordinary man vent his anger, and he couldn't help but smile.

"I'm in business. My friends all call me Boss Li. Brother, what about you?"

"My name is Huang Hongjian, and I do funeral services at home."

"No wonder you are so familiar with shrouds." I nodded with sudden realization, "If I may ask, how did you get your invitation letter, Mr. Huang?"

"I'm here to attend on behalf of a guest." Huang Hongjian smiled strangely.

"guest?"

"Actually, she passed away a month ago. I am the mortician, helping her organize her remains, put on makeup, etc." Huang Hongjian said, moving his fingers habitually.

His hands are beautiful, with slightly white skin color and well-proportioned and slender finger bones.

If he didn't say it, it would be the hands of a piano master.

I'm even more curious.

"Now that she has passed away, how can she ask you for help? She knew you before she was alive?"

"In a dream, no one would believe this kind of thing, but in our line of work, we deal with the dead every day, so it is inevitable that we will encounter some. It's not surprising." Huang Hongjian smiled bitterly.

"Brother, I believe it!" I looked serious and pulled him aside, mysteriously.

"When I saw that painting just now, I felt like I was standing in the rain, with that woman behind me, talking to me!"

"Talk?" Huang Hongjian's eyes widened and he suddenly became nervous: "What did she say to you?"

"It seems like those words about leaving her scared me!" I patted my chest in shock.

"Brother Huang, you have experience. Please help me analyze what is going on?"

Huang Hongjian frowned tightly, his expression serious.

After a moment of silence, he said: "I can't say for sure, but I always feel that the woman in the painting looks a lot like the customer who gave me the dream."

"Actually, after I helped her bury her, I didn't take it seriously when I dreamed about her at night. But the next day, I received the invitation letter."

"This kind of thing is called a death wish among us, which is the last wish of the deceased."

"If there is something very important and important to a person while he is alive, but it is not completed because of sudden death, he will remember it even after he dies. Find someone to help him fulfill his wish."

"This kind of help, if you don't help, you will be in bad luck for some time."

"But if you help, you will be able to accumulate good deeds and receive blessings."

“In our line of work, it’s inevitable that we’ll get dirty, so if we encounter something like this, we’ll do whatever we can to help.”

"But I got to this place."

Huang Hongjian hesitated to speak and looked around uneasily.

"What's wrong, Brother Huang?"

"This gallery gives me the feeling of being in a funeral parlor. I don't know how to describe it to you. Anyway, I think you should leave as soon as you see the paintings."

My expression changed: "Like in a funeral parlor? Brother, I'm timid, don't scare me, please speak clearly."

"That's right." Huang Hongjian lowered his voice again, "Death Qi, do you understand?"

"Deadly?" I looked confused.

"The skirt on the woman in the painting is definitely not a wedding dress, but a shroud. Only the dead wear shrouds."

"The smell of dead people is the smell of death."

"That's really scary." I nodded with my eyes widened.

"Anyway, if you encounter this kind of thing, try to avoid it if you can, and don't meddle in other people's business." Huang Hongjian waved his hand again.

There seems to be something in the words.

"Why are you meddling in your own business? Brother Huang, do you know anything?" I asked quickly.

"It doesn't matter if I tell you. If I can save one more person, it will be an extra virtue."

Huang Hongjian swallowed.

"I suspect that the client who gave me the dream is related to the owner of this gallery."

"Otherwise, why would you still want to come here even after you're dead?"