Black friday

In the Vedas it is said: "All knowledge awakens in the morning." Poetry and art, and the most beautiful and unforgettable human actions, come from such a moment.

Clement woke up on the floor, sleeping in a black dream that was almost the same as a room covered by heavy curtains, so he adapted very well, and the movement of getting up from the makeshift bed was almost silent.

The light in the room was dim, and Clement didn't need much lighting, as he knew all the furnishings in the room by heart.

The door to the bedroom was closed last night. Clement didn't intend to disturb Wednesday. He passed by here and walked to the end of the corridor, which was a secret door with a rather fantastic design.

The snake-shaped hand is guarding the spider web outlined by the white silkworm thread, and the silver star and the logo of illegal | forbidden | products complement each other on the door panel.

Clement opened the door, which was disappointing. It was neither a library displaying ancient books, nor a secret room containing drama|drugs. It was just a bathroom that visitors often expected too much.

The faucet is bronze with a skull pattern, and the water outlet is right in the mouth of the teeth. Clement brushed his teeth in front of the mirror, rinsed his mouth, and then changed into the formal clothes he needed to go out.

After finishing the necessary cleaning every morning, Clement opened the bathroom.

Wednesday was standing quietly behind the door waiting for him.

It has to be said that Wednesday's body training is absolutely passable. Her body is as good as her mother who wears court-style gothic dresses all the year round. She has always been elegant, reserved, dignified and charming.

Wednesday looked at him and asked, "Is everything ready?"

"No." Clement said, still wearing his changed pajamas over his elbows, he took two steps outside to give Wednesday the space.

So Wednesday switched places with him.

Clement waved at her and said, "Today I want to do a surprise makeup look, but I'm not sure yet, maybe we can discuss it together when you finish it... but that's after you get dressed .”

"Now, it's your turn."

He gestured to push the door, Wednesday's eyes narrowed slightly, and he closed the door a moment before his strength increased.

Clement smiled and left.

This time, when he passed by the bedroom, he yelled: "Thing!"

Thing jumped out of it.

Clement said, "Ah, it's good to have you here."

Then he threw the pajamas to Thing.

While Thing kindly helped him hang up the prison uniform pajamas, Clement fetched his usual body paint from the closet in the studio.

There are many kinds of pigments, except for the black and white ointment that the user prefers, which occupy a box each, and the remaining amount is almost the same. They are all curled up in a sealed box, waiting for the moment when they are turned over.

Today is no exception. Clement picked up a paintbrush in his hand, aiming directly at the black box, and the oil paint diluted with water was the first to touch his forehead, bluntly smearing a long black streak on the white skin.

In Clement's heart, the inspiration for creation is never exhausted. Every day, he can find too much beauty and creativity from countless insignificant and normal trivialities, and from many details that his soul is clamoring for.Therefore, before Clement started to paint, he didn’t actually have a complete plan. What he thought in his heart was to draw wherever he wanted, and stop when it was time to stop. Anyway, his inspiration would always burst out with infinite flashes at a certain moment, so that he would not disappointment.

This time it seems to be different, no, the beginning is still the same.When the black oil paint was painted on the corner of his forehead, all the chaotic and active cells in Clement's body fell silent, and the original thought of slowly thinking about waiting for Wednesday to be together was also forgotten, and for a while, there was only silence around The air and brush dipped in ink caused a slight rustle.

The black paint exploded on Clement's temples and cheekbones, blasting the fine hairs and barbs of the spider's body. Clement stared at the mirror in front of him, the facial features of the logo stayed where they should be, but the portrait he saw in his eyes was completely different.

However, only Clement himself knows the truth. At this moment, his eyes can only reflect and cannot see the real image, because when the brain is too focused on one thing, it cannot receive other information from the outside world. Clement was like this, his eyes were empty, his hands were habitually soaked in oil paint, and his eyelids subconsciously drooped, letting the black and white chelicera elongate in his eyes.Then dipped in orange, the beautiful and eye-catching orange filled the tail of the humphead spider, and Clement meticulously described its chelicerae, carapace, and then added art-style pretense...

"Perfect!"

Wednesday said that the footsteps became much faster after the first shock caused a slight pause.

Just at this moment, the thin brush was finished with one stroke, and it was successfully finished. Clement raised his eyelids, and the humphead spider that occupied nearly half of his right face waved its front pincers.

Clement said, "Do you like it?"

Wednesday has already walked to his side, nodding his head heavily, his eyes shining brightly: "I like it! It's so beautiful that it looks like it's going to die soon!"

Clement smiled, but he still remembered what he said just now, so he said, "I'm so sorry, I wanted to wait for you to come together, but I finished the drawing first."

"It's not a big deal," Wednesday said.

She raised her hand, and her unhealthy white fingertips lightly touched Clement's face.

The extremely beautiful wrasse spider, which has no sense of reality, rests peacefully under her fingers.

Wednesday almost sighed: "It's so beautiful..."

Clement hugged the little girl's slightly thin shoulders, and smiled: "It's a pity, you can't keep it."

Before Wednesday showed disappointment, he raised his chin and clicked on the tools on the table, and said, "Although I missed the appointment, it's not too late to make up for it. What do you want to play? I can help."

Wednesday grinned not very reservedly, and hugged his eldest cousin with a smile.

Thing, who had been invisible for a long time, also jumped in front of the siblings and made a gesture, indicating that he wanted it too.

Clement turned the paintbrush 360 degrees, and he always refused to come: "Good man, I can't do without you!"

Because the brother and sister were super involved in playing, they packed up their restraint and threw it to God, and Thing, who should have been reliable, followed him to make jokes and jokes. The joyful atmosphere in the warehouse did not seem like a place where three Addams lived .

When Carmen stood at the door, he pricked up his ears and listened for a few minutes before he kicked the rolling door as if confirming it.

Clement: "Carmen?"

"It's me, I'll take you to the art gallery."

"Please." Clement said, hearing the voice coming towards the door.

Carmen also found it strange that this thud thud sound didn't sound like his footsteps.

When the red and black graffiti-style rolling shutter door was pulled up, revealing the true face of the owner behind it, Carmen came to his senses: "...Tap dancing?"

Clement raised his head and chest, kicking and kicking, like an opera singer gradually entering the stage on Broadway, "in order to resolve the happy troubles that disturb people's tranquility."

Carmen: "..."

The cause-and-effect relationship of this sentence is more complicated. Carmen got stuck for a few seconds before recovering his rhythm: "So you can still jump and tap?"

Clement turned around in a circle, with standard movements and a steady foothold, but a pair of slippers could not support the contagious beat.

"I learned from my uncle, it's just scratching the surface." Clement said, "Wait a minute, I'm wearing a collar tie, and I have to change into a pair of boots."

Carmen glanced at his watch: "You still have 10 minutes to prepare."

Clement: "Enough."

The two approached the warehouse one after the other, and Clement snapped his fingers, "Wednesday, meet someone?"

Wednesday and Thing stood side by side by the sofa, unexpectedly, her face was clean, as delicate and beautiful as before the play.

Wednesday looked up, not very eagerly: "Wednesday Addams."

"Hello, I'm Carmen, Carmen Carl." Carmen met her eyes and couldn't help but shouted, "You two are really alike."

Clement made a bad joke: "Yeah, they all look like Addma."

Wednesday pursed his lips and smiled.

Carmen: "..."

She thought about the record of winning and losing against Clement in the past, and then looked at the minute hand watch that moved slowly, and chose to give in: "Yes, they are all Addams."

Clement sat down on the small bench and changed into his Martin boots.

Wednesday and Thing were not idle either. Thing, who had drawn a magic circle on the back of his hand, found Clement's indispensable collar flower. Wednesday took the collar flower and volunteered to wear it for his eldest cousin.

Clement readily accepted.

Clement raised his head, his thin and slender neck was not inferior to the swan neck of a ballet dancer.The little girl also seemed to be very good at this kind of thing, her fingers were not at all cramped in the intricate bow ribbons.

That's right, looking at the black lace collar around her neck, you can tell that she is probably used to this kind of dress, and practice makes perfect.

Carmen silently observed the two, feeling more and more that her guess about Clement's family background was not enough.

Interesting to say, Clement and her cooperative relationship lasted for more than seven years, but she still didn't know much about his family.Although Carmen can see from the usual relationship that Clement must be from a good family, he was rich before becoming famous and then leisurely. atmosphere.

But looking at it now, she felt that she still thought too little.

After all, it is not easy for a nouveau riche family to develop "family pride", so that future generations will be proud of the family name.Moreover, without the words and deeds of the parents and the subtle influence of the environment, it is hard to imagine that in such a commercialized era, there are still people who go out every time as if they are going to a gorgeous banquet. Peerless.

"Okay." Clement's voice woke up Carmen who was in deep thought.

Carmen glanced at his watch habitually: "There are still 3 minutes to spare, you still like to pinch the clock so much."

Clement took his trench coat off the coat rack and said, "This is basic etiquette."

Clement bent down and hugged Wednesday, and asked for the last time: "Are you really not going with me?"

Wednesday: "I don't want to go."

Clement didn't force it either: "Okay, you and Thing are waiting for me at home."

He sneaked another glance at Carmen who was walking away, and said, "There are a few magic books I stole in the bedroom, you can go and have a look, and there are also vegetarian cereals in the refrigerator, eat them when you are hungry."

Wednesday looked innocent, obedient and clever: "Yes."

Clement: "The knife I bought is not as strong as the torture tools at home. You can play with it."

Wednesday frowned, looking unhappy.

The incomprehensible eldest cousin teased her: "Fortunately, my sister has not been exchanged for her soul."

Wednesday: "..."

She grinned kindly, with a sinister smile in her smile.

The corners of Clement's eyes curled up, as did the spider's hands and feet: "I'll try to come back as soon as possible to accompany you."

The author has something to say:

> This is a regular time, and I go to bed early when I work overtime during the day and catch a cold.Life is hard, in order to get rich/get rich, ladies and sisters should also pay attention to their health, crying.

>The opening sentence is quoted from Walden.Unconsciously, I talked a lot more, the outline is really the most unreliable outline, the next chapter is probably progressing very fast, it is a picture that I have wanted to write for a long time.

The last point is long-winded: did you wear artistic makeup on Wednesday?

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