I am practicing in a weird world

　He was wearing a casual suit, sunglasses on his face, and a cigar in his mouth, looking like a wealthy man.

　He got on his motorcycle and sped towards the exhibition.

　At about ten o'clock, he came to a place. It was a park, a very quiet park. Weeds could be seen growing everywhere. Obviously, no one had taken care of the park for some time.

　Next to this park, there is an unremarkable building. The building is gray all over and looks like an ordinary old house.

　The only difference from ordinary houses is that this house appears to be much larger than ordinary houses.

　But overall, the building is unremarkable.

　At this moment, the building seemed quite lively with people coming in and out from time to time.

　Xiao Yi approached the building and looked to the side of it. There was a wooden plaque that read: Montemerenzi-MacDonald Gallery.

　Well, this should be it.

　After paying the fee, Xiao Yi walked into the gallery.

　As soon as he stepped into the gallery, darkness immediately enveloped Xiao Yi's body, as if he had entered another world.

　The lights here are dim, and the only bright thing is the paintings hanging on the wall.

　Xiao Yi looked around and immediately noticed something unusual here.

　There are no windows in this gallery, and the sunlight stops at the threshold and cannot enter the house at all.

　All light sources come from artificial light sources.

　Xiao Yi looked at the paintings on the wall. The wall was covered with paintings, including portraits of people, landscapes, a blood-red sun, pure white frost, and hazy rain...

　There is a price next to each painting. If you like one, just tell the staff and you can buy it.

　Along the way, Xiao Yi has seen that many paintings have been bought.

　This is a gallery, which not only provides paintings for people to appreciate, but also offers prices for people to buy them.

　I don’t know how Qin Shuyan’s paintings are selling.

　Xiao Yi looked around as he walked forward.

　Soon, he saw a familiar painting.

　It was a painting with cold lines, like those of winter, with a snow-white silence, and a mood of despair.

　The main subject of the painting is a young girl, a beautiful girl lying on the edge of a hillside road. There is blood on her chest, and the blood is like a blood-colored flower blooming on her chest.

　The girl was lying on the blood-stained hillside. Her eyes were not closed, but she looked up at the sky blankly, as if expressing her anger and unwillingness.

　There were corpses beneath her and beside her, piled upon piles of corpses.

　These countless corpses formed a cold scene of death.

　Xiao Yi recognized this scene. He had seen it in his dream. It was the scene when Qin Shuyan died.

　At this moment, some people stopped in front of this painting.

　"It's really unlucky to be drawing a corpse."

　"What a shame! The painting is quite good. The snowy weather makes the girl look like she's fallen asleep. Even the bloodstains on her chest are as beautiful as flowers. But the main subject of the painting is a corpse."

　"It's crazy to ask for an ancient gold coin for such an unlucky painting. In my opinion, an ancient iron coin should be enough."

　"An ancient iron coin is worth two yuan, which is still too much. One yuan is enough."

　"You really want to buy this? The artist's name is unfamiliar. He's just an unknown artist. Paintings by unknown artists like these are worthless. And the subject is a corpse, which seems unlucky. Even if you give it to me, I won't take it. Who wants to hang a corpse in their home to look at it every day? I'm not a pervert."

　People were whispering about the paintings, and Qin Shuyan was standing not far away, mixed in the crowd, listening to their discussions.

　Her red lips were tightly pursed, her two little hands were clenched into fists, and her face was full of dissatisfaction.

　That is dissatisfaction with the opinions of the public.

　However, although she was dissatisfied, she could do nothing about it.

　The paintings here are bought from time to time, and there are many vacant spaces in the corridor. Those spaces originally had paintings, but they were bought and became vacant spaces.

　The painting in front of her is her best one, and she exhibited it with great hope, but her painting is still here.

　This reality left her with no reason to refute, and she could only allow the grievance and unwillingness in her heart to continue to rise.

　Each of my paintings has profound ideas and artistic conception, but no one understands them, and I feel a little lonely.

　Qin Shuyan looked lonely.

　Right here, a hand reached out, took the painting down, and said, "I'll buy this painting."

　The person who took down the painting was a young man in a casual suit, with a body line as sharp as a knife and an indifferent look. It was Xiao Yi.

　"Sir, are you really going to buy this painting? The asking price for this painting is an ancient gold coin, which is sixteen dollars."

　"You must be a fool. Paintings by famous artists aren't that expensive. How could you spend such a large sum of money to buy a painting by an unknown artist?"

　“Is this what you call love at first sight?”

　"No, I prefer that they are stupid and have a lot of money."

　"Or maybe someone with a special hobby."

　Some people around tried to persuade Xiao Yi, but many people showed sneers and ridicule, as if they were looking at someone being taken advantage of.

　But even more people looked as if it had nothing to do with them. When they saw Xiao Yi take down the painting, he turned around and walked away.

　Xiao Yi waved to the staff and asked them to pack the paintings and pick them up when he left.

　Qin Shuyan looked at Xiao Yi, a light flashing in her eyes.

　As expected, Xiao Yi understands me. In my studio, he praised my paintings and he can see the beauty contained in my paintings.

　Although he said at that time that he would not spend money to buy paintings, no matter whose paintings they were, he would not buy them. He was only interested in looking at them, not buying them, and he looked like he was just looking for free money, but that was definitely not what he really meant.

　Volume 1: Chapter 635: Second Floor

　If he was really just someone who could only look but not buy, then he would not have bought my paintings.

　Not only does he understand the beauty in my paintings, he is also someone who is willing to spend money on beautiful things.

　In order to attend the art exhibition, he even changed his clothes, replacing his usual casual clothes with formal clothes. This shows that he attaches great importance to this art exhibition and he values ​​the agreement between him and me.

　Qin Shuyan's heart was filled with surprise.

　But at this moment, a doubt arose in her heart.

　Could there be another possibility, that Xiao Yi is deliberately trying to please me?

　Xiao Yi has seen my paintings and knows my style. Although I left my stage name on the paintings, not my real name, he may have recognized the style of the painting and thus knew that I was the artist of the painting.

　Then, he bought this painting specifically to please me.

　But why does he want to please me? Is there anything about me that deserves his favor?

　Doubts arise from the bottom of my heart, and then are denied by reason, but the doubts still linger.

　After Xiao Yi handed the painting to the staff, a look of confusion appeared on his face.

　It’s strange, why can’t I see Qin Shuyan? She asked me to meet her at the art exhibition, and I’m already here, but where is she?

　"Xiao Yi."

　Just when Xiao Yi was confused, a voice came from the crowd. It was a familiar voice to Xiao Yi.

　He looked in the direction where the sound came from, his eyes penetrated the darkness, and he immediately saw Qin Shuyan in the crowd.

　"here."

　Xiao Yi waved his hand.

　Qin Shuyan came over and asked, "Do you recognize my painting?"

　"I recognized it and bought it." Xiao Yi said.

　Sure enough, he recognized my painting.

　When Qin Shuyan heard that Xiao Yi recognized her painting, a shadow appeared in her eyes.

　She asked, "Why do you want to buy it? Didn't you say that you are only interested in looking at any painting, not buying it? My painting is priced at one ancient gold coin, which is not cheap."

　"If it were any of your other paintings, I might not buy it, but I will buy this one," Xiao Yi said.

　"Why?" Qin Shuyan asked.

　"Can I not tell you? It makes me feel embarrassed." Xiao Yi said.

　"I want to know." Qin Shuyan said.

　Xiao Yi said, "I feel like this painting depicts the real you, the you of the past. The gaze towards the sky in the painting is filled with resentment and anger. That's a reflection of your love for life. It's because of this love for life that you felt angry and resentful after being killed. If you didn't love life, your gaze wouldn't be like that after being killed."

　He continued, "That painting is precious precisely because it contains true emotions. Because it depicts you, it is even more precious to me. You don't have to pay attention to other people's cynicism. They don't understand the value of a painting. Your painting is worth the price."

　箫乙

　He didn't buy my paintings to please me, but because he truly understood the artistic conception and meaning of the paintings and recognized their value.

　The haze in Qin Shuyan's heart dissipated, and a blush appeared on her face. She asked, "Why is the painting of me more precious?"

　"There's no reason, it's just because it's you. It's a feeling, and I feel it's worth it." Xiao Yi said.

　Hearing Xiao Yi's words, Qin Shuyan showed a shy smile on her face. She asked, "Would you like to go to the second floor for a look? The paintings on the second floor are not for sale. Each one has extremely high artistic value."

　"Okay." Xiao Yi said.

　"Follow me, don't get lost."

　Qin Shuyan reached out and held Xiao Yi's hand.

　Coming to the second floor, the lighting was even dimmer, there were very few paintings, and the corridor was long, with only one painting hanging every long distance.

　Xiao Yi looked at the paintings.

　These paintings are far more bizarre than those on the first floor. Each painting seems to have a peculiar attraction. The more you look at them, the more you can feel the vitality of the paintings. These paintings look like they are alive, showing a unique will and temperament.

　Gazing at a painting of the sea and rain, it feels like you are actually in the constantly undulating sea.

　The other paintings, too, possess a distinctive sense of reality.

　Qin Shuyan asked, "Do you know why this exhibition hall is called the Montemerenzi-MacDonald Gallery?"

　"I don't know." Xiao Yi shook his head.

　A smug look appeared on Qin Shuyan's face as she explained, "Alistair Montemerenzi was the third and last cartographer of the Montemerenzi family. His mysterious patron, Timothy MacDonald, collected these small but eye-catching miscellaneous items.

　Because it was founded by two people, it is called Montemelenzi-MacDonald Gallery, Montemelenzi and MacDonald are the surnames of the two people.

　Qin Shuyan continued, "Originally, this gallery was not open to the public, and the paintings inside were all private secret collections."

　"Then why did it become like this, a public gallery for the public to see?" Xiao Yi asked.

　"It's said that it was due to a failed venture. Since then, these two have rarely appeared in public. Their gallery is now open to the public. You only need to pay a certain fee to view the paintings in the collection. If you pay a higher fee, you can sell paintings here. However, photography is prohibited on the second floor, and sunlight is not allowed to enter."

　The two of them were walking in the corridor of the gallery while chatting, and Qin Shuyan stopped in front of a painting.

　She stared at the painting, a look of fascination on her face.

　Xiao Yi looked at Qin Shuyan and also at the painting.

　It was a portrait of a woman with skin as black as night, eyes the color of snow, and bone-white hair cut close together. She stood before a small marble tomb covered with white flowering vines.

　Xiao Yi looked at the signature on the painting.

　Signed "Jonas B. Munch, 1811.

　Xiao Yi stood in front of this painting and felt that it seemed to have a strange charm, as if there was really a beautiful woman standing in front of him.

　Although the other paintings here also have an extraordinary sense of realism, this painting is more realistic than the others.

　He even had a feeling that the girl in the painting might blink the next moment.

　Qin Shuyan looked at Xiao Yi and asked, "Did you feel it?"

　"What did you feel?" Xiao Yi asked.

　"It seems that you don't feel it, so there's no point in saying it." Qin Shuyan said.

　"How can it be meaningless? At least it satisfies my curiosity. What do you feel in this painting?"

　A look of curiosity appeared on Xiao Yi's face.

　Volume 1: Chapter 636: The Unexpected Person