Volume 2 Chapter 8 Madman

Tretyakov Museum of Fine Arts.

It's not Monday, so it's open time. Boss Luo, who feels fresh about every building in the city, naturally did not miss this famous art museum.

After taking a frontal photo here and sending it to deputy editor Ren's mobile phone, today's task is completed. I have to report my whereabouts at least once a day to prove that it is good. This is the minimum limit for boss Luo's trip. limiting conditions.

"When you come to Tretyakov, you have to take a look at the "Unknown Girl"." Youye said beside Luo Qiu.

Luo Qiu, who was looking at the art museum brochure, nodded and said, "It's one of the top ten famous paintings in the world, so I'm curious."

Except for closing days, the Tretyakov Art Museum receives many visitors every day. Among the crowd, the owner of the club and the maid simply passed the security check and walked into the old building of the Tretyakov Art Museum.

Boss Luo, who always went straight to the goal after having a goal, didn't care much about the scenery on the road and didn't stop in front of any of the famous paintings.

Looking directly at the woman depicted on the "Unknown Girl" in the key area of ​​the exhibition hall, Luo Qiu has a different appreciation method from ordinary people and can well feel the mood of the painter.

"Many people believe that the woman painted on Unknown Girl is the protagonist in Tolstoy's "Anna Karenina", but after all, this is something that ordinary people cannot find out. So some people It seems that this is an unknown actor, and only the author himself knows who she is."

Luo Qiu listened to You Ye's explanation, which was much better than the commentator in this exhibition area... Luo Qiu was referring to the sound.

Of course, these can actually be heard from the narrator's mouth, but the next words may not be what the narrator can say.

"But actually, the woman in this portrait..."

"He loved this woman."

Suddenly, Youye's words were interrupted. It was a tourist from the same batch, standing behind them.

With soft wavy hair, a narrow and high nose, thin lips, and a lush beard, at first glance, he looks like a middle-aged man.

But to Luo Qiu and You Ye, who are relatively sensitive to vitality, this man is actually quite young, probably no more than thirty years old.

Luo Qiu didn't feel displeased at being spoken to suddenly. He just looked at this typical Russian young man curiously and asked interestingly: "How do you know that the painter loves his model? It seems that there is also such a saying that this girl is a figment of the painter's imagination. "

This hairy young man's eyes were focused on this painting. The focus of his sight, and even his whole thoughts, seemed to be elsewhere. Even though he was able to respond to the questions around him, even though he was aware of the people around him, it felt like he was the only one standing in front of the painting.

This is a very rare concentration.

"I can feel it," he said.

The young man suddenly closed his eyes. His left hand was spread out in front of him, and his thumb was slightly clasped. His right hand was also raised at the same time, and his fingers seemed to be grasping something. This is a painting posture.

He seemed to be saying to himself, rather than in response to anyone's question, "I can feel it. Every stroke, every painting. When I write, when I hesitate... it's so strong and so touching. .”

It seemed that he was doing this not just to speak more convincingly, but his right hand was slowly moving in the air.

It's not like he's painting... but he's simply painting, painting in his heart.

But he seemed to be so focused that he had no sense of anything outside him. At this time, his body was being lifted up by two guards from the art museum, one on the left and the other on the right, and they were being dragged outwards. go out.

The young man didn't resist at all. He still had his eyes closed, and he was still painting something with the non-existent palette and brush in his hand.

"I'm sorry, sir, madam, did this guy just disturb you?"

A man who looked like an art museum employee came to Luo Qiu and Youye and asked politely.

Luo Qiu asked softly: "Should he disturb others?"

The staff member was stunned... Is it rare to encounter such an answer?

"No, no. This guy usually doesn't bother anyone, he just bothers us." The staff member shook his head and said helplessly.

Looking at the confused look on the face of the oriental man in front of him, the staff member said simply: "He was originally an employee of the art museum, but he was fired because he made some mistakes. But this guy still manages to sneak in every time... ...Oh, sir, you have to know that as long as you come in through normal channels and get a ticket, we welcome you. But he sneaked in on his own, so...you should understand. Such behavior is like a madman. "

"You're busy." Luo Qiu nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

The staff member smiled and said: "Sir, you speak Russian very well..."

He wanted to praise him, but the current guest with an oriental face didn't seem to be listening at all. Instead, he turned around and looked at the famous painting collected here.

Concentrated... just like the guy who was dragged out just now, the staff had a feeling that nothing could shake the guest's concentration at this time.

Damn it.

He suddenly felt a strange chill, his whole body shivered inexplicably, he lowered his head and left quickly.

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It’s the third day?

A very strong smell of alcohol can be smelled in Oleg's home, which is even like the rancid smell of his soul mixed with it.

Because his whole person did look rancid.

It's just Nikita's most intuitive feeling.

Nikita, who was wearing brand-new clothes, suddenly remembered her brother Oleg who had always taken good care of her. She originally planned to treat this brother to a good meal today, but...

"Oleg! What happened to you?" Nikita walked up to Oleg and looked at the drunken man with a frown, "I went to the company, and the boss said that you haven't been to work for three days. You are Drinking here?"

The drunken Oleg opened his eyes to a line and burped, as if he recognized Nikita.

He used both hands to push his body up off the sofa but failed, and fell down again.

Nikita quickly bent down to help Oleg up, but Oleg was groping with his hands on the table at this time, and he swept down the beer bottles one by one, "Give me some vodka."

"Damn it!" Nikita cursed, "You are not the Oleg I know! You shouldn't be like this! What happened to you?"

Oleg suddenly stopped.

He slapped his forehead hard, as if this was the only way to wake himself up. Oleg's eyes were made larger, but they were bloodshot.

"You're right, I shouldn't be like this... I have to go find Anton Leer." Oleg took Nikita's arm, stood up with the help, and murmured to himself: "I want to Find him, find him, find him... Where are my keys? Where are my car keys? Where are my keys?!!!"

The voices became louder, more violent, and more angry. He was like a lion, "Where's my key!!"

Nikita swore that if Anton, who brought him wealth, was the strongest guy he had ever seen, then Oleg now was the guy with the most terrifying eyes he had ever seen.

"Brother, please tell me, what happened to Anton Leer?"

"He...he's gone and missing." Oleg hit his forehead hard. The alcohol gave him a splitting headache, but it couldn't compare with the pain in his heart. "Three days, three days...what the hell did I do? What are you doing? I promised Kamala to take good care of our children...what did I do?"

Nikita looked at Oleg's appearance at this time, and for a while, his originally very happy mood seemed to become less happy.

Suddenly someone broke in.

Five tough men.