Chapter 22 Funeral 22┃ was a sunny boy.

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date="2020-10-01"

title="Chapter 22 Funeral 22┃ was a sunny boy."

weight="95735"

series = ["Paintings of Terror"]

mode = "manual"

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"Damn!" Wei Dong threw the ticket to the ground, stomping on a few feet, "Can you tear it up and burn it?! Can it?!"

Doctor Qin shook his head: "The consequence of the damage is death in the real world. Death is all tragic, abnormal or painful."

Wei Dong bent over to pick up the ticket, laughed "hehe", desperate and helpless.

Ke Xun put the ticket back in his pocket and looked up at Mu Yiran.

Then he found that this gangster was wearing a very elegant suit on the upper body and only a pair of boxer briefs on the lower body.

Ke Xun: "..." He took off his pants before leaving the painting.

No wonder just staring at him with the gaze that wanted to swallow him alive.

"Cough," Ke Xun hurried over, "Big brother, I was wrong. You first take off your outer clothes and block one block underneath. I will call a taxi and park at the back door, and then I will escort you into the car with Dongzi. Is it in this city?"

The big shepherd continued to strip him alive with his eyes.

"It's not in this city? Then, you go to my house first. My house is very close here. Put on my clothes first, okay?" Ke Xun said, winking at Wei Dong.

Wei Dong nodded quickly: "Yeah, yeah, you can't go to the hotel directly like this, you are everywhere. It is not convenient to go to my house. My parents are here. Kerr lives by himself. No one else at home. I’m not afraid to let people see it. It’s convenient to do something... Well, I mean, it’s very convenient to wash and take a bath, change clothes and so on. Your body is so dirty, you look like a clean guy, can you still bear to go home and wash it?"

This was probably because of Mu Yiran's taboo, and she frowned, without saying anything against it.

Ke Xun breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Doctor Qin: "What are your plans? Or go to my house first?"

Doctor Qin smiled and shook his head: "No, I want to go back first. My house is not in this city. Now I have time to buy a ticket and get home before the evening. Just don't spend it here. Anyway, it won't take long. See you, take care."

He said that he walked tiredly and took the lead to leave this exhibition hall.

The owner of the pancake stall and Ma Zhenhua were still lying on the ground, both of them smelling of urine.

"I'm talking about the boss, it's better to keep things up until now," Wei Dong stepped forward and pulled up the pancake boss. "Go back and take a good rest. Don't do stupid things. This time we're dead. Maybe I can escape safely this time. Isn't the matter artificial? Go back quickly."

The owner of the pancake stall is like a puppet. He listens to what others say and left the exhibition hall in despair.

The rest of Ma Zhenhua was ignored. Ke Xun pulled Mu Yiran's arm, but he shook it away, coldly taking off the upper suit jacket and hiding it under him.

Ke Xun asked Wei Dong to call a car outside, and the three of them left behind the back door of the art gallery in secret.

As soon as he went out and saw it was raining, Wei Dong couldn't help feeling strange: "This rain is falling when we are in the painting, why is it still falling after we are out of the painting? Master, has the rain been constant these days?"

The driver's master felt stranger than him: "You guys are outsiders, right? It's raining today in our place."

"Huh?" Wei Dong was about to refute, when Ke Xun stretched out his hand and pressed it, he shut up quickly.

Ke Xun took out his mobile phone from his pocket and saw that the long-lost signal returned again. The date and time of the Internet connection clearly showed the time before the two entered the painting.

Ke Xun asked Mu Yiran in a low voice, "Is the time we go into the painting unrelated to reality?"

Mu Yiran ignored him.

Ke Xun nodded clearly: "In other words, no matter how long we stay in the painting, the time in the real world stays before the painting."

He took out the ticket in his pocket and looked at the time printed on it again.

The next time I enter the painting, it will be 13 days later.

The place where Ke Xun lives is a new home he bought in a new residential area in the city center after selling the house left by his parents.

Ke Xun lives on the top floor. The house is not small, but not much furniture. The biggest piece is the double bed in the bedroom, the metal blue three-piece bed, the quilt is not folded, and it is messy at the end of the bed.

Ke Xun took out his own set of clothes from the closet and handed it to Mu Yiran: "Make do with it, mine are all casual style and sports style, no formal clothes."

Fortunately, Mu Yiran did not show any contempt, took the clothes blankly, and said coldly: "Get out."

"Should I take a shower and then change clothes?" Ke Xun asked him.

Mu Yiran paused before going to the bathroom first.

Hearing the sound of closing the bathroom door with a "bang", Ke Xun scratched his head and stretched his waist.

Looking around his empty and simple house, Ke Xun felt that everything still seemed particularly unreal.

In fact, after he changed from a child of an ordinary but beautiful family to a solitary orphan, he felt that his life was like stepping into an unreal dream.

Everything in this dream is like the house he lives in now, pale and empty, monotonous and cold.

Ke Xun smiled and turned his head into the kitchen.

After Mu Yiran washed out of the bathroom, he found that his half-length clothes hanging outside were missing, and even the boxer briefs were gone. He frowned, and the blue veins on his forehead jumped wildly.

Suppressing his anger, he reluctantly put on the dress given by Ke Xun. The upper body is a white T-shirt, and the bottom is a pair of light gray guards. It looks comfortable and loose, and the length is just right. Just looking in the mirror, I feel a little uncomfortable. .

Mu Yiran never wears this style of clothes. In the mirror, he feels like someone else. For no reason, he is less self-control and sharp, and a little more loose.

After combing the wet hair neatly with his fingers, Mu Yiran glanced in the mirror again.

Still feel something is wrong.

Is it because this white T makes him look like a pure college student?

Mu Yiran made his gaze a little deeper.

No, it's still wrong.

Frowning and staring at himself in the mirror.

After a long time, finally found the root cause.

On the white T in the mirror, the black thunderbolt is printed with a string of shocking English words: HT?id A mA I.

The small green veins on the forehead cracked with a crack.

Mu Yiran walked out of the bathroom with a thick layer of frost on his face, and glanced across the empty living room. There was nothing else but a few lazy sofas collapsed on the white wooden floor like their owners.

There were a few noises in the kitchen, Mu Yiran walked over, through the black titanium framed glass door, and saw Ke Xun stirring something in the pot with one hand in his pocket and one hand with a spoon.

This person still cooks?

As if he was aware of it, Ke Xun turned his head, first for a moment, and then smiled: It's too cute to be dressed so young with an iceberg dead face.

Seeing Mu Yiran look bad, Ke Xun changed his serious face very wisely, ran over to open the door, humans and animals smiled harmlessly: "Are you hungry? I will make coconut curry fried rice. It will be ready soon. You should rest first. In a moment, the water in the drinking fountain was changed yesterday, so you can drink it with confidence."

Seeing Mu Yiran still showing him a dead face, Ke Xun thought for a while and added: "If you don’t like to drink white water, there are instant coffee and milk tea bags under the water dispenser, and there are cola and green tea in the refrigerator. , I will go downstairs to the convenience store to buy you the Nutrition Express?"

Mu Yiran's blue veins on his forehead jumped up again.

Ke Xun watched his words and thoughts, and quickly reached out to close the glass door: "The kitchen is so smokey, you can go to the living room and sit."

"Clothes." Mu Yiran coldly squeezed a few words between his teeth.

"Oh, I stuffed the clothes you changed in my pocket. I will take them to the dry cleaners to wash them. They have been worn in the painting for several days. Wash them to get rid of the bad luck." Ke Xun closed the door and walked back to the stove. Continue to turn the rice in the wok.

Mu Yiran didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, turned around and went to his bedroom.

I opened the white wall cabinet and hung clothes of various colors inside. I flipped through the styles. It turned out that they were all casual and relaxed styles. T-shirts, sweaters and trousers accounted for the majority.

Mu Yiran picked a white T with only one brand logo on his chest and put it on again, and hung it in. He was about to close the cabinet door, but saw a dozen photos slantingly pasted on the inner wall of the cabinet.

After a glance, I saw Ke Xun in most of the photos.

There were him who was blatant in his youth, he who was young and handsome when he was young, and he who was ignorant and cute when he was a child.

Other people or his parents and family members, or his friends and partners, or his cats, dogs and cats, every picture is full of a strong atmosphere of life, and every picture is filled with a worry-free and happy atmosphere .

The house he now lives in is like two worlds.

Mu Yiran took a second look at the photo of Ke Xun's parents.

Ke Xun's appearance is a collection of all the strengths of his parents, with bright eyebrows and clear outlines, cute in childhood, handsome in his youth, and handsome in his youth.

It seems that in order to cooperate with this evaluation, Mu Yiran saw a picture of Ke Xun with a smirk with a medal hanging on his chest. A line of ink pen read: "I am me, the handsome guy with the gold medal-Ke Xun title".

"..." Mu Yiran closed his blinded eyes.

Just before I was about to close the cabinet door, I unfortunately caught a glimpse of a line of inscriptions on another photo of Ke Xun training in a crouching style on horseback: The world is so magical, creating this handsome question-Ke Xun.

When Ke Dashuai came out of the kitchen with two plates of coconut curry fried rice, he saw Mu Yiran standing in front of the French windows and looking out.

The sky in the city is very overcast. Above the gray three-dimensional clouds, there is a thin golden light. The rain is still falling, but a rainbow has appeared in the distance. The high and low white buildings and gray buildings under the color of drizzle are filtered. , Quite a little refreshing taste.

"The vision is good," Ke Xun stretched his feet, hooked out the low table behind the lazy couch, and put the meal on it, "I just chose the high-level here to stand tall and see far. Come, Eat." Take out two bottles of green tea from under the armpit and put them on.

Mu Yiran turned to look at him.

Ke Xun was afraid that he would continue to carry it, and pointed to the fried rice: "Every bit is hard. If you don't eat it, I can only throw it away."

Mu Yiran walked over without expression. As soon as his buttocks touched the sofa surface, the whole person was caught off guard and went straight from a sitting posture to a reclining posture, completely paralyzed.

Mu Yiran: "..."

Seeing this big guy's face began to freeze again, Ke Xun hurriedly laughed with him: "Isn't it because I rarely visit foreigners? My buddies all seem to suffer from high paraplegia when they come in. I hate when they come here. You can use the toilet if you can’t lie down. I didn’t have a serious sofa. You always make do with it. It’s usually just myself. I don’t sit on the sofa and sit directly on the ground.”

Mu Yiran endured again and again, and finally sat firmly on the sofa, picking up the spoon in the bowl with a sullen face.

Shrimp, cod, scallops, green peppers, red peppers, served with golden coconut curry sauce, mixed with rice, the color and fragrance are delicious.

"How is it, is it delicious?" Ke Xun, who was sitting opposite, squinted at him with a smile.

After a long time, Mu Yiran let out an "um".

The author has something to say:

HT id A mA I is the reflection in the mirror, the original sentence should be viewed in reverse (^x^)