The only person around me who was interested in the exhibition was Shen Luoyu. I called her and asked, she happened to be free this Saturday.

The art exhibition is from 8:00 to 17:00 at the National Art Museum. Shen Luoyu and I agreed to meet at the entrance of the art museum at 3:00 in the afternoon, and we ended up having a meal together.

Before going to the art exhibition, I specifically checked the information of Cha Mei Zixun on the Internet, so that I could have a basic understanding of her paintings, so that I wouldn't understand anything by then.

Most of the information on the Internet is about her art exhibitions, awards before her death, etc., but Shang Lu was only mentioned briefly, and words such as "depression" and "suicide" did not appear once, only that she died of illness at the age of thirty-seven.

Her most representative paintings mostly stay before the age of 30. The combination of bright and splendid colors and natural scenery creates her unique personal style. She was once called "the first person in oriental impression" by the famous calligraphy and painting critic Fan Feng. ". It is a pity that after the age of 30, due to illness, her paintings decreased year by year, and she stopped creating in the last two years.

"Garden Scenery" is the last group of giant oil paintings she created when she was 30 years old. There are three paintings in total, each of which is 190X200 cm. It can be said that she is the protagonist of every painting exhibition. Even the tickets are printed with this group of paintings. partial screenshot.

On Saturday, Shen Luoyu and I met and entered the art gallery together, and then we went to the exhibition separately, each looking at each, and only agreed to meet at the exit at five o'clock.

The exhibition hall is quite large, but there are not many people. Sometimes no one bothers to look at a painting for a long time.

Mei Zixun's color is really amazing, and it looks very beautiful on the Internet. If you look at the real work on the spot, it can only be described as "shocked".

I wandered slowly, looking at each piece, and I watched it with relish, and it was already four o'clock when I arrived at the area where "Garden Scenery" was exhibited.

The huge exhibition hall has two entrances, one enters and the other exits. Just as I was about to enter, I saw a man standing in the middle, wearing a cap and a black motorcycle suit. I didn't need to see the whole face, just a silhouette I recognized it was Shang Muxiao.

He didn't come to my eyes this week, and with the cancellation of the bet, it seemed that my contact with him was also cut off.

After a week of healing, the wounds on the hands and feet have scabbed over, and I believe it will be back to normal after a while. I thought that Shang Muxiao would gradually fade out of my memory like this wound, and there would be no intersection again. As a result, when you visit an art exhibition, you can encounter...

That's right, this was originally his mother's art exhibition, so why would it be strange for him to come and see it as a son?

I was just about to go quietly, before he found out, to get out quickly. I glanced out of the corner of the eye and saw what he was holding, and my heart skipped a beat.

It was a ceramic box-opening knife. It looked like a pen and could be stretched. It was a good hand at unpacking express. I would know because I have such a knife too.

It's not as sharp as a traditional blade, but it's more than enough to cut through the canvas.

Shang Muxiao stood quietly in front of "Garden Scenery", looking up at the most central picture, constantly extending and retracting the ceramic blade in his hand, unaware of my arrival.

His face was very gloomy, and the expression he looked at the painting in front of him was ruthless. As if it was not the beautiful home in his dream, but his nightmare.

I had a hunch that he was going to do something stupid. He brought a ceramic knife to avoid the security check. I don't think he was just here to receive express delivery.

Suddenly, he walked towards the painting.

"Shang Mu Xiao!" Before rationality came into play, my body made a choice.

Shang Muxiao stopped and looked at me like a ghost. I took the opportunity to go over and grab his wrist.

"Let go." His tone was terrifying, he didn't bother about why I was here, just wanted me to let him go.

The more he is like this, the more I will not let go, but the tighter the grip.

"What are you going to do? There are surveillance cameras everywhere, and alarms are installed on every painting. Are you crazy?" Although these are his mother's paintings, technically speaking, they already belong to the Foundation. He cannot own them, and has no right to them. destruction.

"Say it again, let go." The last two words were clearly articulated, one word at a time.

Even if you don't see it, how can you turn a blind eye when you come here?

He raised his hand to try to break free, but I held on firmly to prevent him from moving, and the two of them pulled together in the exhibition hall. He thought I was nosy, and I thought he was too disobedient, and his actions were irritated.

I don't understand why he always does something out of the ordinary. He clearly has a great youth, but he lives in a mess.

"Give me the knife." I went to grab his knife. He resisted fiercely. During the fight, a sharp pain hit his palm. The next second, the knife fell to the ground and slid to the wall with force.

"You..." He was so angry that I felt that there was a moment when he really wanted to kill me, but when he saw my hand, he was stunned again, and his emotions were frozen there, unable to speak. , can't be eliminated.

My hand was scratched by a ceramic knife, leaving a blood line on my palm. Fortunately, it was not deep, but the new injury added to the old one. I am afraid it will take a while to heal.

I raised my hand and took out a tissue from my arms to hold the wound, and didn't look at him again.

"You shouldn't stop me." The hatred in his words was hard to dissipate, but he became more peaceful, and it sounded like he had given up his intention to destroy the painting.

Human voices came from outside the exhibition hall. It was a bit noisy in the distance. The voice of the walkie-talkie was interspersed. It seemed that the security of the exhibition hall noticed the abnormality from the monitoring, and asked the people nearby to check it.

I hurriedly looked up at Shang Muxiao, and when I saw that he was still standing calmly, with a fearless appearance, I frowned and urged, "Aren't you going yet?"

He gave me a deep look, and then went to see "Garden Scenery". He looked rather unwilling, but forced by the form, he could only hurriedly leave the other side.

After he left, I immediately picked up the ceramic knife from the base of the wall and put it in the storage bag beside the wheelchair. The security guard followed closely, glanced at me, and checked the situation of the exhibition hall. Seeing that nothing was found, I replied to the walkie-talkie. , and patrolled elsewhere.

I slumped my shoulders and took a deep breath, only to realize that I was so nervous that I forgot to breathe.

In the second half, I had no intention of watching the exhibition, so I went out early to buy gauze at a nearby pharmacy, and simply treated the wound. Clearing the hall at five o'clock and meeting Shen Luoyu at the gate, she was surprised to see the wound on my hand.