Sifang Street is near the well-known attractions in Yangdu and is part of the old town.
Lumian followed Anderson and turned to the building closest to the entrance of the community.
As he went up the stairs, he couldn't help but raise his right hand and pinched his nose.
There are many strong smells that fill the air.
Anderson turned sideways and laughed:
"The whole building is being renovated."
At some point, two balls of white paper were stuffed into his nostrils.
"Why are you all decorating?" Lumian did not hide his doubts.
Anderson glanced at him and said with a smile:
"This community is too old, most of the owners have moved out, choosing to rent out the vacant houses, some people rent all the rooms in this building, planning to ......"
Speaking of this, Anderson paused, his smile became obvious in the dimly lit corridor, and his voice became low:
"I plan to open a homestay hotel."
"Colorful painting", right? That person is yourself, right? Lumian was mentally prepared for this, frowned slightly, and said:
"Doesn't this building still have a studio?
"How can you say that you rented all the rooms?"
Anderson tightened the white paper ball in his nostrils:
"Is it possible that the person who opened that studio is the one who rents the rest of the rooms?
"The B&B hotel he wants to open is adjacent to scenic spots, hidden in the community, with the theme of painting."
Lumian still pinched his nose and pretended to suddenly realize:
"That's right."
Based on the strong smell of decoration in the corridor, the two did not slow down while talking, and soon came to the top floor, that is, the sixth floor.
Both households here have open doors, and there are brightly colored spray paintings on the wall facing the staircase, and the core of the spray painting is four words:
"Dumb Studio"
"This name is quite special." Lumian commented sincerely.
At this point, the decoration smell has faded.
Anderson removed the white paper ball stuffed inside his nostrils and explained seriously:
"Painting is done with hands, not mouths, and mute represents the studio's expectations for students: focus, quietness, and attentiveness."
"That's a good explanation." Lumian clapped his hands.
Anderson didn't think it was offended, and said with a smile:
"This is not my forced explanation, it was said by the studio owner."
"My sister once taught me dialectics, thinking that no matter how bad the word is, you can find the good side, do you think it's right?" Lumian asked with a smile.
Anderson nodded:
"If you think it's right, that's right."
He led Lumian to the door on the left.
Lumian was not in a hurry to go in, standing at the door and looking at the spacious living room.
There is obviously a certain modification here, and there are oil paintings hanging on the walls:
There is darkness, only a little golden red "dawn" painted in the distance, a "storm" with deep blue waves, a large number of blurred figures walking in the wasteland, and ferocious "monsters" emerging from the bottom of the sea and "pirates" rescuing their own ships.
The painting "Pirate" reminded Lumian of the latest volume "The Great Adventurer", and he saw vines growing on the heads of those figures, a watermelon, and milky white liquid spraying everywhere on the deck.
This is a restoration of Gelman. Sparrow's experience? Lumian thought for two seconds and stared at the sea monster that looked like a giant leech and had sharp teeth in its mouthparts.
Anderson walked to the drawing board in the middle of the living room and turned around.
Lumian looked around, followed in slowly, and asked "Doubtfully":
"Where is the owner of the studio?"
Anderson raised his right hand and pointed to himself.
"You are the owner of the studio?" Lumian was "surprised" to confirm.
Anderson nodded.
Lumian suddenly smiled:
"Why don't you talk anymore? Is your throat suddenly hoarse? Have you become mute?"
Anderson, who was wearing a black T-shirt, started to sign language.
Lumian looked at it for a long time and didn't understand what he was saying, and said thoughtfully:
"I don't know if there is a sign language translation mini program......"
Anderson picked up the paintbrush, took a piece of white paper from the side, and wrote down the dark red content.
Unlike Lumian and others, he can write common text for Dream City.
Lumian stared and saw a paragraph written on the white paper:
"It's best not to talk in the studio and treat yourself as a mute."
Lumian raised his eyebrows, and before he could speak, he saw Anderson add with dark red paint with a gloomy expression:
"You just spoke."
Lumian suddenly felt a little cold on the back of his neck, as if a cool breeze was blowing.
He didn't look back, as if he didn't feel anything.
Anderson wrote another paragraph, and the dark red of the paint seemed to have become much brighter:
"Do you know this person?"
After writing, he turned the drawing board around, so that the painting above appeared in front of Lumian's eyes.
The painting depicts a woman, tall, thin, light blue and clear eyes, bright and atmospheric, with a strange sense of sharpness.
This is Lumian himself.
It's his female image!
A smile appeared on Lumian's face as he answered Anderson's question:
"I don't know."
With the echo of his voice, something cold and wet suddenly came behind him.
Lumian suddenly grabbed it back, and his palm burned with crimson flames.
As the flames compressed layer by layer, he saw something attacking him.
It is the giant "leech" in the "monster" oil painting, its pink to transparent body extends from the painting, and its mouthparts are open to the maximum, able to bite the head of an adult.
Looking at the pale teeth that were dense and blood-colored at the roots, Lumian directly slapped the fireball in his hand, which was almost red and white.
Boom!
The fireball exploded instantly, enveloping the sea monster that had emerged from the painting.
The shockwave carrying the flames swept around, igniting every painting, every drawing board, and everyone here!
At this moment, in the "Storm" oil painting, the blue sea water gushed out, pouring into the room and drowning out all the flames.
Lumian's figure disappeared in place, appearing behind the mute Anderson.
His eyes were completely black, reflecting a touch of paleness.
Lumian clenched his right fist and stabbed out, hitting the mute Anderson in the back.
The punch, with a rumbling explosion, tore through Anderson's flesh and blood, penetrated his body, and hit the oil painting and drawing board with the female image of Lumian.
The mute Anderson's body suddenly cracked and quickly thinned, turning into a portrait painting with a huge notch.
The portrait painting, along with the oil painting with the image of Lumian women, was ignited by a crimson flame, and in just a few seconds, it completely turned into black and light ashes.
And as the mute Anderson turned back into painting, whether it was the blue water pouring into the room or the sea monsters scrambling to come out, they all disappeared at once, leaving only the still oil paintings.
Lumian swept around and found that a giant "leech" was really missing from the painting of "Monster", and the floor of the studio was full of traces of water and unburned paper.
It became extremely quiet, and there were no creatures except Lumian himself.
Lumian immediately went around the two houses that made up the studio and found no other abnormalities.
Those paintings are no longer weird and mysterious.
He left here, went down the stairs, and saw tenants in the community looking around in groups of threes and fives.
They heard the sound of the explosion just now, but they did not find the source of the explosion, nor did they find any damage to any building in the community, which can only be attributed to the presence of high-speed fighter jets flying from high altitudes.
Lumian passed through them and returned to the entrance and exit of the community.
A figure suddenly appeared in his eyes.
The figure was blonde and blue-eyed, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with his hands in his trouser pockets, as if he was watching the excitement.
Anderson!
Anderson. Hood!
Discovering Lumian, Anderson asked with a surprised expression:
"You have arrived, have you entered the community?"
Lumian smiled:
"I'm used to arriving early."
Anderson laughed:
"Me too."
When Lumian walked up to him, he smiled and asked:
"Did you have fun just now?"
"I'm very happy." Lumian kept smiling and said meaningfully, "I want to do it again."
Anderson. Hood nodded slightly.
He was about to speak when he suddenly looked left and right.
"Wait for next time." Anderson retracted his gaze and said with a smile, "Contact on WeChat."
He raised his right palm holding the phone.
He didn't mention visiting the studio, nor did he ask Lumian's friend if he was interested in enrolling in the class, and Lumian didn't take the initiative to open the topic in this regard, and waved his hand and said:
"Then I'll leave first."
"Goodbye." Anderson also waved his hand.
Lumian passed the cram school teacher and walked to the side of the road.
A gray car drove over and stopped in front of him.
Lumian opened the door, sat in, and said to Anthony in the driver's seat:
"Go to the workers' road."
Anthony nodded and drove the vehicle into the river.
Franka, Luo Xan and Zhou Mingrui made an appointment for dinner on Workers' Road tonight, where there was a taro chicken hot pot.
While the vehicle was driving, the sound of chewing in the rear seat kept sounding.
…………
Workers' Road, a taro chicken hot pot store called "Yizhou Roast Chicken Gong".
Franka and Roxanne arrived early, chose a window seat, and ordered chicken and taro, but didn't order anything else.
Each of them asked for a bottle of iced soy milk, and they didn't think there was anything wrong with Zhou Mingrui choosing such a noisy and lively place that was not petty bourgeoisie at all.
What matters is whether it is good or not!
At almost 6:50, Zhou Mingrui, wearing a black shirt, walked in.
"This way, this way!" Luo Shan waved her hand cheerfully.
Zhou Mingrui bypassed other tables, walked over, and said while sitting down:
"There is something more to do when I am about to get off work."
"We have an appointment at seven o'clock." Roxanne didn't care at all, pointed to Franka and said, "This is my neighbor and colleague Ralph."
Zhou Mingrui glanced at Franka, smiled and said:
"We've met, let's order first."
Franka looked at the darkened sky outside, and her heart was beating a little bit.
ps: Ask for a monthly pass at the end of the month~
(End of this chapter)