Quick travel: after being possessed by the monster system

But he still stuck to Lin Qing's arm and walked around the man.

Not many people came to Igu's art exhibition. He is not the kind of famous painter who holds a painting exhibition and the scene is crowded.

Because his paintings are unique and depressing, only a few like them, so Lin Qing and Zhuo Jiayi met one or two, or three or three, along the way.

Because Lin Qing kept encouraging and comforting, Zhuo Jiayi also came over.

But as I approached the entrance of the art exhibition, I saw from a distance that there were more and more people.

Zhuo Jiayi's legs froze, and his little finger hooked Lin Qing's hand, and he did not dare to leave.

He looked at Lin Qing with pleading eyes, and Lin Qing's face was reflected in his moist and clear pupils.

"Jiayi, let's take another step forward. When you feel like it's not possible, just close your eyes, think about my appearance, and follow me."

"When you feel better, open your eyes again. Don't be afraid, we will do it step by step."

Lin Qing also knew that it was impossible for him to accept it all at once, so he could only try this method to see if it would work.

In order to encourage Zhuo Jiayi, Lin Qing kissed him on the cheek again.

Zhuo Jiayi's face instantly turned red, but his condition was obviously much better, as if he had been beaten to death.

"Qingqing, let's go." After saying that, he pulled Lin Qing forward with his head held high.

If his calves weren't still shaking, Lin Qing would really have thought that he wasn't afraid anymore.

But if he has the courage, Lin Qing will naturally not hold him back.

Follow his strength and take a few steps forward.

When there was another crowd in front, Zhuo Jiaxi's pace slowed down.

"Qingqing, I'll just squint for one minute and you hold me." Zhuo Jiayi said to Lin Qing solemnly. After saying that, he closed his eyes and waited for Lin Qing to lead him.

Lin Qing looked at the good baby with his eyes closed and laughed.

"Okay, let's go." Lin Qing carefully led Zhuo Jiayi forward, trying to go in a direction with fewer people.

But as we walked towards the entrance of the exhibition hall, there must have been more and more people. Even if Zhuo Jiayi closed his eyes, he still felt someone passing by him.

His nerves were tense, and Lin Qing had to keep describing to him what was happening in front of him to distract him.

With little success.

If she hadn't been holding him, Lin Qing felt that Zhuo Jiayi would have fainted.

She had no choice but to stop first and murmured into Zhuo Jiayi's ear, "Jiayi, don't you like painting? They are all part of your painting. You think of each person as a unique object. A walking object.”

As Lin Qing's words fell, Zhuo Jiayi decided to listen clearly and imagined those people who scared him into the big trees, grass, apples, pens in his paintings...

He slowly opened his eyes, silently thinking about moving the trees, moving the grass, moving the flowers...

Gradually, I felt that I was not so scared anymore, and there was only Qingqing left in the world in front of me.

His brows slowly opened, and he looked at Lin Qing with surprise in his eyes. He smiled innocently, silently telling Lin Qing that he had done it.

Lin Qing saw that Zhuo Jiayi was no longer so afraid, her eyes were burning, and she was very happy for his progress.

Relying on the concept that no one except Lin Qing is human, Zhuo Jiayi walked into the exhibition hall relatively smoothly this time.

After entering, Zhuo Jiayi's eyes lit up when he saw the paintings on the wall.

He excitedly pulled Lin Qing to run over and take a closer look.

Lin Qing is not very interested in Igu's paintings. His mental side is beyond his comprehension. Those fragmented, weird and bizarre paintings are hung on the bedside. He wakes up at night and scares himself to death.

But it was obvious that Zhuo Jiayi liked it very much. He was filled with surprise and happiness.

Occasionally, when I see a certain picture, I will say wow.

Everyone around him couldn't help but look sideways at him.

Maybe he was too focused, or maybe he was too successful in brainwashing himself. At this time, the eyes of the people around him were blocked by him.

Lin Qing looked at his face, almost touching the glass frame, and getting closer and closer. His breath fell on the glass and formed mist, and he held his forehead helplessly.

"Jiayi, let's not be so close. Let's see if it's okay to stay further away."

Lin Qing stretched out his other hand and placed it between Zhuo Jiayi's face and the frame. Then he covered the lower half of his face with his palm and pulled him tens of centimeters away.

He smoothed the broken hair on his forehead.

Zhuo Jiayi's eyes are as black and clear as black gems, bright and joyful.

"Okay." He obediently listened to Lin Qing's instructions and stopped getting so close.

"I like it." He couldn't help but share his joy with Lin Qing, and couldn't bear to take his eyes away from the painting.

Seeing that he was rarely interested in outside things, Lin Qing couldn't help but regret that she didn't take him to find the things he liked earlier.

He liked to draw, and he should have thought that he might also be interested in other people's paintings.

If Mr. Zhuo were here, he would definitely tell Lin Qing that Zhuo Jiayi was not interested in all painters' paintings.

When Zhuo Jiayi's condition improved slightly, Mr. Zhuo became able to take care of others.

I tried taking him out for a walk, but at that time he found an exhibition of paintings by a well-known painter. The painter was good at capturing the goodness of human nature, and the things he painted made people feel happy at first sight.

In order to coax Zhuo Jiayi to see the paintings, Mr. Zhuo begged many people. On the day the exhibition ended, he asked the painter to leave for a day longer and cleared the entire space just so that Zhuo Jiayi could see the paintings alone.

But Zhuo Jiayi went to the art exhibition at that time and was not very interested. He just took a look, said nothing, and huddled behind Mr. Zhuo, never leaving.

There was no other way, Mr. Zhuo could only take him back.

A few months later, there happened to be another famous painting exhibition. Mr. Zhuo once again cleared the venue and took Zhuo Jiayi there. When Zhuo Jiayi saw the painting, he was a little more interested than the first time. He at least walked a few steps and scanned the painting. A few glances.

But at that time, the painter's apprentice accidentally ran over, frightening the person all of a sudden, and Zhuo Jiayi, who had finally been able to deal with people, began to repeat the previous closed state.

Mr. Zhuo was so frightened that he never dared to take Zhuo Jiayi to an art exhibition again.

Lin Qing made a mistake this time. Zhuo Jiayi actually liked Yi Gu's painting style.

The two of them walked past one painting after another. After looking at more than a dozen paintings, Lin Qing saw Jiang He standing in the corner.

There was another man beside Jiang He, and that man turned out to be Su Qi.

Su Qi actually came to this art exhibition and happened to meet Jiang He. This was something Lin Qing did not expect. However, such an encounter made Lin Qing feel that God was helping her.

She saved herself and later looked for opportunities to arrange for the two of them to meet.

Because they were far away, from Lin Qing's perspective, Su Qi and Jiang He seemed to be talking about the paintings on the wall with smiles on their faces. Their expressions were normal.

As for the two Su Qi who stayed away from the crowd and chatted in a deserted corner, they were naturally not talking about Igu's paintings.

Instead, Jiang He was asking his employer Su Qi for the promised 10 yuan.

After Jiang He and Lin Qing separated, they entered the exhibition hall.

She looked at the crowd first.

I found that most of the people who came to the art exhibition were smartly dressed in suits and leather shoes, and they looked like successful people at first glance.

In particular, she overheard the two ladies discussing that the lowest painting here costs tens of thousands, and the two-meter-high masterpiece in the center is probably worth more than 600 million.

She didn't expect these paintings to be so valuable, and that some fool would spend millions to buy a painting.