I went crazy holding my thighs in the vest

Even though Lu Siyin felt a little distressed when she saw it, she sighed inwardly. She would never be able to learn the ability to shed tears anytime and anywhere.

Alas, my life is like walking on thin ice!

Qin Yuqian's eyes were full of tears, she bit her lower lip stubbornly, almost crying, and she was always paying attention to her expression management. She looked pitiful, but also showed a bit of stubbornness that refused to admit defeat, and also had a bit of vulnerability that was just right. What a wonderful thing to say: What a unique girl who pretends to be strong.

But Zhou Zipei didn't even look at her, with a smile on his lips, he watched Lu Siyin being sarcastic, and at the end, he even praised her lovingly: "It's really amazing."

Qin Yuqian's expression almost stopped, and it took a lot of concentration to continue her unfinished acting.

The next second, Lu Siyin saw her tears falling from her eyes one by one, as if the pearls had been broken. Her expression was natural and unpretentious during the whole process, and the big tears fell down her eyelashes, like water. Beads hang down from the eaves.

Lu Siyin stared at her, and then said in surprise: "You are so silky after eating Dove? Dove enjoys silky smoothness. The advertising slogan does not deceive me."

Qin Yuqian succeeded on the spot, and the tears that had just brewed flowed back like a tide, catching him off guard.

"..."

Lu Siyin didn't want to waste time here anymore, so he pulled Zhou Zipei away.

When Zhou Zipei passed by Qin Yuqian and the others, his tone was still lazy, but it contained a warning: "I advise Miss Qin and your followers to be cautious in their words and deeds."

Qin Yuqian's eyes were panicked, and she felt her face was burning, as if it was being burned. When had she, who had always been so loved, ever been wronged like this?

In the end, she blamed all this resentment on Lu Siyin.

Yan Qin looked at Zhou Zipei's leaving figure and the scene where he lowered his head and talked to Lu Siyin. The feeling of jealousy lingered in his heart and lingered for a long time.

Looking back, he saw Qin Yuqian standing there with an ugly face, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and said in a disdainful tone: "What do people from the ravine know? How dare you say that Yuqian's paintings are not good?"

A big pot was placed on Lu Siyin's head. It was a pity that she was not around, otherwise he would have gone crazy on the spot.

The other people who followed them didn't care whether what they said was right or not, they just kept echoing, saying that Yan Qin was right, Yu Qian's paintings were obviously the most beautiful, and they also said that Lu Siyin couldn't do it here or there, so he must find someone. Opportunity to teach her a lesson.

"Okay, shut up." Qin Yuqian frowned and shouted impatiently.

Although Yan Qin was dissatisfied, she had no choice but to keep her mouth shut. After that, she said nothing and stopped praising her.

Qin Yuqian's mind was very confused. It was Zhou Zipei's warning to her and the other sisters' bad words and encouragement just now, so she didn't notice her good friend's abnormality.

……

Lu Siyin pulled Zhou Zipei through a spiral staircase to the second floor. A painting would appear at the same distance on both sides of the spiral staircase. The first half connected with the theme of the first floor, giving people a peaceful and beautiful feeling, but as it got higher and higher , the style of the painting also gradually changes, and in the end it becomes depressing and struggling.

The lights on the second floor were relatively dim, and all the windows were closed with heavy curtains. The dazzling skylight was blocked out, but there was a gap just right, and a ray of sunlight splashed on the floor like a string of pearls.

Lu Siyin and Zhou Zipei saw Lu Jingshu here who had disappeared for a long time.

It turned out that she was here. Just now she was wondering where her sister had gone.

Lu Jingshu stood in front of a painting in the center, with an expression that made people feel focused but also seemed to be in a trance.

Lu Siyin saw the painting clearly, and she walked over calmly to look at it with her.

The blue sea is everywhere, and water accounts for the largest proportion on the entire paper, which restores the vastness of the sea in reality. It seems that the edges of the painting are extending infinitely, and the sea water is bottomless and cannot be seen to the end.

Obviously the sea water is deep blue, but the author used thick black paint on the bottom, like a bottle of ink, gradually dyeing the clear blue water into ink color. At a glance, it is easy to think that this incongruity is the author's. I made a mistake and accidentally dropped other paint on it, ruining the entire work. I couldn't help but shake my head in regret.

In addition to the polluted sea water, there is also a full moon hanging high in the sky. White and Indian yellow are cleverly used to make the moon as bright as day, and a pair of arms. No one is visible, but there are only arms and devastated hands.

Both arms are sunk in the sea, as if the protagonist's whole body has been submerged in the sea.

The left hand dropped naturally, lifeless, and the fingertips of the right hand could barely reach the surface of the sea, as if it would sink in the next second.

"Suffocating." Lu Jingshu said.

Lu Siyin paused, looked at her, and asked, "What?"

Lu Jingshu didn't look at her, and opened her mouth to explain: "This painting gives people a sense of suffocation of death."

Lu Siyin: "It's just a pair of hands."

She means, how do you see suffocation and death through a pair of hands?

Zhou Zipei looked at the painting in front of him without speaking for a long time. He lost his original leisurely look and his eyes were full of desire to explore. At this time, he said: "The owner of the hand has not appeared, so it can be anyone. It can be you, or It could be me, or everyone who looks at this painting.”

Just like the first person and first perspective in an article, readers will always unconsciously put themselves into the role of the protagonist when reading. The same is true for this painting.

Everyone who looks at it will involuntarily imagine that the hands above are their own, and imagine themselves sinking to the bottom of the sea, facing the suffocation and fear of death.

Lu Siyin said with some regret, "But this painting is ruined!"

Lu Jingshu: "Where?"

Lu Siyin pointed to the ink on it and said, "Here, it was obviously dropped by the author accidentally. Where is the sea black?"

Zhou Zipei curled his lips, rubbed her head in a funny way, and said, "I don't think so."

Lu Jingshu thought thoughtfully, hummed in agreement, and then said, "Maybe the author did it intentionally."

She looked at Lu Siyin's clear and bright pupils and explained, "Don't you think all these black pigments are surrounding these hands? Moreover, they don't look like they are dripping on."

Lu Siyin's eyes flickered, and Ruyan looked over carefully and found that it was indeed the case: "The ink is like a demon. It has come into contact with the hanging fingertips of his left hand. It also seems like countless pairs of hands trying to pull it down."

Lu Jingshu wanted to laugh but didn't: "Yeah."

Zhou Zipei looked at her lovingly, pinched Lu Siyin's face indulgently, and teased: "You can see this, you are a genius!"

Lu Siyin opened his hand with a slap, rolled his eyes and said, "This doesn't sound like a compliment to me."

Zhou Zipei looked at her and smiled.

What was Lu Siyin thinking of? His face was full of curiosity, and he asked enthusiastically: "But isn't the theme this time "struggle"? This painting is so depressing, there is no struggle at all, only the powerlessness and despair when surrounded by death, even These arms are full of the word "give up."

Zhou Zipei straightened his expression, shook his head in disapproval, flicked his fingers on her forehead, and sighed: "I just praised your genius, why can't you help but praise me so much?"

While admiring Lu Siyin's expression of glaring at him, he explained unhurriedly: "There is struggle everywhere. When the hand hangs down naturally, shouldn't the middle finger be at the bottom and the first to contact the devil? But the left hand in the painting is No, there is some slight unnaturalness in the middle finger. It can be seen that the person who has not appeared is trying his best to avoid it. This is a struggle. The right hand desperately crossing the sea is also a struggle, and the tiny ripples on the sea are also traces of struggle."

"Also," Lu Jingshu said, "the direction of the fingertips on my right hand is the scary bright moon, which wants to catch the light."

Lu Siyin's eyes were shining like stars, and he looked very excited.

Zhou Zipei's dark eyes were deep and heavy, shining with a deep and dark light, and finally came to the conclusion: "The whole painting reveals a strong desire to survive, but it is an exhausting and powerless struggle."

It's just a death struggle, the ending will not be happy.

Some pictures popped up in his mind involuntarily. Zhou Zipei took Lu Siyin's hand and forced himself not to think about it.