Canary of the gods

Although news from the second gallery also came, the last one, Sixiu still signed with the first gallery.The cooperation model is based on the meaning of a temple repair, the painting is handed over to the gallery, and after the latter sells the painting, they will share the profit according to the proportion stipulated in the contract.

Why did you still sign this one?

That's because he didn't want to go out for a second time, and always felt that there would always be various troubles waiting for him in crowded places.

As for that difficult manager... It's simple, just correct his thinking a little bit and make him think that a temple repair is not worth the effort to promote.

Walking out of the gallery with the newly announced cooperation agreement in hand, Sixiu Yiyi couldn't help but sigh.

Ugh.

Socializing is hard work.

When he traveled abroad before, he always went to the wilderness and sparsely populated places.

With his almost omnipotent ability, even in those places where the environment is harsh and the conditions are extremely difficult in the eyes of ordinary people, a monastery can live like a fish in water, quite nourished.

No one disturbed him, he didn't have to think about interpersonal communication, and he didn't have to worry about the exposure of supernatural powers. Those days were very comfortable for him.

So much so that after the one-year round-the-world travel, when he returned to human society again, it took him a little time to adapt to the environment where he could meet people within two steps.

After leaving the gallery, Yijiu went to pick up the car as he had planned on the road.After finishing various formalities, he had another meal outside before driving home with the navigation.

After he drove the car into the garage, he suddenly thought of his driver's license with his home address registered, and that Osamu Dazai who didn't seem like a good stubble...

One of the first things Sixiu thought about was whether to move to hide in Qingjing... Then he suddenly realized, why did he hide?If that guy dared to come to the door, just throw him out, wouldn't it be fine?

If it's really bothering people, then just flush him down the sewer, and then brainwash those who know him, and clean up the memory related to him. The trouble will be solved cleanly, won't it?

After figuring this out, Jiyi Yijiu put aside Osamu Dazai who had followed his card pack, and he also left behind the follow-up of the spontaneous combustion bus.

The next month passed without incident.

A painting by Sixiu sold very well, and all three of the paintings placed in the gallery were sold, and the price was not bad.

It's not that there are paintings in the gallery that are of a higher level than Yi Yisi, and his paintings are not the focus of the gallery's promotion, but his paintings are the best sellers.

One of the paintings was even seen by several people on the day it was exhibited, and the one who finally bought the painting was a well-known local entrepreneur in Yokohama.The entrepreneur also inquired about a temple repair from the gallery. He was surprised when he heard that he was young, and left with the painting after feeling a lot of emotion.

It sounds incredible that a newcomer sold all the paintings consigned to the gallery in just one month, but a monk has long been familiar with this, so he was quite surprised when he received the call. calm down.

To be honest, it would be strange if his paintings hung for a few months and couldn't be sold.

This is not because of his self-confidence and excess self-awareness, but because he has seen too many such things since he was a child, and it is almost equivalent to eating and drinking water.

A temple repairer didn't think much of it, but the gallery was different. This was beyond their expectations.

Because they only set aside a painting exhibition space for a monk, and the location is relatively remote, so they didn't spend much thought at all, just hung it there and left it alone.

Although they can make money by selling a painting of Sixiu, the key is that they have a very important solo exhibition to be held this month.The contracted painters who held this solo exhibition spent a lot of thought and effort on packaging and publicity. The level of dedication and expectation for their paintings is not at the same level as that of a temple.

With such a matter at the forefront, a temple repair was naturally ignored.

After all, he is not a signed painter of the gallery, and he is not already a well-known painter. He is at best a novice in this line of work.

Unexpectedly, the benefits he brought to the gallery far exceeded the gallery's expectations, and it can even be said to be a very pleasant surprise.

If one painting is a coincidence of a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse, but all three are sold, then it is not pure luck.

In fact, if a temple cultivator were to say it, there was indeed an element of luck in it.

It's just that for ordinary people, luck is elusive, unpredictable, and has great chance.An event with extremely small probability and high randomness can be called "lucky" if it achieves the result expected by the person concerned.

But it's the opposite in Yiyi Temple, because everything goes well is his "fate", even if he doesn't deliberately think about it, everything will go smoothly.For example, the lottery ticket he bought casually along with the fun will also win the jackpot.

Because all the paintings were sold, the gallery called a temple repairer more frequently, and his attitude was also very good. He also tentatively asked: Recently, some customers specifically asked about your paintings. When will you check? Send me a few more paintings?If you are busy, we can also collect the paintings.

A temple repairman glanced at the painting he had just finished, and said without blushing without panting: "In another month, let's talk about new works."

The good mood that had just finished and was satisfied with the new work disappeared without a trace after answering the phone call.

Seeing that it was still early, a temple cultivator sat on the sofa with a fruit bowl in his arms. After turning on the TV, he glanced at no TV dramas to watch, so he stayed on the local news channel, picked up his mobile phone, and swiped and tweeted.

"...well-known entrepreneur Mr. Fujikawa...painting...injured...intensive care unit...cursed..."

After listening to a few key words in bits and pieces, a Sixiu spit out the grape seeds in his mouth, still brushing his phone non-stop, thinking casually: What kind of painting can make someone enter the intensive care unit, now The news is almost as good as the TV series.

Oh, I forgot to mention, he's been following a supernatural horror TV series recently.

But what Sixiu Yiyi never expected was that the development of the matter was even more dramatic than the TV series he was chasing.

At nine o'clock in the morning the next day, one of the priests who stayed up late last night to catch up on the drama hadn't woken up yet, and slept soundly.

He likes quietness, so the sound insulation effect of the rooms at home is very good.Especially in the two places of the bedroom and the studio, almost no sound from outside the room can come in.

Therefore, he naturally failed to hear the doorbell that had been rang for almost 10 minutes.

"Strange... aren't you at home?"

Osamu Dazai put his hands in front of his forehead to set up a pergola, looked up at the windows on the second floor that were tightly covered by curtains, thought for a while, put his hands in front of his mouth like a trumpet, and shouted loudly: "Hey—Xiu Jun! Are you home?"

At this time, the neighbor's wife just passed by and cast a puzzled look at Osamu Dazai.

From the corner of his eye, Osamu Dazai caught sight of the passing wife and greeted him politely.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as Osamu Dazai wants to, from the age of 80 to the age of eight, there are very few women he can't deal with.

So after a while, the wife next door was coaxed by this man's sweet talk, her cheeks flushed, and she held her face like a young and shy middle school girl, and immediately forgot the scene of Osamu Dazai yelling in front of other people's house just now.

Osamu Dazai also took this opportunity to ask the neighbor's wife what she knew about a temple.

In fact, the neighbor's wife doesn't know much, because this person doesn't like to socialize or go out.Even if you meet him occasionally while shopping in the supermarket, the other party seldom pays attention to him. The wife next door only knows him as "moved more than a month ago", "you must wear a mask when you go out", "the bangs are long enough to block eyes" above.

There is little information, but that alone is enough to paint a picture of a young man who lives alone, withdrawn, and not sociable.

Osamu Dazai rubbed his chin, lowered his head and thought about something.

"Are you his friend? Why don't you call him?"

The wife next door asked curiously.

"I'm his colleague." Osamu Dazai put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker and said with a smile, "His mobile phone was turned off, and no one answered his landline, so I went directly to his home to find him."

The wife next door covered her slightly opened mouth in surprise, "Oh, is that so? But I don't usually see how he goes out, so I thought..."

Is it a squatting at home?That's right...

Although he agreed in his heart, Dazai explained on the face: "Because the work of Xiujun can be done at home."

The wife next door couldn't help but asked: "... work that can be done at home?"

Osamu Dazai: "Xiu-kun is a painter, I am his manager~"

"So it's a painter..." The wife next door was even more surprised this time, and muttered, "No wonder..."

I heard that many artists are full of personality, and some even suffer from mental illness, and their thinking and behavior will be more extreme than ordinary people.

They are tortured by these pains on weekdays. Once it is time to paint, the physical and psychological pains collide and intertwine with the inner roars and struggles of unwillingness. The strong emotions rub off incredible sparks of inspiration.Thinking breaks through the shackles of a fixed frame, and the soul gets rid of the shackles of a heavy body.In this passionate, passionate, and almost crazy peculiar state, one after another shocking works were born from their hands...

The wife next door didn’t know much about the painter, the only one she knew was the famous Van Gogh, and her understanding of him was limited to “the author of “Sunflower”” and “the ear-cutting incident”, so she suddenly Ichijo, who is also a painter, was also brought into the same idea.

Looking at it this way, the person who doesn't like to go out and doesn't like to talk to people, squats at home, and instantly becomes a great painter who is extremely talented but suffers from physical and mental torture.

"This child is too difficult, huh huh..."

The wife next door was so sad that her eyes were moistened by her brain supply, she took out her handkerchief and began to wipe her tears.

Osamu Dazai: "...?"

In fact, occasionally he would feel that a woman's mind is as deep as a needle in the sea, it's hard to guess...

Watching the neighbor's wife leave, Osamu Dazai stretched his waist and looked around. There was no one around, and the roadside surveillance was blocked, so...

He climbed over the courtyard wall neatly, walked to the door, took out a hairpin from the bandage under his sleeve, hummed a ditty he made up, and opened the door in two or three strokes.

"Excuse me~"