After I went undercover, I ran with the ball

The sound came back along the weird and empty cave, stepping forward, Sunset and Yuange came to an elegantly decorated art gallery in an instant.

The roof of the art gallery was decorated with brightly colored reliefs, and through the arched corridors, the light from the multicolored glass made her feel unreal.

She touched the colorful glass on the window and was stunned for a few seconds.

Going forward, it is the place where the art museum holds a solo exhibition.

Solo exhibition?

The sign posted at the entrance of the pavilion made her realize why she was here.

By the way, she is Ri Mu Yuan Ge, a well-known painter who just returned to China to hold an art exhibition.

As soon as she opened the door, she was pulled in by the manager.The manager was young, in his thirties, wearing red-rimmed glasses, with a serious face, he was relieved to see her appear.

Why today, the manager made her feel so strange.

"Finally here, my little ancestor. This is your first art exhibition when you return to China. It's full of famous people, and they're all attracted by your recent work - "HG in Dreams". If you don't come, I can't hold on anymore!"

The agent scolded her with a cold face.

Ri Mu Yuange was fascinated by the painting behind the agent. It was a painting with very simple color and composition. The lines were very abstract, and the colors were bold and bold. After careful identification, it could be seen that it was a baby sleeping in the water.

Why did she think that green blob was a baby?

The manager noticed her gaze, turned around and looked at the painting with nostalgia, "It's because of this painting that you made your name in the art circle, and it's also because of this painting that I became your manager."

Ri Mu Yuange stepped forward and noticed the two words in the lower right corner - new life.

She felt dizzy, maybe she was a little nervous and apprehensive when returning to China for the first time to hold an art exhibition.

The agent led her to meet wave after wave of people, and her smiling face froze.

"The one I'm going to meet next is the big patron of this art exhibition, and he spent tens of millions on this art exhibition—" the agent lowered his voice, "U.S. dollars! Let the auction of your work "HG in Dream" be auctioned off." gone."

"HG in the dream", what kind of dream did she have at that time to dream of such an abstract and incomprehensible HG.

There was a smile on the manager's serious face, which was neither flattering nor flattering, and made people feel that she respected the man in front of her from the bottom of her heart.

"Yuan Ge, this is the buyer who bought "HG in Dreams" this time, the chairman of the Hong Kong Black Group, Mr. Sen."

The only thing that shares his taste is his appearance.

He was wearing a black suit, buttoned up meticulously, with a pair of black white gloves on his hands, his mid-length hair hanging down, a kind smile on his face, and a calm demeanor.

It's different from the potbellied nouveau riche she saw just now.

She smiled, "Mr. Sen, hello."

"As expected of Miss Yuange, who is honored as the 'Freya' of the art world, you are as full of beauty and love as your paintings."

Mr. Sen opened his mouth to praise her, his expression obviously looked sincere and sincere, but somehow it made her feel false.

Mr. Mori stood in the center of the exhibition hall, next to the "HG in Dreams" he bought at a huge price this time, looking up at it.

The sky outside the window is bright orange, with different shades, as if it was painted on randomly.The wall by the window is a hazy blue, and there is a brown table under the window. There should be a breeze blowing outside the window, blowing up the white gauze curtain hanging on the window.

Above the gauze curtain, the silver-white moonlight can be vaguely seen.

The top of the table is a lump of thick black, which looks out of place with the brightly colored paintings, and on the contrary breaks the beauty of the paintings.

Like Mr. Mori looking up at this painting, there is also the author of this painting - Rimu Yuange.

There were countless question marks in her heart, and she whispered an indecent sentence, "Just this damn thing can sell for tens of millions of dollars?"

There was a chuckle in the ear, and the eyes of the man with soft brown hair were bent into a slit. One of his eyes was wrapped with an awkward bandage, and a hanging man was drawn on the bandage.

He was wearing the same black suit as Mr. Mori, but the shirt buttons inside were frivolously unbuttoned a few times, exposing the collarbone.

The voice is clean and juvenile, and the speed of speech is a bit fast, and he likes to elongate the tail tune. He looks like a lively boy.

"The beautiful lady is very humorous~" the boy said.

Mr. Mori saw the young man standing next to Higurashi Enge, and called him affectionately, "Dazai-kun, you are here, where is Chuya-kun?"

The boy named Dazai said disgustedly: "That little guy went to park his motorcycle." He casually muttered, "As a company executive, riding his pink motorcycle every day is too low-grade. gone."

Mr. Mori introduced the young man to her with a warm smile, "This is Mr. Dazai, an executive of the Hong Kong Black Company, and my capable subordinate."

"This is the artist who held the exhibition this time, Miss Yuange."

Higurashi Yuange nodded politely, and met Dazai-kun's smiling eyes, as if he forgot that he just heard her complain that his boss bought a painting that even the artist thought was a ghost.

She had a perfect smile on her face, without any embarrassment at all.

After chatting for a while, the other executive who appeared in their mouths was late.

What a grand gesture, even the bosses came, but he was the last one to appear.

Still wearing the same black suit, but wearing a top hat that doesn't match the suit but is inexplicably harmonious.

He is not tall, but he has a face that looks 1.8 meters high.

This man is very handsome, not to say that Dazai and Mr. Mori are not handsome, but that this man has grown in her aesthetic point.

The smile on Ri Mu Yuange's face was somewhat sincere.

Mr. Mori pointed to the painting and said, "Chuya-kun, this painting is a birthday present I specially bought for Zhongye-kun. The first time I saw this painting, I thought it should be Zhongye-kun. of."

This is really a good boss. Such a harmonious relationship between subordinates and subordinates is hard to see.

Mr. Zhongye was a little surprised, and looked up at the painting, but he couldn't appreciate it.

Dazai leaned over and said in a low voice: "You deserve this kind of thing that even the painter thinks it's something."

Nakaya-kun took his hand out of his pocket, flexed his wrist, and punched Dazai's soft belly with a punch.

Dazai hissed, clutching his stomach and looking in excruciating pain.

The smile on the corner of Himu Toge's mouth was a little stiff, but fortunately Mr. Dazai was a little bit more sensible and didn't shout out, otherwise the exhibition would be ruined, and the agent would definitely hold her ear and scold her to death.

She observed Zhongye-kun's hat, and looked at the black ball on the table in the painting, the more she looked at it, the more it looked like the top hat on his head.

It really is "HG in Dream", this HG turns out to be headgear...

The agent introduced a few more people to her, including politicians, chaebols, and art masters with haughty eyes.

She laughed, exhausted, and found a reason to leave the art exhibition.

The art gallery is very large, except for the overcrowding of the exhibition hall where she held the exhibition, there are almost no people outside.

She made a long detour before coming to the open-air garden on the north side of the art museum. Before her, someone had found this garden, sitting on a wooden bench, admiring these rare flowers that are rarely seen outside.

She had seen the man on the bench before. He was the son of a congressman introduced by her manager just now.

He looked sleepy, took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, he also bought a painting in today's art exhibition, a painting that Sunset Yuange felt confused.

She is the author of all the paintings in the exhibition, but she just feels that those paintings make her feel strange and confused.

The painting he bought was being placed at his feet without much respect.The whole painting is divided into two parts, the upper part is a dazzling white, while the lower part is a rich black, there is a long gray strip at the junction of black and white.

Ri Mu Yuan Ge has some doubts that her main job is a liar and her side job is a painter.

Was the artist just used to cover up her identity as a liar?

She was really curious why this seemingly normal man bought her paintings.She sat opposite him, the slight sound made him quickly put his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked at her sharply.

He thought for a moment, then thought of her, "Are you the artist at that exhibition?"

"Song at dusk."

"Ah, I know."

She looked at the painting at his feet, and he wasn't embarrassed at all. Since he bought the painting, he can do whatever he wants with it.

"Why did you buy it? I heard that you spent a lot of money. In fact, you paid far more than the value of this painting." She told him the truth.

From her point of view, the pictures she painted were worthless at all.

He picked up the painting with an expression of admiration, but his attitude towards the painting made people feel that he didn't like it that much.

Ri Mu Yuange waited for him quietly for a few minutes, and finally heard him say: "In order to survive, one must fall."

For a moment, she understood what the gray in the painting was. It was an arm connecting his body that was gradually sinking into the darkness.

The exhibition ended very successfully.

She stretched out her hand to block the glare. After getting used to it, she looked at the dress she was wearing in amazement. She wasn't the son of a member of the council just now, where... where?

Holding her with one hand, she took a few steps forward. She looked at the back of the front, why is she a manager again?

This is a celebration dinner.The celebratory dinner to celebrate the success of her art exhibition, she remembered.

At the wine table, Mr. Dazai in a white suit winked at her.

Her mind was in chaos, everything was taken for granted, but everything was so discordant.She found an excuse to leave the wine table and went to the balcony to breathe.

The fresh air cleared her mind a little.

Leaning against the railing on the balcony, she greeted Nakaya-kun who she had just spotted leaning against the wall.

He was still wearing a black suit during the day, with an unlit cigarette in his right hand and a lighter in his left.

It should be because he saw her coming in that he stopped lighting the cigarette.

"Chuya-kun also come out to breathe?"

"A boring party." He saw the annoying face through the gap in the curtain, and his tone was a bit disgusted.

There was a long silent silence, neither of the two spoke, immersed in their own world.

Outside the curtain was the voice of the manager calling her, which made her very annoyed.

Everything was very wrong, and she couldn't tell what was wrong.

Zhong Ye lifted the curtain and stepped out with one foot. He turned his head, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Ri Mu-san, I'm going out first."

No, why is his attitude towards her so strange? It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be.

She raised her head abruptly, and a gun appeared in her hand. Everything around her was still. She pulled the trigger, and the picture in front of her was cracked piece by piece like a shattered mirror.

She returned to the cold cave.

She leaned against the wall and stood up, holding a gun in her hand, pointing at the darkness, and said coldly, "Come out."