But what love can a gold master buy?

The man who vandalized the exhibit was locked up.However, the exhibits he destroyed must be compensated by the art museum to the creators.

The exhibits are not particularly expensive objects, but they were made by the creator with painstaking efforts. The creator was afraid of this smashing, and immediately proposed to withdraw all his works, even though the art museum promised to cover the rest of his works with anti-theft glass It didn't work either.

He withdrew resolutely, and the rest of the creators knew that someone was thinking of destroying the Shen family, and they didn't want to go into this mess again, so they all followed suit.

This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to Shen Tinglan.

He didn't even have the idea of ​​staying, and watched people remove everything in the museum one by one - he was so familiar with this scene that he had seen it three times in just a few months.It's like playing a game where you deliberately took different branches, but you didn't expect to play the same ending, but the scene is different.

Shen Tinglan didn't blink his eyes, and stood on the spot as if lost in spirit. The staff next to him felt that he might fall to the ground or vomit a mouthful of blood at any time, so they couldn't help but came over to help him: "Curator...you Go to rest, we have a meeting later, everyone has some connections, and we can always think of a way..."

However, Shen Tinglan neither vomited blood nor fell to the ground, but just said lightly: "You all go."

"what?"

Shen Tinglan looked down at the hall which had returned to being deserted again: "The remaining money is still enough to pay the last salary, so you can leave after the payment."

"...What about you?" The other party looked at him worriedly.

"Do not bother me."

Shen Tinglan had no expression on his face, and his voice was so soft that he seemed to be hallucinating, then he slowly pulled his arm back from the employee's hand, turned and returned to the office.

After lunch, he called everyone together, put away all the remaining exhibits and locked them in the inner showroom, and said, "Get off work, you won't need to use it in the future."

Everyone looked at him with a kind of not surprised, but very complicated eyes.

Shen Tinglan continued: "When the accountant clears up the account, the wages will be transferred to your account."

His once bright black eyes are now dim and dark like two pools of deep water, reflecting no one.After announcing so defiantly, he drifted away in full view like a ghost.

He went back to the office, locked the door, and screamed heart-piercingly into the empty room.

Shouting until his voice became hoarse, his back was pressed against the door panel, and he slumped slowly and tiredly, and finally fell to the ground.

Looking back on the past two or three months, his soul has been ups and downs in hope and disappointment, chasing the gleam of light in the dark, but watching it suddenly go away when it is within reach.

Now he didn't have to chase or catch.He has fallen to the bottom, there is no possibility of rising, nothing matters, nothing can torture him anymore.

He closed his eyes in despair, thinking that living like this would be better than dying.

The thought of dying stopped everything, made his brain as empty as this art gallery, made him sleep in nothingness.

"Dong dong dong! Dong dong dong!"

Shen Tinglan was awakened by a dense and violent sound.

He opened his eyes, and heard someone shouting to him through the door: "Mr. Shen! Mr. Shen! Are you inside? Open the door! Open the door!"

This urgent cry inspired his instinct to avoid danger. He opened the door, first felt a gust of hot wind rushing into the office, and then saw the bodyguard's dark face.

"It's on fire, come with me!"

Shen Tinglan was startled, but retreated into the room: "I want to get something!"

The bodyguard thought that what he was carrying must be an important item, so he looked around first, and while he was carrying the things, he rushed to the toilet, wet his coat and two hand towels with the shower head, and then put the towel on his head. Put it on, and stuff the other into his hand: "Cover your mouth, let's go!"

The fire on the first floor was already extinguished, and thick smoke billowed everywhere. Fortunately, the pillars hadn't collapsed yet. The two lowered their heads and ran for a while, and quickly ran out of the gate.

There was a long and sharp sound in the distance, and the warning lights at the end of the long street emitted a bright red light.Shen Tinglan looked at the approaching fire truck in shock, only feeling that the towel in his hand was blown cold by the wind.

It wasn't until he saw the fire rushing towards the second floor, and the firefighters in the car came down to spread the fire hose and connect the fire hydrants, that he realized that he opened his eyes wide: "Piano...painting!"

A hand suddenly stretched out from the crowd and pulled him back a few steps: "Don't worry about that, life is important!"

Shen Tinglan turned around and took a closer look. It was one of the old people in the art museum. That person held him with one hand and gestured to him eagerly with the other: "I saw someone set the fire with my own eyes! It's just that lunatic!"

Shen Tinglan pieced together the whole story of the incident bit by bit amidst the other party's confusing narration and the bodyguard's intervention.

It turned out that the employee saw that he was in poor spirits during the day, and felt uneasy and unable to fall asleep after returning from get off work, so he called him.Unexpectedly, he was in a deep sleep and didn't hear it at all. The other party thought that something happened to him, so they drove over quickly, but they didn't expect to see the "mental patient" slipping out of the hall a few days ago.

She knew that someone must have bailed out the mentally ill person to cause trouble, and she was startled, because she was alone and unarmed, she didn't dare to go forward rashly, so she had to call the police first, and after a while, she dared to go forward, only to find There was a fire, and the firefighters were called.

At this time, the bodyguard also rushed into the fire scene, knocked on the door again and again upstairs, and woke up Shen Tinglan in time to rescue him.

After more than ten minutes, all the fires in the hall were finally extinguished.

Shen Tinglan immediately rushed back into the museum like flying, and rushed to the showroom regardless of obstacles.

The showroom is located on a high floor and has not been affected. The combination lock and pupil recognition are still effective, and there is no theft inside——the real murderer behind the scenes doesn’t care about money, and just wants to destroy everything.

After locking the showroom again, Shen Tinglan rushed to the office.

The office is on the third floor, and the fire-resistant paint on the entire floor has not been burned. However, the wooden door and door lock have been deformed by heat, blocking the way.Shen Tinglan stood at the door and kicked it twice but failed to open it. In the end, the fireman took a tool to push it open for him. After pushing it, he muttered: "Didn't you escape from this room? Why are you still closing it?" Door?"

Shen Tinglan ignored him, and almost rushed into the room directly, onto the piano in the corner of the room, turned on the flashlight on the mobile phone to take a picture inch by inch, and took a long while before sitting back on the piano bench, gasping for breath.

He is afraid.

Although he thought about death before, but he is only 20 years old, how can he have no nostalgia for life, but after being hit continuously, he has no motivation to work hard.When the shadow of death really shrouded his head and passed him by, he was still glad that he was alive, that someone woke him up, that someone called the fire alarm for him in time, and that he usually took into account that there were many important documents and pianos in the office. It has become a habit to close the door casually.

Because the fire almost caused personal injury, the police paid more attention to it, so they temporarily blocked the art gallery and sent a police officer to accompany Shen Tinglan.

The brigade withdrew, and Shen Tinglan was left with only one bodyguard and one employee.

The three looked at each other in silence for a while, and finally the bodyguard spoke first: "According to the agreement, our employment relationship will be terminated at noon tomorrow."

"I remember." Shen Tinglan nodded and stood up, "Before that, I have to work hard for you to follow closely."

Of course, the rest of his life after the catastrophe needs to rest for a while, but Shen Tinglan doesn't have that time. The police's protection is only temporary. After a few days when the situation calms down and he leaves, he will still be in danger. So before that, he must put everything he still has. Things that retain meaning are properly placed, including himself.

Just like before, he directed the door-to-door workers to evacuate the art gallery bit by bit.

He is very familiar with this process, so familiar that he can hardly express a word.

Only when he finally dealt with the Steinway piano, he slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, and after a few patiences, he still shed tears in front of others.

This piano is not only a gift he wants to give Wei Li, but also entrusts the very few days when he and Wei Li are connected.

And Wei Li is not only someone he loved deeply, but also a witness of his carefree time.

Although during that time he was always lonely and made no achievements, but every day was a brilliant sunny day for him, and the background was always bright.

He never thought that those sunny days were actually just like the pictures, they were man-made beautiful scenes, and behind the pictures were endless nights, full of malice.Only because the person he loves is by his side, he thinks everything is so good, so good that he pays no attention to the peeling corner of the picture scroll, so good that he thinks everything can last forever.

Raising his hand, he stroked the keys gently, and played a bright note.

At the end of the song, people are not scattered.

But when he reached this point, he couldn't go any further.Good things will only go to destruction if they follow him, so let's give it to Wei Li. Anyway, this piano belongs to Wei Li in the first place, so he can be regarded as returning it to its original owner.

After disposing of the belongings, disposing of the house, and dealing with the salary distribution of the employees, Shen Tinglan dragged his suitcase and got on the bus. The destination was a certain foreign consulate on the other side of the city, where he had a newly rented house.

The reason why he settled there was because he always remembered that Wei Li said that the security would be better there.

Moreover, the location is remote, and while housing prices are cheap, it is not easy to meet acquaintances—the latter is the most important thing. Experience tells him that what he needs most now is to live in a completely strange place. No one knows his ups and downs. In this way, discrimination and oppression will be far away from him.

The packed boxes almost filled Shen Tinglan's entire new home.

The new home is too small, even smaller than his office if the balcony is not counted, but since there is no one around him, it is better to be smaller, the big house will only be so empty that people can't sleep.

Shen Tinglan checked his remaining money, it was enough to pay three months' rent and two months' food, and he didn't think it was too bad.He thought that he was a college student anyway, and it would not be difficult to find a job to support himself within two months.

But three days later, he discovered a problem.

For college students who have not graduated, their education can only be regarded as high school, and they are not even eligible for college jobs.

[The author has something to say: Xiao Shen is about to hit the bottom soon, and after hitting the bottom, it will be sweet to rebound! 】