Survival Paradox [Infinite]

Wei Chi looked back.

I saw a black Mercedes-Benz SUV slowly parked across the street, and then a man came down from it, with silver hair and a tall and elegant posture.

It turned out to be Bai Yueguang.

Ji Jingzhe waved: "Old man! Here!"

Bai Yueguang smiled at them, stood on the side of the street, looked left and right gracefully, and then walked over.

Standing at the door, Shuoshu also heard the movement here, turned around and was surprised: "Professor Bai?"

Bai Yueguang also nodded at him: "What a coincidence, you're here too."

While talking, he had already walked in front of Wei Chi and Ji Jingzhe, Wei Chi greeted him, and then asked: "Are you here..."

Bai Yueguang glanced at Ji Jingzhe, then took out two tickets from his inner chest pocket with his backhand: "Aren't you here to give tickets to this little bastard?"

Wei Chi took a look and saw that it was two tickets to the art exhibition.

Just as he was about to say how embarrassing it was, Ji Jingzhe interrupted with a smile: "Old man, we already have a ticket, you just need to give one away."

Bai Yueguang blew his beard and stared at him, and thumped his fists: "And me! And me! And your teacher! Am I only worthy to give you tickets? Can't your teacher appreciate art? This is René Fauer Rançois-Guillain Magritte!"

Ji Jingzhe begged for mercy: "I'm sorry I was wrong, teacher, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts—"

Wei Chi watched from the sidelines, admiring Ji Jingzhe's ability to hate people, no matter how refined an old man is, he can drive him crazy, I really miss the little angel five years ago.

Several people checked the tickets and walked into the art gallery together.

After passing through a narrow and dark corridor, everyone entered the interior of the art gallery.

Facing it is a huge eye.

Yuan Qi exclaimed in front of him: "Oh! "False Mirror"!"

A human eye occupies the entire frame, the lens reflects the blue sky and white clouds, and a dark pupil is suspended in the center of the frame.

Wei Chi's heart skipped a beat.

He felt that black pupil was like a black hole.

He, a person who hadn't practiced art appreciation ability in the past 25 years, was struck by that black hole as if possessed for a moment, and a big hole seemed to be opened in the bottom of his heart, and his soul flowed out from there, and was swallowed by the black hole. .

"It's too late."

Ji Jingzhe held his hand and shook it.

Ji Jingzhe's hands were generous and warm, and he came back to his senses.

Ji Jingzhe stuck close to his ear, and explained in a warm voice: "This "False Mirror" is one of Magritte's masterpieces. Different schools of interpretation have different opinions. The mainstream believes that what the painter wants to express is: what the eyes see Things are only phantoms, not nature itself, and the world has no 'reality' as seen."

Wei Chi took a breath, tried his best to clear the empty sense of fear in his heart, and then said, "It's very imposing."

This museum is small in size, but the curator is very good. He made reasonable use of all the space and divided the museum into several long strips of visitor flow lines. Each aisle is straight and long, with these Surrealist painting by a Belgian master artist.

There is only one streamline for the tour, from the beginning to the end, as if following these paintings through Magritte's life.

The hall was very quiet, everyone was talking in low voices.

"Magritte was a Belgian born at the end of the 19th century. He experienced World War I and World War II completely. His father was a tailor and his mother was a milliner. He died of pancreatic cancer at the age of 69." Ji Jingzhe whispered to Wei Wei Late to explain.

Everyone looked at the paintings at different speeds, the group had gradually separated, Yuan Qi and Shuo Shu came to the front, and Bai Yueguang was a little behind.

"He started to learn painting at the age of 10, and his mother committed suicide by throwing herself into a river at the age of 14. The reason is unknown. Some people analyzed that the death of his mother had greatly stimulated Magritte and had a profound impact on his creation. When his mother was salvaged, he was killed. The face covered by the hair became an unforgettable memory for him, and in his later life, he painted figures with covered faces many times."

At this time, they stopped in front of a painting called "Son of Man". In the picture, a man in a suit and leather shoes stood stiffly in front of the hazy sky and the sea, with a green apple hanging out of nowhere in front of his face. The face was tightly blocked, only a little bit of the corner of the eye was exposed.

They have also seen paintings with doves and grapes covering their faces before.

"This series of paintings is called "Lover". The artist himself did not comment. The mainstream analysis believes that this is still the influence of his mother."

On the screen, a man and a woman are embracing and kissing. The two are dressed in expensive clothes. It can be seen that they are a pair of well-matched upper-class people, but their heads and faces are covered with white cloths, and not a single strand of hair is exposed.

Looking at the painting, Wei Chi felt something, and said, "Maybe it's to express 'a lover who can't be honest with each other'."

Ji Jingzhe paused, and seemed to turn his head to look at him, he felt Ji Jingzhe's face brushing against his hair.

"Well, but they still love each other." Ji Jingzhe said, "Some people also speculate that this is what his marriage brought him to think. The white pajamas they wore were said to look like shrouds. But even so, they couldn’t see each other’s eyes or touch each other’s skin, but they still wanted to get close to each other persistently. By the way, Magritte was A well-known wife-loving maniac.”

Ji Jingzhe's voice was low and thick, and she spoke in a deep voice, which made people feel itchy ears.No matter what you say with this voice, it is eloquent.

Wei Chi's empty heart gradually fell back to the ground, and the feeling of panic and discomfort was gradually dispelled.

He tilted his head slightly and leaned on Ji Jingzhe's shoulder.

Ji Jingzhe grabbed his waist and walked forward for a while, explaining while walking.

He said that he personally believed that his mother's death had a decisive impact on Magritte, and that the face at the time of death, covered by hair and pajamas, stayed in front of Magritte forever.So in his later creations, Magritte had a great fear of "faces" - he basically didn't paint complete faces.

He paints back figures, scattered facial features, and strange objects suspended in front of faces.He refuses to paint a full face.

"14 years old..." Wei Chi murmured.

Suddenly, he thought of Ji Jingzhe's parents who passed away when he was 15 years old, and Ji Jingzhe's ghost-like figure outside the funeral parlor. With a pain in his heart, he held Ji Jingzhe's hand even tighter.

Ji Jingzhe was quiet for a while.

The two walked through another corridor and turned a curve. Ji Jingzhe suddenly said, "Chichi, I really want to see this exhibition."

"Yeah." Wei Chi nodded, "If you don't watch it, you will regret it."

Ji Jingzhe: "I thought you might not be in the mood now."

Wei Chi's footsteps paused, and his hands twitched slightly.

Of course Ji Jingzhe felt it too.

"But I don't want you to go home alone." Ji Jingzhe said, "The matter of Yuan Qi is not your fault."

Wei Chi's eyes turned hot, and he really wanted to blurt out and ask: Whose fault is that?

Coming out of the "World of Science and Technology Museum" and discovering Yuan Qi's "death", Wei Chi's emotions have not fluctuated at all, and he has remained calm, restrained, and strategized.

Is this really the case?

Is it really possible to be so indifferent?

Six bullets, six people, but he gave a chance of survival to a kid who had never met before.

He didn't say anything, but Ji Jingzhe seemed to see through him: "If you insist on holding the blame, we are all at fault: you saved another child without knowing that there were only six bullets; A gun; I didn't catch up with him and committed suicide; he shot himself in the head... Even Wei Yuan and Gao Qiusuo, they also took Yuan Qi's chance to escape."

Ji Jingzhe turned around and turned in front of Wei Chi, facing him, and grabbed his other hand.

That hand was tightly clenched, the grip was pale and slightly convulsed, and Wei Chi could hardly feel its existence.

Ji Jingzhe stretched his hand with gentle but undeniable force.

A piece of paper folded into squares was lying in his palm, and the corners were already fuzzy with sweat.

Ji Jingzhe opened the paper.

The chubby two-headed villain is awkwardly posing as a hero, with a naive smile.

The bubble next to it reads: "Hey! No matter who you are, tell Brother Chi everything you know, or I will make you look good!"

Yuan Qi's personality is weak and he has no temper at all, but his handwriting is surprisingly beautiful, with every stroke written in a stroke of iron and silver hook, with a strong character.

Wei Chi kept holding the paper in his hands.

Ji Jingzhe sighed, and pushed him into his arms: "Wei Chi, at least you don't want to disappoint Yuan Qi's determination."

Wei Chi was silent for a while, and finally buried herself on Ji Jingzhe's shoulder, shedding tears.

But the current Yuan Qi is far from the "architect" they think of.

Not sure what went wrong, but maybe... his sacrifice was pointless.

This is, the saddest, saddest thing.

Ji Jingzhe raised one hand to press the back of his head, and said softly: "It's okay, no matter what happens, I will be by your side."

Wei Chi cried for a while, then raised his head, his eyes and nose were red.

He was a little embarrassed, and turned his head to look forward in order to cover up.

The entire art gallery is designed to go through like a bowel, and now they have reached the last corner, and the sign on the side reads: The visit is over, please take your belongings and leave in an orderly manner.

They came to the end and should theoretically be out right away.

Shuo Shu and Yuan Qi walked in front of them, and they must have fallen further behind after talking there for so long just now.But Shuo Shu stood at the last corner, motionless.

Wei Chi raised his head and met Shang Shuo Shu's shocked eyes.

Wei Chi's heart sank, and cold sweat suddenly broke out.

Ji Jingzhe held his hand again, and asked Shuo Shu: "What's wrong?"

Standing at the corner, Shuo Shu could see two corridors at the same time. He glanced at Wei Chi and Ji Jingzhe, and then looked away at the other corridor, with a distorted expression: "Yuan Qi is gone..."

Wei Chi quickened his pace, pulled Ji Jingzhe around the last corner, and his whole body went numb.

Where the exit should have been—

Face is a pair of eyes!

It is the "False Mirror" at the entrance!