It is said that falling in love can help escape

Tang Yu said, "Go to the painting room."

"Studio?" Hualuo raised her eyebrows in doubt, why didn't she know there was such a place?

Shen Yizhou also looked at Tang Yu.

In fact, Tang Yu only knew about such a place through speculation and conjecture. He dreamed about everything that happened to Lin Yu before he met the painter. In his dream, he naturally knew the topography of Guangu Village very well.

There is only one location related to painting in the entire Guangu Village.

There must be clues there.

Tang Yu led them around, and came to a small alley. This small alley is very hidden, and the entrance is narrow, so it is easy to be ignored.

In the process of finding the way, he briefly told the two of them about his dream and everything about Lin Yu.

As a girl, Hualuo was very indignant towards this kind of thing, and scolded Liu Shan and the old woman all the way after hearing it.

After arriving at the place, Shen Yizhou stepped forward and knocked on the door.

This is an extremely quaint house, and the outside of the building is covered with green vines. The doors and windows all look like the decoration style of the last century.

A plaque was hung outside the door, with four big characters written on it: meeting friends with paintings.

After a while, the owner of the house came and opened the door. It was a very kind-looking woman, about 40 years old, who poked her head out to see them. She smiled first and said softly, "Hello, May I ask what's the matter with you?"

Shen Yizhou said: "We are here to visit the works."

Naturally, there are many paintings in the studio. Since they don't know how to paint, they can only come in under the name of visiting.

"There's another batch of visitors," the woman smiled, her smile was very warm and bright, she stepped aside and opened the door, "Then please come in."

The three of them entered the door, only to see that there was a huge space inside, the floor was full of messy gouache paints and brushes, colorful, and many paintings were hung on the inner side. This room has a back door, which leads to a long corridor. There is a gentle breeze, and the atmosphere is peaceful and quiet.

"My name is Xu Rou, the owner of this painting studio." The woman leaned against the wall and took out a cigarette to smoke. There are too few people who paint, and I really haven’t produced any famous paintings here, so there are very few people who come, you can visit as you like.”

Tang Yu wanted to take a good turn, but his physical strength didn't support him. He just felt dizzy at the moment and wanted to find a place to sit. He happened to catch a glimpse of a sofa next to him, so he went over and sat down, while the other two were Seriously study the paintings hanging on the walls.

"It's been so long since I opened a painting studio..." Tang Yu closed her eyes, "Then, are you from Guangu Village?"

Xu Rou was taken aback for a moment, and the action of sending cigarettes to her mouth stopped for a moment. She narrowed her eyes and said uncertainly, "What village are you talking about?"

Tang Yu thought she had a low voice and didn't speak clearly, so she opened her eyes and repeated loudly: "Guan Gu Village."

"What kind of village is Guangu Village?" Xu Rou said with a puzzled expression on her face, "We don't have Guangu Village in this place, our village is called Guancun."

Guancun?

But the old woman clearly said that the village is called Guan Gu Village... No, that's not right, Hua Luo told him just now that the old woman is a ghost, and ghosts can lie.

But is it necessary to lie on a village name?

This is too strange.

Tang Yu had difficulty concentrating and was dizzy for a while, but he decided to ignore the topic and asked again, "So you are from Guancun?"

Xu Rou nodded: "Yes, I grew up here, and now for some reason, I have to leave, I even have my luggage ready, and I'm ready to leave immediately. It's also a coincidence that you came half an hour late, I'm leaving."

Leaving for some reason must be someone else's private matter. Tang Yu didn't want to inquire about it, so she paused for a while before asking, "So, do you know Lin Yu?"

Even though he has a fever now, Tang Yu also keenly felt that when he said the word Lin Yu, the atmosphere was slightly dignified. When Xu Rou was chatting with him, he leaned against the wall relaxedly, but at the moment Slowly straightened up the body.

She lowered her head, stubbed out the cigarette in her hand, and said softly, "I know her, she is a very clever child."

"She's dead," Tang Yu forced himself to look at her, struggling to concentrate, "Do you know?"

Xu Rou said lightly: "I know."

After she finished this sentence, she stopped talking, and the two of them sat and stood silently.

After a while, Xu Rou also sat beside him, and asked, "Why do you art students come here suddenly?"

Tang Yu copied the background setting: "Come here to collect folk songs."

"Caifeng?" Xu Rou seemed to be puzzled, then she shook her head and snorted lightly, "This is not a good place, since Lin Yu and his family died, this village has gradually... "

She hesitated for a long time before she found a suitable adjective and said, "It's not normal. So I advise you to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible."

Tang Yu immediately asked: "Why? What is abnormal? Could it be related to Lin Yu?"

Xu Rou didn't answer, just shook her head with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, I can't protect myself now, so I can't reveal too much information."

Xu Rou had already shared a lot of news, Tang Yu expressed her understanding: "Thank you very much, everything you said is very useful."

Xu Rou waved her hand, indicating that it was not a big deal. She stared at Tang Yu for a while, and suddenly said, "You really look like him."

Tang Yu: "Who?"

Xu Rou was about to speak, but Shen Yizhou's voice came over: "Sorry, Miss Xu, to interrupt you, do you know who painted this painting?"

Tang Yu heard the sound and looked over, and saw that Shen Yizhou was standing in front of a painting. The painting was very abstract and fuzzy. It was painted with gouache. It depicted a woman holding an umbrella. It's not finished yet, it's a blank slate.

But what people care about most in this painting is not the faceless woman, but the extremely bright background, the gentle Jiangnan beauty, standing gracefully holding an umbrella, it stands to reason that the background must be an ancient bridge The promenade, or the lonely alley in the misty rain, but the background of this painting is a mass of dazzling bright red, and the strokes are extremely scribbled. The large patches of red are disorderly, like dripping from a woman The shocking blood.

At first glance, it's creepy.