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A cold rainy night.

I stood in the wind and rain.

The cold raindrops flowed down my neck and into my clothes.

I feel lonely and confused.

"My love, are you really going to leave me?"

A sound colder than rain penetrated my ears.

I shuddered.

Turn around suddenly.

The woman wearing a bright red wedding dress was standing behind me.

L.

Rain dripped down the edge of the umbrella.

"My love, do you really want to leave me?"

Pale chin.

Bright red lips.

The edge of the umbrella slowly rises.

The woman's face is about to come into view.

I suddenly felt an indescribable fear

In a blink of an eye.

I returned to reality.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

My heart was pounding.

I stared at the painting in amazement.

In the blink of an eye, I felt like I was physically present in the scene in the painting.

The feeling was so real.

To use a popular saying, it is an immersive experience.

And at this moment.

The bride in the painting has the corners of her mouth turned up, as if she is smiling.

It didn't seem like this before, right?

I'm not sure.

Look around.

There was silence in the gallery.

Except for the two staff members, all visitors' eyes were tightly attracted to the bride in the painting.

Someone looked sad.

Some people looked frightened.

There are also people with complicated expressions. It seems like they are hating?

"Teacher Gao, what did you see?" I touched Gao Wenyuan with my elbow.

Gao Wenyuan came back to his senses from the painting.

"I saw a bride waiting for her lover."

Gao Wenyuan's eyes were a little sad, and he sighed with emotion.

"I suddenly thought of Aunt Mei, who has been protecting the teacher for most of her life. Now the teacher still uses her as a nanny. I don't know if it's worth it."

"What do you think of Aunt Mei when you look at this painting?" I asked thoughtfully, "Is it because you have just experienced this incident recently and you are particularly touched by it?"

"Maybe, what about you, Boss Li, what did you see?" Gao Wenyuan looked at me with interest.

"Actually, it's almost the same. It's just that this painting gave me an immersive feeling. It seemed like I was standing in the rain and could hear the bride's voice."

"Really?" Gao Wenyuan was surprised. "Although this painting can give me some feelings, I have never heard any sound. What does that feel like?"

"It's not good." I was speechless. "Sometimes it's a good thing that you can't hear or see."

"It's such a shame, I've heard other people say that they can see and hear things that I've never been able to experience."

Gao Wenyuan looked regretful.

"Maybe my artistic talent is still too little."

"This has nothing to do with art." I narrowed my eyes.

The eye of heaven opens.

In my eyes, this painting is full of darkness and is naturally not a good thing.

"What does that have to do with? Personal realm."

Before Gao Wenyuan finished speaking, his eyes suddenly opened wide.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"

A woman's sad cries could be heard beside her.

"Ah! I finally heard it!" Gao Wenyuan shouted happily.

Everyone in the room turned to look at him.

The look was a bit contemptuous.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the cry did not come from the painting, but from a woman in the gallery.

Judging from his outfit, he is still a student.

Plush jacket, long skirt, short boots, and an off-white beret.

He is petite and slender, with a pure and pleasant face.

He's that weak little white rabbit type.

At this time, crystal tears were pouring out of a pair of innocent eyes.

"What's wrong? Xiaoying, why are you crying so sadly?"

Next to her was probably her classmate, a very neat girl with short hair, jeans, and a black baseball jacket.

He was holding the little white rabbit and asked softly with concern.

"I don't know either. I just feel so sad when I look at this painting and I can't stop crying."

It took a while for the girl named Xiaoying to recover from her sadness. She took the tissue from the short-haired girl and wiped away her tears.

"Silly girl, it's just a painting. You shouldn't be so sad." The short-haired girl scolded.

"I feel like the person in the painting is just like me. How could I have such a strange idea?"

Xiaoying looked around and her face turned red.

"Dan Ling, am I making a joke again?"

"It's indeed an exaggeration, but you've always been so sentimental. I'm used to it anyway." The girl named Dan Ling stuck out her tongue in a funny way.

It made Xiaoying burst into laughter.

"Well, I was sorry just now." Gao Wenyuan scratched his head and apologized to the other party with a red face.

"I didn't know it was you who was crying. I thought I was enlightened and could finally understand something from the painting."

"It's okay, it's just me." Xiaoying smiled shyly at him.

His face turned redder and he stammered when he spoke.

"Look, you look like you are still students. You actually received an invitation letter from the July Gallery. That means you must be very good at painting!"

"Well, we are from Dongzhou Academy of Fine Arts. We didn't expect to receive the invitation letter. We really feel very lucky." Xiaoying was very embarrassed.

"College of Fine Arts? What a coincidence. I actually graduated there as well. Do you know Teacher Gao Jiren?"

"Of course I know Professor Gao. He has taught us a few classes. Unfortunately, Professor Gao seems to have taken sick leave and has not come to school for a long time."

"I am also a student of Professor Gao"

Dan Ling was dubious: "Is it such a coincidence? What is your name, and which class are you in?"

"My name is Gao Wenyuan, yes"

Gao Wenyuan actually struck up a conversation with the two girls and started talking.

I looked at him twice and didn't bother him.

I can't bear the responsibility if it delays his life-long event.

The gallery was no longer quiet.

The visitors gathered around the bride in the rain and chatted in low voices.

I intentionally wandered around the crowd to hear what they saw.

I don’t know how many people besides me felt like I was there.

"This is the second time I've seen this painting, and my feeling is very different from the last time. What I saw last time was hate, but this time it's love."

"These are obviously two opposite emotions, but they can be reflected in one painting!"

"I don't see either of the two things you mentioned. What I see is the sadness of human nature."

"Look carefully at the bride's body movements, which reveal helplessness and despair."

“I don’t think this is a normal wedding at all;

"Don't some backward places have that bad habit? In times of disaster, they would choose a beautiful woman to marry the gods, thinking that they would be blessed by the gods and have a good harvest in the coming year."

"Oh, how ignorant!"

"Master Qiyue's intention must be to expose the ugliness of human nature and the darkness of society. The bride also represents a vulnerable group."

These people talk nonsense and talk about unrealistic things.

"But how come I see the bride smiling?"

Finally someone had a different opinion.

I took a special look at that person.

He is a man in his thirties, of average height and average appearance, and his clothes are ordinary.

It's the kind that can't be found if thrown into a crowd.

"laugh?"

Others looked at the paintings on the wall one after another.

"When he said that, he seemed to be really smiling."

"But there are many kinds of smiles, which don't necessarily mean happiness, such as desperate smiles and bitter smiles. I think this bride"

"No!" The ordinary-looking man shook his head.

"I even think that the woman in the painting is not necessarily the bride!"