Chapter 249 Madman
Tretyakov Museum of Fine Arts.
It's not Monday, so it's open time. Boss Luo, who feels fresh about every building in the city, naturally did not miss this famous art museum.
After taking a frontal photo here and sending it to Deputy Editor Ren's mobile phone, today's task is considered complete - report the whereabouts at least once a day to prove that it is good. This is Boss Luo's travel that can just go. the minimum conditions.
"When you come to Tretyakov, you have to take a look at the "Unknown Girl"." Youye said beside Luo Qiu.
Luo Qiu, who was looking at the art museum brochure, nodded and said: "It's one of the top ten famous paintings in the world, so I'm curious."
Except for closing days, the Tretyakov Art Museum receives many visitors every day. Among the crowd, the owner of the club and the maid simply passed the security check and walked into the old building of the Tretyakov Art Museum.
Boss Luo, who always went straight to the goal after having a goal, didn't care much about the scenery on the road and didn't stop in front of any of the famous paintings.
Looking directly at the woman depicted on the "Unknown Girl" in the key area of the exhibition hall, Luo Qiu has a different way of appreciating it than ordinary people - he can feel the mood of the painter.
"Many people believe that the woman painted on Unknown Girl is the protagonist in Tolstoy's work "Anna Karenina", but after all, this is something that ordinary people cannot find out. So some people I think this should be an unknown actor - it seems that only the author himself knows who she is."
Luo Qiu listened to You Ye's explanation - it was much better than the commentator in this exhibition area... Luo Qiu was referring to the sound.
Of course, these can actually be heard from the narrator's mouth - but the next words may not be what the narrator can say.
"But actually, the woman in this portrait..."
"He loves this woman."
Suddenly, Youye's words were interrupted - it was a tourist from the same batch, standing behind them.
He has soft wavy hair, a narrow and high nose, thin lips, and a lush beard - at first glance, he looks like a middle-aged man.
But to Luo Qiu and Youye, who are more sensitive to vitality, this man is actually quite young, probably no more than thirty years old.
Luo Qiu didn't feel displeased at being spoken to suddenly. He just looked at this typical Russian young man curiously and asked interestingly: "How do you know that the painter loves his model? It seems that there is also such a saying that this girl is a figment of the painter's imagination. ”
This hairy young man's eyes were fixed on this painting - the focus of his sight, and even his whole thoughts, seemed not to be around here. Even if he can respond to the questions around him, even if he knows who is around him, it feels like he is the only one standing in front of this painting.
This is a very rare concentration.
He said: "I can feel it."
The young man suddenly closed his eyes. His left hand is spread out in front of him, his thumb is slightly clasped, and his right hand is also raised at the same time, as if his fingers are grasping something - this is a painting posture.
He seemed to be saying to himself, rather than in response to anyone else's question, "I can feel it. Every stroke, every painting. When I write, when I hesitate... it's so strong and so touching. .”
It seemed that he was doing this not just to speak more convincingly - his right hand was slowly moving in the air.
It's not like he's painting... but he's simply painting, painting in his heart.
But he seemed to be so focused that he didn't feel anything outside him. At this time, his body was being held up by two guards of the art museum, one on the left and one on the right, pointing outwards. Drag out.
The young man didn't resist at all. He still had his eyes closed, and he was still painting something with the non-existent palette and brush in his hand.
"I'm sorry, sir, madam, did this guy just disturb you?"
A man who looked like an art museum employee came to Luo Qiu and Youye and asked politely.
Luo Qiu asked softly: "Should he disturb others?"
The staff was stunned... It's rare to see such an answer?
"No, no. This guy usually doesn't bother anyone, he just bothers us." The staff member shook his head and said helplessly.
Looking at the confused look on the face of the oriental man in front of him, the staff member said simply: "He was originally an employee of the art museum, but he was fired because he made some mistakes. But this guy still manages to sneak in every time... ...Oh, sir, you should know that as long as you come in through the normal way and buy a ticket, we welcome him. But he came in secretly, so... you should understand that he behaves like a madman. .”
"You're busy." Luo Qiu nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
The staff member smiled and said: "Sir, you speak Russian very well..."
He wanted to praise him, but the current guest with an oriental face didn't seem to be listening at all. Instead, he turned around and looked at the famous painting collected here.
Concentrated... Just like the guy who was dragged out just now, the staff had a feeling that nothing could shake the guest's concentration at this time.
Damn it.
He suddenly felt a strange chill, his whole body shivered inexplicably, he lowered his head and left quickly.
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Is it the third day?
A very strong smell of alcohol can be smelled in Oleg's home, which is even like the rancid smell of his soul mixed with it.
Because his whole person did look rancid.
It's just Nikita's most intuitive feeling.
Nikita, wearing brand-new clothes, suddenly remembered her brother Oleg who had always taken good care of her. She originally planned to treat this brother to a good meal today, but...
"Oleg! What happened to you?" Nikita walked up to Oleg and looked at the drunken man with a frown, "I went to the company, and the boss said that you haven't been to work for three days. You are Drinking here?”
The drunken Oleg opened his eyes to a line and burped, as if he recognized Nikita.
He used both hands to push his body up from the sofa - but he failed to push himself up, and fell down again.
Nikita quickly bent down to help Oleg up, but Oleg was groping with his hands on the table at this time, and the beer bottles were swept down one by one by his hands, "Give me some vodka."
"Damn it!" Nikita cursed, "You are not the Oleg I know! You shouldn't be like this! What happened to you?"
Oleg suddenly stopped.
He slapped his forehead hard, as if this was the only way to wake himself up. Oleg's eyes were made larger, but they were bloodshot.
"You're right, I shouldn't be like this... I have to go find Anton Leer." Oleg took Nikita's arm, stood up with the help, and murmured to himself: "I want to Find him, find him... Where are my keys? Where are my keys?"
The voices became louder, more violent, and more angry. He was like a lion, "Where is my key!!"
Nikita swore that if Anton, who brought him wealth, was the strongest guy he had ever seen, then Oleg now was the guy with the most terrifying eyes he had ever seen.
"Brother, please tell me, what happened to Anton Leer?"
"He...he's gone and missing." Oleg hit his forehead hard. The alcohol gave him a splitting headache, but it couldn't compare with the pain in his heart. "Three days, three days...what the hell did I do? What are you doing? I promised Kamala to take good care of our children...What did I do?”
Nikita looked at Oleg's appearance at this time, and for a while, his originally very happy mood seemed to become less happy.
Suddenly someone broke in.
Five tough men. (End of chapter)