She is a princess
Two people were standing under the blue road sign.
A middle-aged man lowered his head and said something to the girl, saliva flying everywhere, and his gestures became very rapid. It was obvious that he was angry.
From a distance, one could only see the girl with her head lowered, her soft hair hanging on her cheeks, and her expression could not be seen clearly.
Jiang Qing: "Is it the girl from the police station last time?"
A group of people looked over.
"It's her." Lin Nanyan said affirmatively.
Ye Meiyan turned around and saw the two people talking on the side of the road. She glanced at them and then looked away: "That girl is being scolded."
She asked Jiang Qing: "Do you know him?"
Jiang Qing was struggling: "Not really knowing each other, just meeting him once."
Ye Meiyan didn't ask any further questions. She tilted her head and asked, "Do you want to go over and say hello?"
Hearing this, Jiang Qing quickly shook her head. She was still hesitant at first, but after Mei Yan asked her this, she immediately came to her senses.
If she goes over to someone who is being scolded, it might be awkward for both of them.
Besides, what if that man is the girl’s father? She’d better pretend not to see it.
Chen Heng glanced in that direction twice before nonchalantly looking away. He calmly diverted Jiang Qing's attention, "Here are the tickets."
At the other end of the corridor, Song Shuang ran over with rosy cheeks, his face filled with excitement and unconcealable joy.
"Look, Jiang Jiang, what did I bring?"
"Dangdang," Jiang Qing said, her other hand, which was behind her back, stretched out impatiently, "It's glasses."
Jiang Qing looked at the pile of glasses hanging on Song Shuang's arm and couldn't help wondering, "What are they used for?"
"I heard that there are many high-tech works in today's art exhibition. If you look at them with these glasses, you can see different effects."
As Song Shuang spoke, he took off glasses of various shapes from his arm, distributed them one by one, and stuffed them into the hands of his friends one by one.
"There were a lot of people scrambling to get them. Luckily, I was quick-witted and asked for help from my seniors, so I was able to get ahead and grab so many."
Jiang Qing, standing by, put on her glasses first. Her vision remained clear, with no change, and she didn't feel any foreign body sensation. Satisfied, she asked, "How is it?"
Song Shuang: "It looks great! It's so beautiful."
Jiang Qing smiled brightly. Turning around, she saw a group of people behind her, all of whom, except Wang Huaqing, were holding their hands and not moving. Puzzled, she urged, "Why aren't you wearing them?"
Song Shuang wore a pair of oversized glasses on her face. To prevent them from slipping, she propped up the frames with her fingertips. Immersed in the atmosphere of playing the detective, she spoke slowly and agreed deeply: "Yeah, why not wear them?"
The group of people behind him looked at the things in their hands: ...
Lin Nanyan looked at the pair of glasses with devil horns in his hand, and despite the urging gazes of the two girls, he gritted his teeth and slowly raised his hands to cover his eyes.
The red horns and black frames make it look particularly exaggerated.
He turned around and saw Chen Heng wearing a pair of Piranha glasses. The cute cartoon strokes were round and lovely, with bright colors, which was a different style of painting.
The two of them accidentally made eye contact, then separated their eyes tacitly at the same time, their eye muscles trembling faintly under the lenses.
Jiang Qing looked at Ye Meiyan with an impatient look in her eyes.
Ye Meiyan was speechless, but finally chose to go along with the group and put on Princess Elsa's glasses with her eyes closed.
She said calmly, "I just wonder if we're attracting too much attention."
Indeed, the people around them looked at them as if they were observing some new species.
Song Shuang didn't care at all and was very proud: "That's because they didn't get it, so they envy us."
"Ignore them, let's go, let's go in," she said proudly, holding Jiang Qing's hand as the vanguard. Even after they were far away, she didn't forget to quietly take credit for it with her bestie, "I grabbed the only pair of glasses with wings just for you. What do you think? I'm very considerate, right?"
Hearing this, Jiang Qing gave a thumbs up and was very surprised: "Oh my God, how come I have such a good friend like you? I am so lucky."
The exaggerated and artificial voice gives Song Shuang enough emotional value.
Song Shuang raised her chin proudly, and caught a glimpse of Ye Meiyan's figure out of the corner of her eye. She hummed inwardly with complacency. Sure enough, she was Jiang Qing's best friend.
No one can surpass her.
A group of people lined up and entered the gallery like primary school students on a spring outing, creating a beautiful landscape.
But soon after they entered, they discovered that it wasn't that no one wore glasses, but that they were all children. Only their group stood out.
"Princess Elsa!"
A little girl ran over and shouted in surprise.
Ye Meiyan dug her toes into the ground, her eyes twitching as she squatted down and lowered her voice, "Do you want it? I'll give it to you."
She took off her glasses and handed them to the little girl.
"Really?" She loved being a princess the most, but her father didn't help her get the most beautiful princess glasses.
Now the beautiful sister is going to give it to her, she is so happy.
But looking at the large glasses handed to her, her tone dropped: "But... they are too big."
The beautiful sister is wearing the older sister style, which she cannot wear.
"It's okay, this is a gift from your sister, you can take it back and keep it." Ye Meiyan touched her little bun very gently.
The little girl's eyes lit up instantly. She looked behind her and didn't turn her head until she saw her mother nod, then she reached out to take her glasses.
"Thank you, beautiful sister!"
Watching the little girl running away, Ye Meiyan stood up, breathed a sigh of relief calmly, and smiled.
"Don't thank me, we are on the same team and we won't leave you behind." Song Shuang smiled proudly.
Ye Meiyan looked at the new glasses that Song Shuang had taken out from somewhere, the new White Snake series, with a fat little white snake wrapped around it, and her smile froze on her face.
Song Shuang: "I've learned my lesson this time. I'll be prepared for any eventuality. Hahaha."
Ye Meiyan reached out and put it on with an expressionless face.
The three girls walked hand in hand into the gallery. Jiang Yuanyizhong's artwork was in the exhibition hall in the southeast corner of the gallery. There was a sign at the door with blue font marking it.
"Xiao Shuang, do you know where the works of those seniors who received the art academy certificates are displayed?"
Jiang Qing saw many paintings along the way. However, she didn't have any special research in painting. She could only intuitively perceive the works from the perspective of the connection between photography and painting, such as composition, light and shadow, and color.
Some she can understand and think is beautiful, while others are more abstract, which she does not understand but respects.
"This way, follow me." Song Shuang had of course done her homework early, and she led everyone inside.
"Look, this one, the third one on the right, the second one at the corner, and the one at the bottom, all of them are."
Jiang Qing looked at them in order. The first painting was of a cat catching a butterfly. It was an abstract painting and the shape could barely be made out, but the colors were used very boldly, and it was obvious that the artist was good at playing with colors.
The second painting is of a blue sea in a realistic style, as if copied from a photograph. The surging waves of the sea are painted vividly, with superb technique and beautiful composition.
The next two paintings, one is a moth under a lamp, and the other is a saint crying. Although the subjects described are different, the colors used are both orange-yellow, ultimately presenting two completely different styles.
Jiang Qing glanced at several paintings and couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. There was no style of painting here that she fell in love with at first sight.
She personally prefers a light and bright style of painting, or one that is bizarre and unique enough to catch the eye. She doesn't know how to paint and relies entirely on her feelings.
Song Shuang: "There are a few more paintings inside, we can go there and take a look."
Jiang Qing originally planned to follow in, but after taking a few steps, she suddenly stopped.
Looking from the side, something flashed by, and she caught the difference.
She turned in another direction and stood in the painting of the moth under the lamp, examining it carefully.
Lin Nanyan followed her and looked up at the extremely simple framed painting in front of him.
In the pitch-black night, a dim street lamp was half-lit, with a few fallen moths hovering above it.
He asked, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Qing was stunned.
"What do you see in this painting?"
Lin Nanyan looked up and looked carefully: "The lamp and the moth."
Chen Heng walked over: "To live and to die."
Ye Meiyan concentrated: "Beauty and imperfection."
Hearing this, Lin Nanyan silently turned his head to look at the two people next to him. After staring at them for a few seconds, he turned back as if nothing had happened.
"It's a moth that was eaten." Jiang Qing didn't care, she suddenly spoke out.
"You see, the shape outlined on the upper part of its wings is not that of a moth, but—"
She murmured, "Butterfly, this is a moth eaten by a butterfly."
Beneath the seemingly warm atmosphere are shocking brushstrokes. The originally warm and quiet night in the painting suddenly becomes terrifying, silent, huge, and bottomless, as if it wants to devour someone.
Under the only light, the moth flew towards the flame, but was swallowed by seven butterflies in the middle of the journey and transformed into an unknown ugly and hideous monster.
So, its life is about to end.
Like a river that never stops flowing and never turns back.
The ticking sound of the clock suddenly rang in Jiang Qing's mind, urging her to go faster and faster.
"Jiang Qing!"
She suddenly came back to her senses, recovered from the sticky, tight, suffocating feeling, and looked at Song Shuang across the bustling crowd.
Song Shuang was originally very excited to lead Jiang Jiang to the front. She was introducing everything in front with saliva flying, but after talking for a long time she realized that there was no movement behind her.
"Jiang Jiang, why don't you say..."
She turned around in confusion and found that only Wang Huaqiang was left by her side.
Wang Huacheng looked at Song Shuang and pointed behind him honestly: "They are looking at paintings over there."
Song Shuang turned his head and saw four conspicuous people standing not far away, huddled together and looking up at the painting. They had different postures and were frozen there, like some kind of performance art.
"Jiang Jiang!" She called Jiang Qing.
The girl didn't hear anything and just stood there blankly. Instead, the remaining three people turned to look at her.
"Jiang Qing!" she shouted again.
This time Jiang Jiang finally turned to look at her. She waved hard, "Come here quickly."
"What are you looking at over there? I called you several times but you ignored me." Song Shuang asked curiously.
"Look at this very special painting." Jiang Qing walked over.
"Oh," Song Shuang lost interest instantly after receiving the response. She had also been looking at the paintings all the way here. Sorry, she couldn't understand the paintings.
"We went inside and there was an introduction to our school. I even saw some of my classmates, although it was only a fleeting shot."
"Really? Where is it? Let me take a look." Jiang Qing immediately put aside her previous feelings, not wanting to be affected by artistic emotions and her current mood.
Soon after, several people gathered together and counted heads.
"Look, our old class teacher is all messed up."
"Who's that?"
"It's definitely Wang Dongduan. I recognized him the moment he looked up at me."
"It seems a bit similar. Hey, is this you?"
"no."
"That's you, hahahaha, the film is so funny."
"The one next to me is me, I recognized her."
The group walked around the entire gallery before slowly strolling back.
Song Shuang was still not satisfied: "The person who painted that clown portrait is definitely a talent. It has a kind of crazy beauty."
Jiang Qing deeply agreed. The brushstrokes were twisted and looked shaky. The painter who could convey this feeling must be a master, and his mental state was obviously quite stable.
A group of them walked out of the art gallery in a large procession, chattering.
The sky is vast, the trees are green, the birds are singing, and the streets are full of cars. It seems that everything is peaceful and good.
Jiang Qing thought today would be a perfect day if they hadn't encountered an accident as soon as they turned the corner.
"What are you doing?!"
Her eyes instantly became sharp, and she rushed forward, taking the lead with great momentum.
As she ran, she didn't notice that the wind behind her had died down and the leaves had stopped swaying;
The bird's posture of flying down from a high altitude is suspended in mid-air;
The sound of vehicle horns disappeared completely in an instant;
Glasses with wings will not fall to the ground if they fall to the ground.
Time froze, and Jiang Qing only felt a vague sound coming from her ears. With the beating of her heart, the sound became clearer and clearer, and there was a strange sense of familiarity.
It was like she had stepped into another time and space, trapped like a quagmire, unable to move.
Jiang Qing struggled to look behind her, and everything within her sight was still.
Lin Nanyan's face was filled with surprise, his expression frozen; Chen Heng next to him stretched out a hand and stopped it in mid-air; Ye Meiyan was taking off her glasses; Song Shuang and Wang Huazheng behind him were talking about something and stopped moving.
Soon, Jiang Qing watched as cracks quickly appeared on their faces, distorting their entire faces.
Snap——
The sound of shattering and cracking like a mirror shattering continued to be heard.
Suddenly, the world collapsed before her eyes.
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