"Madam, how about you take a look first and then make a decision?" Gu Huaiwei unfolded her painting, looking forward to the female painter's evaluation.
Aesthetics is inherently personal.
What if the female painter in front of her can appreciate her work?
Han Zhusheng had experienced the scene before him countless times.
He died a long time ago.
He wasn't breathing, and his heart wasn't beating anymore.
He brought other humans here just to complete one part of the copy.
He felt that this time would be no different from every time before.
The female painter's eyes fell on the painting. She was arrogant, so she only glanced at it lightly. Thinking it looked like kindergarten graffiti, she looked away.
The chaotic interweaving of lines and the irregular dotted colors made it look like... totally incomprehensible abstract graffiti.
"Is this drawn by the little girl next to you? Children haven't seen much of the world yet, and the works they create don't meet my expectations."
What the female painter needs is a painting created in extreme pain.
It can be chaotic, but there must be order.
A static painting should be able to make a scream.
"No, I drew it." Gu Huaiwei needed to emphasize that she was the one who drew the picture.
She felt that she needed to elaborate on her creative ideas and explain the meaning of each stroke.
But the female painter didn't want to listen.
Gu Huaiwei lamented, wondering if there was really no one in the world who could empathize with her aesthetic? She clearly thought her paintings were beautiful.
"Let's go." Although Han Zhusheng wanted to leave with Gu Huaiwei, Gu Huaiwei seemed unable to impress his mother with his paintings.
The librarian won't take his medicine, and the female painter won't leave the basement.
Han Zhusheng will not leave the copy.
"Wait, I have another painting."
Gu Huaiwei took out "Beasts Sharing Food" from the jade bracelet. This palm-sized oil painting was found by Gu Huaiwei among Xilingyuan's pile of belongings when she was helping him collect corpses in the real world.
Han Zhusheng had no expectations for this. The female painter looked at him again, and with that one look, her facial expression suddenly became ferocious.
She suddenly stood up from the chair, knocked over the paint at hand, and splashed it on her white dress, like a blooming flower.
"Give it to me, give me this painting!" Her voice was sharp, mixed with low "cracking" sounds, like a cracking sound squeezed out from deep in the throat.
"Here." Gu Huaiwei handed over the painting generously.
The female painter casually threw the human bone paintbrush in her hand to the ground. She stepped barefoot into the paint trays scattered on the ground, and the thick paint splashed on her ankles. She herself was more like a work of art than the painting.
But it didn't affect her fanatical expression at all.
The female painter held the painting in her arms with a somewhat fanatical attitude. An expression of fascination appeared on her face as she pressed her face against the canvas. "Perfect, absolutely perfect... Kakakaka... I heard heart-wrenching screams, even more beautiful than the screams from downstairs during the fire last night."
Then she stretched out her wet tongue and greedily licked the surface of the framed painting. Her saliva stuck to the outer layer of glass, leaving a disgusting luster.
After she finished licking, she slowly raised her head, her eyes fixed on Gu Huaiwei: "Ka, ka, ka... Who painted this? Was it you?"
Gu Huaiwei deliberately kept it a secret: "Want to know?"
The female painter nodded.
"I'll tell you once you leave the basement."
The female painter lowered her head and looked at the oil painting in her hands silently. She was struggling. She wanted to create a perfect work with her own hands, but she also longed to meet the author of the painting in her hand.
Han Zhusheng had never seen a female painter like this.
The impression I have of my mother is that she is beautiful, cold, and keeps people at a distance.
This time, it seems different.
He should have just stood by and watched, but he pleaded, "Mom, you once said that if you saw a painting that moved you, you would leave here, right?"
"Actually... there's more than one." Gu Huaiwei gestured to the size of the Ferris wheel painting hanging in the lobby. "In the lobby of my sanatorium, there's a painting much larger than this one."
The female painter was filled with longing. Her voice trembled as she asked, "I...I want to go and see."
Gu Huaiwei raised the corners of her lips: "Yes, beautiful lady, as long as you check into the sanatorium, you can stay as long as you want."
The female painter finally left the basement.
The rest of the time was left to Han Zhusheng and the female painter.
They will wait for Gu Huaiwei at the library entrance after the copy is finished.
The second phase of the mission to attract strange customers has been completed.
There are three monsters in the mine copy, plus the three monsters in the library copy, a total of six, one more than the requirement of the Oasis Sanatorium.
Gu Huaiwei is not the kind of person who thinks everything is fine once he achieves his goal and then slacks off.
The more weird customers, the better.
Since the copy has arrived, Gu Huaiwei plans to bring the library director out as well.
Gu Huaiwei hummed a little tune as she headed towards the library director's office.
Bai Meemie followed Gu Huaiwei, holding her clothes, walking in the same pace, and humming a tune with her in a slurred manner.
What Gu Huaiwei hummed was: Legacy ~ Inheritance ~
Bai Mee Mee hums: Yiya~ Yiya Yiya~
Lu Xiaoxing stood at the door of the library director's study, raised her hand to adjust the wig on her head, pulled up her high-waisted skirt, and walked in crookedly in three-inch high heels.
He was wearing women's clothes and applying for the position of secretary to the library director.
Gu Huaiwei saw from afar that Lu Xiaoxing was twisting her waist exaggeratedly and deliberately suppressing her voice to show off her charm in front of the library director.
Being weird is also hard work.
He doesn't look like a woman at all when he's dressed like one.
He hadn't shaved, and his black chest hair was almost sticking out from under his white shirt.
But he had to pretend to be blind and pretend that the person coming towards him was a girl.
The secretary's job is to take care of the library director's food and daily life, help the library director decoct medicine, and take care of daily library work.
Gu Huaiwei saw the library director with drooping eyelids, reciting the same lines without emotion.
She walked straight in.
"Director, I'm also here to apply for the secretary position."
Lu Xiaoxing was introducing himself when Gu Huaiwei suddenly walked out, which made his heart tremble.
It would be fine if other trial-takers came to grab the secretary's position, but why did Guiyi come to compete with him?
The library director was originally planning to make things difficult for Lu Xiaoxing and tempt him to break the rules.
But as soon as Gu Huaiwei appeared, he immediately said to Lu Xiaoxing: "Okay, it's you, you're accepted... click, click, click... you can take office now."
"?" For the first time, Lu Xiaoxing felt that talking to a weird person was so easy.
There is only one position for secretary.
"That's such a shame." Gu Huaiwei had no intention of leaving. She slowly walked to the library director's side and gently placed her slender fingers on his shoulders. "Uncle, I'll be a volunteer and take care of you for free."
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