Chapter 646 The Feeling of Painting
The night in Gliese is quite peaceful. Moonlight with golden edges shines through the windowsill. The plants in front of the window sway, casting light shadows on the floor. The breeze brings a comfortable fragrance of flowers.
However, even in such a comfortable environment, Yunmo did not sleep well at all.
She was dreaming again. This was the third day in a row. Since she came to this planet, she had not dreamed of a vague scene for a single night.
The tone was either desolate or mournful, revealing a feeling of helplessness and sadness. The figure still had its back to her and appeared extremely blurry.
Yunmo was fucked. She couldn't move in her dream and could only be a bystander.
I've been suffering from dark circles under my eyes for several days and have tried countless ways to treat them, but nothing works.
She really wanted to yell at that figure, "Don't you know that Buddhism and Taoism have been incompatible since ancient times?"
If you have any questions about your Buddhist affairs, go to the Buddha. Why are you looking for her?!
Yunmo was a little irritable because she hadn't slept well for three consecutive days.
I wanted to ask the old man, but the old man in this life was not from the Xuanmen sect.
Yun Mo yawned as she entered the Gawag. Lian Yi had been following their progress for the past two days and had noticed something was amiss with her. He couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you sleep well?"
Yun Mo nodded listlessly: "I've been dreaming for several days."
"dream?"
Lian Yi was a little puzzled. Insomnia did exist in the interstellar world, but it shouldn't have happened to her. Furthermore, the general nutrition tank was quite effective, so she wouldn't look so listless.
"Just a dream?"
Yun Mo yawned, put her hand to her mouth and said, "It probably has something to do with a painting."
Lian Yi stared: "What kind of painting?" After being exposed to it for a long time, he also knew that there are some forces that cannot be influenced by technology.
Yunmo has been fiddling with the painting over and over again these past two days, including placing it in the sun and even drawing calming talismans on it, but there has been no effect.
Hearing Lian Yi's question, she perked up and responded, "There's a painting I stumbled upon at Wolfe's that has some mysteries."
"I have it with me. It's in my backpack. Do you want to see it?"
"Let me see", what kind of painting is so amazing?
As they talked, they walked out of the workshop and stopped at a small round table in the sun.
Yun Mo opened her backpack, took out the scroll, and slowly spread it out in front of Lian Yi.
An ancient atmosphere came over him, and the desolate feeling was the same as before. Every time he saw it, Yun Mo felt a blockage in his heart.
Lian Yi stared at the screen for a long time without saying a word.
"Did you see anything?" Yun Mo asked.
Lian Yi nodded: "Yeah"
Yun Mo's eyes widened. "What is it? You felt it too, right?"
Lian Yi stroked the drawing paper, releasing his mental energy, feeling it carefully, and then said seriously, "I feel it."
"Is it a kind of..."
Before Yun Mo finished speaking, Lian Yi pointed to the signature on the lower right corner and said, "The handwriting isn't very good. The ink is relatively new and doesn't match the age of the paper. It feels a bit out of place."
Yun Mo: ... "Anything else?"
Lian Yi said: "If there is more, it will go beyond the scope of explanation of Ohms's law." The implication is that that is not his field.
Yunmo: ...Then why did you pretend for so long?
She felt a pang of irritation. What on earth was this? It only started to react when she reached Gliese. What triggered it? There was no malice or sinister intent in the painting; instead, the desolation felt like someone's obsession...
However, Taoism and Buddhism are not a system.
Yun Mo scratched her hair in annoyance, feeling as if she was being depended on.
Lian Yi said, "Have you ever tried putting the painting somewhere else?"
Yun Mo nodded. Of course she had tried it and had the same dream before. Apart from the black and white picture, there was no useful information. The bald man just liked to play guessing games.
"Is that so? Only people like you can feel it?" Lian Yi had a guess.
Yun Mo had already assumed this was the case and did not deny it: "I've already called Ling Jiu. He'll still need a few days on the road."
However, Ling Jiu said that he seemed to have seen this painting before. Many years ago, there were many of them, and he had collected them. Later, they were all said to be fakes, and he forgot where he lost them.
Let me start with a beginning and write it on the weekend
(End of this chapter)
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