She jumped back as fast as a big rabbit and took a big step back. After calming down, she looked carefully. She just saw an oil painting.

Mo Xiaoqing patted her chest and muttered, "I'm scared to death."

After calming down, she carefully examined the entire oil painting for a long time. Although Mo Xiaoqing didn't understand, she could also feel the depression and dullness of the whole painting.

The main color tone of the painting was very gloomy. The background was in front of an abandoned church. On the right side of the painting was a big sycamore tree. The yellow leaves were floating in the air, and the fallen leaves on the ground were slowly turning black.

A little boy was sitting next to the sycamore tree, leaning slightly against the sycamore tree. The most terrifying and weird thing was the boy's face. I don't know what the painting wanted to express, but half of the boy's face was painted like a zombie. The pale and decayed face had a sad and weird expression, and one eye was dripping with bright red tears. The other side of the face was white and translucent, glowing red, like an exquisite doll.

The boy's feet were covered with paper airplanes, and he was holding a wooden airplane model in his hand.

When Mo Xiaoqing saw this painting, she suddenly felt uneasy, but she couldn't put it into words. She just felt that this painting was very weird.

She saw a sign in the corner of the painting, so she used her mobile phone to scan the QR code on it, and naturally linked to the introduction of the painting and the author's signature.

I saw a paragraph of text pop up, so I looked at it carefully. It turned out that it was a young Chinese artist who lived in the United States for many years. This painting was given a very poetic name "Beautiful Dream".

Mo Xiaoqing looked confused. No matter how she looked at it, this painting did not seem to reflect the artistic conception of a beautiful dream.

She felt that the scene of paper airplanes on the ground at the boy's feet in this painting was still very shocking.

She was inexplicably attracted to the painting until Li Tianfeng patted her shoulder and woke her up.

"Xiaoqing, what are you looking at? So serious."

Mo Xiaoqing turned around and saw that it was Li Tianfeng. She couldn't help but sigh and said, "I think the author of this painting is very interesting. He chose a title that doesn't match the content of the painting at all."

Li Tianfeng replied casually, "Maybe! But we are not the painter himself. It's better not to make rash comments in the end. Maybe if we know the story behind it, we won't just look at the surface of the painting.

Okay, it's getting late. I'll take you home."

Mo Xiaoqing looked at the time. Oh my god, it was almost ten o'clock. She hurriedly followed Li Tianfeng out of the gallery.

It was already half past ten when Mo Xiaoqing got home. When she was about to go to bed after taking a shower, she received a strange call.

After she picked up the phone, the other party claimed to be a bar staff member, and emphasized that it was Mo Xiaoqing's friend who was drunk, and hoped that she would hurry over to pick him up now, because the bar was about to close.

Mo Xiaoqing was very confused, she didn't know that a male friend would call her and ask her to pick him up.

The bar staff briefly described the facial features of the man, and finally had no choice but to turn on the live video on her mobile phone.

Mo Xiaoqing was dumbfounded when she saw it, wasn't this Captain Xu Yao!

How could Captain Xu be so drunk! Didn't he go to meet Li Mengyao?

Just as she was puzzled, a familiar and deep voice came from the other end of the phone, "I'm not drunk! I want to drink more!"

Mo Xiaoqing immediately hung up the phone, put on her coat in a hurry, hailed a taxi on the side of the road, and rushed to the bar.

Arriving at the bar 15 minutes later, Mo Xiaoqing rushed into the bar quickly, and saw Xu Yao with his head drooping on a high stool.

There were not many people in the bar, and they were all listening to lyrical songs, drinking slowly and chatting. In contrast, Xu Yao, who was sitting on a stool and shouting, really didn't fit in with the atmosphere here.

What happened to Captain Xu? It's rare to see him drunk like this!

Mo Xiaoqing walked over and patted Xu Yao on the shoulder, "Hey, Captain Xu, wake up, wake up!"

Xu Yao stared at Mo Xiaoqing with hazy eyes, pursed his lips and smiled, then fell asleep on the table with a bang.

There was no other way, Mo Xiaoqing had to pull Xu Yao's hair hard, and after a while, Xu Yao opened his eyes again and raised his head in a daze.

She hastily put away her hand and asked, "Captain Xu, can you still see how many fingers I have now?" Mo Xiaoqing stretched out her palm and waved it in front of Xu Yao.

Xu Yao shook his head vigorously and stared at Mo Xiaoqing, "Little one, is that you?"

It seemed that Xu Yao was not drunk to the point of losing his memory. Mo Xiaoqing stretched out her hand and grabbed Xu Yao's arm, "Captain Xu, get up, I'll take you back."

Suddenly, Xu Yao's arms opened, and before Mo Xiaoqing could react, she was surrounded by a warm breath. Xu Yao held her in his arms and rested his head on her shoulder.

"Little guy, I'm in pain and uncomfortable now."

Mo Xiaoqing had to quickly break free from his arms and said, "Captain Xu, you're drunk. Can you still walk now?" After she finished speaking, she retreated to a safe area.

Xu Yao was now staggering, and Mo Xiaoqing's small body probably couldn't help him walk, so she had to ask the bar boy to help her and help Xu Yao out of the bar.

After they went out, Mo Xiaoqing hailed a taxi at the door and drove towards Xu Yao's home.

Fortunately, Xu Yao had been very quiet in the car and didn't get drunk. 40 minutes later, the taxi just stopped, Xu Yao opened the door and stepped out, holding on to the telephone pole next to him and vomiting non-stop.

Seeing Xu Yao so drunk, Mo Xiaoqing felt very complicated. It is said that drunk people are prone to accidents, so she did not dare to send Captain Xu directly into the room.

"Captain Xu, I will send you here today, and your home will be just around the corner."

But Mo Xiaoqing did not succeed in escaping. Xu Yao stretched out his arms and put all his strength on Mo Xiaoqing.

Mo Xiaoqing had no choice but to drag him into the room.

She dragged Xu Yao to the sofa, and after settling him down, she ran to the kitchen to pour water.

Xu Yao did not make any noise while sitting on the sofa, but his eyes were covered with a layer of mist and his eyes were wandering.

Mo Xiaoqing always felt that Xu Yao's eyes were suddenly on her, and she was still very nervous, but when she saw Captain Xu who had gotten her so drunk, she couldn't help but feel a little sympathy in her heart.

Captain Xu is usually so self-controlled, he would not do this to himself unless something serious happened.

Mo Xiaoqing opened the kitchen door anxiously to look for a cup of water, and suddenly she heard footsteps coming slowly towards the kitchen from behind.