Psychic

Song Nuan was busy looking for people who knew the truth, and Van Gogh ’s test was naturally suspended. An assistant director took him to a closed compartment, saying that he was asked to wait for a while, but the specific situation was silent.

Fangallo could naturally feel the coldness and even disgust of these people, but he didn’t ask much, but just picked up a quiet corner and sat down alone. A moment later, a slight, undetectable energy fluctuation appeared in the room, and Van Gogh had quickly raised his eyelids and looked in that direction.

He tickled his fingertips, and the energy fluctuations slowly approached, eventually condensing into a human-shaped mist that was almost imperceptible, and the head of the mist, about two eyes, actually dropped two black teardrops.

Fangallo caught the misty tears, and there was a clear light in his eyes.

“Are you home?” He said indifferently.

The humanoid fog nodded, more tears in his eyes, but disappeared again when he dropped to the ground.

“Let me see.” Van Gaal put his right hand on his knee at will, his fingertips fell naturally, and from the monitor, no one would find his anomaly. So the mist squatted in front of him, and carefully pressed his forehead to his fingertips.

The shaking picture gradually became clear from the blur, a small black mist squatted down the stairs like before his death, short arms holding thin legs, a small head buried in the arms, full of heart They are all panic and full of anticipation. Today is the day when his mother was released from detention. He was terrified of her reprimands, but couldn’t help but miss her mood, just like a puppy who was injured countless times. As long as the master gently evoked the baby, he could run over with joy again.

Children’s love for their parents is always natural and pure. When they are young, no matter how many injuries you leave in their hearts, they can always see your light. Only when they grow up and understand what is love and hate, what is sorrow and joy, those lights will gradually dissipate.

At that moment, the little figure squatted in the dim doorway and watched his mother step out of the elevator with his father’s help, like a sudden light in the world. He quickly stood up and greeted him timidly and thievely, with joy and fear.

The two expressions, very tired, walked into the living room and locked the door. The father brought his mother into the kitchen and pointed to an already stiff body stored in the refrigerator: “I killed him.” His tone seemed to say “It will rain tomorrow.”

The little figure stood in front of the kitchen door, with black eyes staring at them and his body, even a specific expression could not be simulated.

The mother opened her mouth wide and seemed to want to scream, but her father blocked her nose and mouth. He said distortedly: “I didn’t mean it! You usually played so hard, but he didn’t do anything. I just got drunk and kicked, and he died. How can I think of it?”

The mother desperately grabbed him, scratched him, kicked him, kicked him, and tears of beans burst into her eyes, as if she was sad enough to be crazy. The man covered her mouth, and silently endured all her catharsis. After this scene, both of them collapsed tiredly, but the tiny body was still curled up in the freezer, covered by layers of snow-white frost.

“I beat him just because I couldn’t help! I was pregnant and you didn’t get home all day; I gave birth and you came to the hospital the next day; I coaxed the child, you were out for entertainment; I took the child to a cram school, you were at home Playing games; I got depression, you said I am hypocritical. You will never be there when I need you! Now you are OK, you killed the child, we are all free! “The woman smiled nervously and murmured into the void : “If I knew this would happen, I shouldn’t have given birth to him. He didn’t have a good life. He would be like a parent like us! Hahaha, hahaha …”

The woman smiled intermittently, the volume increased.

The man had to cover her mouth again and kept apologizing: “I’m sorry my dear, I’m really sorry. Let’s regenerate one, this time I promise to love him and love you. I will be pregnant when you are pregnant I will be there every day; I will wait all night in the hospital when you are giving birth; I will help you coax your children to feed the children and send them to the cram school. , And I will work hard to provide you with the best life. Let’s regenerate one? Okay? “

The man pressed against the woman’s cheek and kept asking “Okay”? This long-lost and hypocritical warmth actually touched the woman’s heart on this cold and absurd night, so she nodded with tears and agreed: “Okay, we will regenerate one.”

None of them noticed how, when the woman said this, how did the tiny mist drop two lines of blood and tears, how it boiled and struggled, and finally disappeared.

He stepped back a few steps and seemed to want to leave, but stood at the door for a long time. He tried to take a small step, another small step … just moved to the woman in small steps, and then stretched out two thin arms to make a hug gesture.

At the moment when he was about to hug the woman, the woman suddenly stood up and decisively said: “We have to deal with the body, otherwise you will be taken by the police!”

The little figure unintentionally waved by her arm looked up at her, and the **** teardrops finally turned into a rich black. He stepped back step by step, staring at them dumbly.

The man said so many sweet words, for this purpose. Satisfied, he quickly found a suitcase and said that the woman should put the body in. The two were busy, and the doorbell rang perseveringly. After a while, it rang for five or six minutes. The two had no way to pretend to be stupid, so they had to put the body back in the refrigerator and forced to open the door calmly.

Seeing Liao Fang wearing a police uniform, the woman was pale with fright, but the man coped with it extremely naturally. He said he sent the child to grandparents, he was a big man, he was busy at work, and the child could only suffer from following him. Having said this, he also called his mother on the spot and asked the child if he was okay.

His mother seemed to be prepared for a long time, repeatedly praised the child for being sensible and obedient.

Liao Fang did not have the right to break into other people’s homes without permission. When he saw that the living room was really messy, he was very unsuitable for children to live in and left.

The two took turns staring at the cat’s eyes to make sure that there was no policeman outside. Then they took the child’s body to the Lee Box, took it to the artificial lake in the community, tied a huge stone, carried a small boat, and sailed far enough away from the shore Place, sinking. There were few people in the community, and the cameras were damaged, so they completed all of them quietly, and only the small mist of fog gave a panoramic view of what they had done.

These cruel fragments of memory eventually faded into Van Gogh’s mind. The only clear thing was the child’s stubborn hands that were willing to reach out even if they were hurt to the extreme. His posture of eager embracing was like a wedge, firmly embedded in Vanguard’s mind. He remained silent for a long, long time, until it was a few times that the human figure was trembling and trembling, and then he sighed unheardly: “Even so, do you still want to go back?”

The little mist stood upright, focusing on his head while streaming black tears. He must go back because his last wish has not been fulfilled.

“Okay, I’ll take you home.” Van Gogh raised his eyes and gave a promise word by word.

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At the same time, a quarrel broke out in the observation room. After receiving the note, Song Rui sneered: “Do you really think that Van Gogh needs to cheat by such inferior means? How about his first performance?”

“I thought about it a while ago. In fact, it ’s easy to cheat in the first test. As long as a Trojan horse program is implanted in our computer, we can control the selection probability of five photos. Now that I want to come, he can draw four at a time. A photo, and can accurately predict all the photos you picked. Is this ability too far? I do n’t even dare to think so in his dream, he dare to do it! Cousin, since you are so fanatic Confidently, why do n’t you let us rearrange the test questions? What are you afraid of? ”Song Wenwen asked aggressively.

Song Rui took off the gold wire glasses and smiled helplessly and calmly: “Well, whatever you want, you can arrange as you want, but you can’t move those four boxes.”

Song Wennan glanced at him inexhaustibly. He couldn’t figure out why he was sore about those boxes. Was there anything wrong with it? But before she could think deeply, a handsome man had entered the observation room and waved to her with a smile.

“Ah, Yuntian! When did you return to your country? Is your art exhibition over?” As soon as he saw this person, Song Nuan’s inner anger was completely extinguished, and he was replaced by countless surprises. This man is her boyfriend Yu Yuntian, a renowned oil painting master at home and abroad, and also the vice president of the China Art Association. A painting can sell for tens of millions of high prices. A legendary figure in the art world at the peak of his career.

The two can’t wait to hug together, exchanging a few eager close-kiss kisses, handsome men, bright women, the scene is as beautiful as an oil painting. All the people present looked at them with envious eyes, except Song Rui hooked her lips, her expression seemed to be a smile.

I don’t know what Song Nuan said to Yu Yuntian. The other party first showed an embarrassed expression. Shaoqing nodded helplessly under his girlfriend’s obsession, and left with a makeup artist.

Seeing Song Nuan walked back alone, Song Rui said clearly: “Do you let him participate in Van Gogh’s character test?”

Song warmly proudly touched her long hair: “Yeah, people all over the world understand Yuntian’s growth experience. I blindfolded Van Gogh’s eyes and asked him to measure Yuntian’s character. I want to see if he can Say what flowers come. “Her unspoken words are: If there is something wrong with Van Gogh, her girlfriend, who has long been publicly recognized by Yu Yuntian, can stand up immediately, in front of the camera and millions The audience’s face, torn the other party hard! To get a ghost in her show has to endure her revenge!

Song Ruijie asked: “Song Wenwen, I thought you had broken up with Yu Yuntian long ago?”

“We can’t take care of you regardless of the handwheel!” Song Wenwen showed an expression he didn’t want to talk about. In the Song family, only the cousin was always opposed to her relationship, but she couldn’t tell the truth, making her very annoyed.

Song Rui was not a nosy person, repeatedly reminding her cousin to break up was already the limit he could do. He turned his head to look at the young man waiting in the lounge, reminding him for the last time: “You will regret the decision now.”

“Cousin, I know that you prefer Van Gogh, but you ca n’t threaten me for him? What did I do so badly that I will regret it?” Song Wenwen knew that his cousin would never answer this question. So he picked up the intercom and urged: “Director, are there a few others looking for it? Hurry up, we are running out of time.”

The director replied: “Sister Song, in addition to Teacher Yu, we also found two other people, one is Yaya and the other is Jeffery, can you see it?”

Song Warm’s eyes lit up and nodded immediately: “Yes, let them quickly put on their makeup and we’re going to start recording.”

Yaya has followed Song Nuan since she was eighteen years old, and it can be said that Song Nuan brought her hand in hand. Her first job was as a handyman at the TV station. Later she followed Song Nuan as an assistant. Due to less brainwork and a steady and reliable personality, she was gradually promoted to a special assistant. She then boarded the position of manager of the operations department. With warm support, I am studying screenwriting and writing.

Jeffery is Song Wenwen’s exclusive makeup artist and a celebrity with 5 million followers, often posting some beauty videos on the Internet. He has a strong business ability. In the early years, he also worked as a stylist for a super star. Later, because he was too straightforward and offended some people, he was fired and expelled from the first echelon of the fashion circle. But anyone with a vision knows that although Song Nuan is not a traffic star, he is a real pundit. After following her, Jeffery did not fall behind, but climbed a higher branch. At least those who had offended him now. See you now. He had to make a detour.

But he just couldn’t bear the sand in his eyes. Those people wanted to calm down, but he refused to give up. Instead, he saw tearing once, so he slowly got the nickname of tearing sister (Jie). higher.

Not to mention Yu Yuntian. He was born in a family of scholars and graduated from a top international art school. He has won numerous awards at a young age. He has a large number of fans at home and abroad, and his reputation is not worse than that of first-line stars. His character, appearance, family background, wealth, and status, No one has to say that it is as good as Song Nuan.

Yaya is the one who knows the roots of Song Wennuan, and Yu Yuntian and Jeffrey are the people who know the roots of the people all over the country. If he said the wrong thing, it would definitely attract overwhelming doubts and ridicule.

Song Wenneng was more proud, and took out a small mirror while mending makeup while nagging: “Oh, why am I so witty? This is probably the height of the devil one by one?”

Song Rui sighed again: “Warm, you will regret it.”

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Song Nuanwen was never a person who could listen to the opinions of others. She would never look back unless she hit the south wall. She quickly invited three testers into the closed test room, and moved four very soft and comfortable sofas, three of which were set on a two-meter-high circular table and the other was set three meters away. Under the stairs, four boxes were moved to an obscure corner along with a long table.

Yu Yuntian, Yaya, and Jeffery were placed on a high platform, and their expressions were all relaxed. The character is identified on the spot, which for some people is equivalent to picking clothes to show to the public, there is always a feeling of privacy infringement. But they have no sense of crisis at the moment, because they never believe the rumors on the Internet. You can see through you inside and out with a single glance, is there such a person in the world? The answer is, of course, no, that is, in the final analysis, only a poor hype!

The thoughts of the three seemed to coincide strangely, so when Van Gogh, whose eyes were wrapped in heavy black cloth, walked in step by step under the guidance of the staff, they raised their eyebrows and hooked the corners of their lips, revealing exactly the same irony expression.