The autumn coolness seems to be a sudden incident.

I felt that the sun was still hot yesterday. I felt that it was a burden to wear shorts and shorts. After a blink of an eye, I changed into a long-sleeved shirt and could feel the coolness of the penetrating shirt and touching the skin.

This is a small town in Jiangnan.

The dreamlike mist and rain seem to never stop. The wet bluestone road is like an eternal freeze of an oil painting. The only thing that changes slightly from history to today is the shallow green moss marks on the stone slab. Today, perhaps a trace of smoke and clouds is drawn on the stone slab, and tomorrow it will become the distant mountains and near waters of Chinese ink paintings.

In such a small town, time seems to be still, even if the willow branches are no longer tender green, they are still lingering feelings.

There are many people who are hungry and literary and artistic here, and many people who love art will devote themselves to staying here for a short stay.

Will the sad feelings brought by the autumn rain in October inspire more inspiration?

I think so? I stood by the window, staring at the dense rain, and snatched out the cigarettes in my hand. If not, why should I hold many private and secret art exhibitions here? This season?

It's just such a noble thing, but it can't calm down my anxiety that has never stopped.

After knowing many things about the dungeon, Tong Emperor told me that this anxiety would always linger on me from now on. Can Xin Yi live in such an environment?

However, I was still busy with chores and couldn't find Xin Yi immediately.

Because, according to Tongdi, it is not easy to enter the dungeon once a year, and it is even more difficult to enter according to unconventional methods.

Moreover, it is not possible to enter at any time by unconventional methods, and you have to wait for an opportunity.

This opportunity may be two months, or three months, or maybe once a year, and the key is that the guide is the key.

Simply put, everything is a matter of luck.

Thinking of this, I lit a cigarette again irritated, and the words of Emperor Tong were still in my ears: "Ye Zhengling, this kind of thing that has been waiting for too long will not happen. According to you, your important person has been entering that dungeon for more than a month, right? I believe you can't wait for too long, because I don't think you are a person with too bad luck. Hahaha."

"What's this?" I spitted a sip of cigarette and said to myself.

Yes, I can't figure out what Tongdi is? Consolation or jokes?

Just like I don’t understand myself, if the so-called guide appears now, will I put down what I have and rush there immediately? But if so, I will let go of the entire Huo Nie family.

So far, I don’t know what Shanhai Bai Yaolu does? But the attitude of everyone around me tells me that this is a very important thing! I can’t fight for it, but I can’t give up.

The rain outside the window will not stop for a while.

Should I say I am lucky? I don’t have to face such a choice now.

The door of the room was pushed open, and I didn't have to look back. I also knew that Emperor Tong came to the trip to Jiangnan town this time. It was me and he came together, at least in public.

Privately, what kind of forces the families of both sides sent are unknown.

After all, there is no need to explain this kind of thing to the other party, and there is no need to worry about who will not work hard. This is a common cooperation model. Relatively speaking, the relationship between Tongdi and I was quite easy.

But if he is not so picky, cleanliness, and all kinds of problems

"I'm wearing this outfit, but I'm pretty?" Seeing that I didn't look back, Emperor Tong was a little dissatisfied. After a few days of getting along, my understanding of him was accelerated sharply.

He is the kind of person who is very "narcissistic", as if he needs other people's eyes to fall on him at any time, and he is sure that he can feel satisfied.

Not being an actor is a waste, isn’t it? It seems that he has been quite clear about himself since he was a child.

Thinking of this, I looked at Yanyu outside the window helplessly, closed the window and turned around. Because it was cooperation, I really didn't need to have any gaps with him for these trivial matters. In the room with a little dark light, Emperor Tong stood in front of the only dressing mirror, looking at himself narcissistically.

The white tight shirt, crisp and close-fitting, and the same black tights, made his legs look longer and the only decoration was the belt around his waist. I couldn't tell what it was, and his hair was combed backwards, with a little messy combed, and a few strands of hair hung on his forehead.

Anyway, everything you wear looks good, so why bother asking? Is there anything worth evaluating for white shirts and black pants?

"What the hell?" After not getting my response for a long time, Tong Emperor seemed a little impatient. He turned around and took out a black-framed glasses from his shirt pocket on his chest and put them on the bridge of his nose.

Suddenly, the sharp temperament of the whole person as if he was unsheathed, became a little more elegant.

"Very good." I just said this, but I couldn't think of what else I need to say?

"Is that true?" Emperor Tong held his glasses, stepped away his long legs, walked towards me, suddenly reached out and took off the cigarette from my mouth, and gently flicked it, allowing it to fly in the rain, and then he began to tidy up my collar.

With my awkwardness, he whispered in a low voice: "Today is the artist's first sculpture exhibition, and we should treat it seriously. Wearing neatly is a necessary politeness. Young Master Ye, are you short of food and clothing? Are you going to dress like this?"

I took his hand impatiently and said, "I'll fight anyway, so why are you wearing so neatly?"

"For rude people, fighting is also an art. A true master pays attention to the skill of not touching the body. You'd better call out a piece of clothing." Emperor Tong seemed to be used to giving orders like this.

"Yeah." I agreed perfunctorily. I originally wanted to say that the person who plays the flute on the side doesn't need to be touched by the leaves, but I'm really too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

Emperor Tong did not treat me well or be intimate, but he had a strong desire to control and wanted everyone to do what he told him.

In addition, he also particularly likes the so-called contradictory beauty. The exaggerated Chinese-style room, especially eating Western food and drinking coffee, is his extreme expression.

"Okay, you'd better hurry up. It's three o'clock in the afternoon." Emperor Tong put his hands in the bag, still like he told me, and then turned around and left.

"That means you have to do something today?" Is it wise to do something at an art exhibition?

"Haha." Emperor Tong turned around and suddenly walked to me again, attached himself to my ear and said, "Otherwise, Mr. Ye, do you want to spend a few more days with me?"

I took a step back and said with some displeasure: "Tong Emperor, you must be so close to me when you speak?"

"Speaking of this, there are not many people in this world who are worthy of being close to me and keep a distance, because they are not worthy. However, Ye Zhengling, you should be honored. If you are not among them, there is a fateful agreement between us." A strange light flashed in Emperor Tong's eyes.

"What fateful agreement? You must have fallen in love with me, right?" I just told it casually. Isn't it strange to have a fateful agreement with a man? Why don't I know about this? Emperor Tong has never mentioned this before.

"Ha, do you think this is humor? What can you know?" Emperor Tong didn't answer me, but just said sarcastically, then changed the topic and said: "I urgently need the record of mountains and seas. You'd better cooperate with me and not delay the day. By now, it's the limit of my patience that I hope you won't have any bad things."

Everything before was just a good mood and was just nonsense to me. This sentence is his real idea, right? Emperor Tong is like this. He is a person who has something to solve immediately and needs to solve it perfectly.

After saying this, Emperor Tong had already walked out of my room and looked at the time on the watch. It was already past 1 pm.

I should indeed clean up and set out for the so-called art exhibition.

Yes, the artist has determined who it is and he hides in this small town in Jiangnan, to be precise, "drifting" to this small town in Jiangnan.

His external identity is a sculptor. He has only appeared in this carving circle for less than a year and is already well-known.

The outside world has a good review of his carving works, but I don’t understand art. I only remember one sentence in it. I was very impressed by it. A master of carving said that his carving works have mastered the texture and bones of human bodies to an almost accurate state.

This state does not even stay on the surface, but from the inside to the outside.

That feeling is like his human body sculpture. You can feel that there are real bones under the muscles, and there are real internal organs within the bone cavity.

"Ha." I remembered this review of the murder video. Is this how such accuracy researched?

So, how many innocent lives are there under his command?

However, my contemplation was interrupted by the Tong Emperor. He threw a set of clothes on my bed and asked me to put it on as much as an order: "You can't lose my face when you walk next to me."

He just threw down a sentence.

And I unfolded the black shirt speechlessly and started to put the artist on my body. I am looking forward to meeting you very much.
Chapter completed!