On the left is a bar, with a variety of expensive red wines placed behind it. Directly opposite the door is a rotunda, with crystal chandeliers hanging on the dome, and the decoration is magnificent. There is a row of sofas in the hall, which seems to be a place for guests to rest. Place.
Behind the hall is a spiral staircase that leads directly to the second floor. The structure is quite exquisite.
For some reason, as soon as I walked in, I felt a chill all around. A wind blew from nowhere and blew in my face, making me feel a chill in my heart.
Although it was uncomfortable, I didn't think much about it. After all, this mountain is a very yin place. In addition, this B&B is located in such a remote place with sparsely populated people and strong yin energy, so it's not a big deal.
"Xiao Chengzi, come here and take a look!"
I was looking at the ceiling of the rotunda in front of me, and Lonnie, who had already walked to the opposite side, suddenly waved to me.
I quickly walked over and saw that the wall where Lonnie was standing was covered with oil paintings!
"So realistic!"
Looking at the lifelike portraits of women on the walls, I couldn't help but sigh.
These oil paintings are all busts of beautiful women, each with a different expression, either upright and with lowered eyebrows, or reserved and shy, or playful and cute.
But the same thing is that the women in the portraits are all looking forward with a smile. Every customer who walks in can look at the beautiful woman in the painting as long as he raises his head.
As I looked at it, I felt a little uncomfortable for some reason. Although the women in these portraits were smiling, there seemed to be a faint sadness hidden between their eyebrows, which was not obvious to outsiders.
Why do they all seem to have a sad mood?
I was thinking about the deep meaning behind the expressions of these women, when a cold voice suddenly came from behind.
"You two, do you want to stay in a hotel?"
I turned around suddenly and saw a thin man staring at us with narrowed eyes.
This man is about thirty years old, with a pale face, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a very simple navy blue woolen coat, paired with wide-leg dark blue jeans, giving him a very elegant look.
I quickly asked: "Are you the boss here?"
The man nodded: "My name is Dink. You can call me Boss Ding. There is only one room left upstairs. I can give you a discount."
"That would be troublesome."
After saying that, Lonnie and I followed Boss Ding and went to the bar to check in.
"Boss Ding, your B&B is hidden enough that most people can't find it, right?"
While the man was going through the formalities, I asked intentionally or unintentionally.
Generally, those who open B&Bs in scenic spots choose areas with strong popularity and conspicuous locations. However, Boss Ding built his B&B on an inaccessible mountainside, even hidden in the dense forest at the foot of the mountain, as if he was afraid that it would be blocked. It's like someone discovered it.
Can such a B&B do a good job?
"Haha, it is built in a place like this for peace and quiet."
Boss Ding said with a smile: "I am a painting lover. The environment here is beautiful and there is no one to disturb me, so I can fully satisfy my creative desires."
"As for whether I can attract customers, that's up to chance. I don't really care anyway."
Good guy, he turns out to be a rich man, I couldn't help but sigh secretly.
To open a B&B in such a scenic spot, the rent alone is an astronomical figure. This guy actually doesn't care about business, he just wants to satisfy his artistic dream.
It seems that there is a mine at home.
While talking, Boss Ding had already completed the check-in procedures and led Lonnie and me to the second floor.
There are three guest rooms on both sides of the corridor on the second floor. The door of each room is closed tightly. It is extremely quiet inside, and it does not look like anyone is staying.
But Boss Ding said that there was only one vacant room left here, and he might have deliberately deceived us because he was afraid that we would not want to live there.
But if he was really a rich man and didn't care about business at all, he wouldn't lie for the price of a room.
While I was secretly guessing, Dink's family had already opened the door to a guest room.
"This is your room. I still have a painting that I haven't finished yet, so I won't accompany you for now. If you need anything, just come to me at 206."
After the Dink family finished speaking, they turned around and left.
"Boss Ding!"
At this time, Lonnie quickly stepped forward and stopped him: "I am very interested in the painting industry. The paintings you just saw hanging on the wall are really breathtaking. Can we visit your studio?"
"Well..."
The Dink family showed a trace of hesitation, and finally nodded after seeing Lonnie's eager eyes.
"Can."
"But I don't want to be disturbed when I'm painting. I hope you can keep quiet when visiting."
Lonnie quickly said: "Don't worry, the two of us will definitely not make a sound!"
"That's good."
The Dink family took a deep look at Lonnie and me, then turned around and walked towards the end of the corridor.
Lonnie didn't explain much, she just glanced at me and pulled me to follow her.
I don’t know why Lonnie wanted to visit Boss Ding’s studio, but I can tell that something is not right about Boss Ding.
Maybe Lonnie was looking for clues.
Room 206 is a studio, which is quite empty. There is a table on the east side, and the surrounding walls, like those downstairs, are also covered with portraits of women.
At this time, a long-haired woman was sitting on the chair in the middle, motionless. After seeing us walking in, the woman smiled and nodded to me and Lonnie, but did not speak.
"This is the customer who checked in yesterday. After seeing my painting, she wanted me to paint a portrait for her."
After the Dink family finished speaking, they picked up a whiteboard by the wall, sat opposite the woman, and started tracing.
It has to be said that the Dink family's portraits are indeed of a very high standard. After a while, the woman's outline was drawn, and her every frown and smile were almost the same as a real person.
I was a layman in painting, and after a while I lost interest, so I started walking around the studio and admiring the paintings hanging on the walls.
Compared with the portraits hanging downstairs, these portraits look more delicate, the colors are fuller, and the characters' expressions are more dynamic.
As I looked at it, I was suddenly attracted by the picture albums on the table.
The cover of this picture album shows a little boy sticking out his tongue to scare a little girl next to him.
Compared with the realistic portraits on the wall, the style of this painting is completely different. It looks a bit abstract and a little weird.
I was very curious, so I picked up the album and wanted to look through it.
"stop!"
Suddenly, Dink, who was concentrating on painting, suddenly shouted loudly, ran over in one stride, and snatched the album away.
"You can't read this album!"
