If this is Bai Mo's secret, then Yang Lu must explore it to the end.
A tear appeared in the corner of Yang Lu's eyes. She took a deep breath, mustered up all her courage, and continued walking deeper into the gallery.
Bai Mo's paintings were magical. Yang Lu felt that the pictures seemed to be moving. This was not a gallery, but a purgatory on earth, with brutal murderers imprisoned in the frames.
When Yang Lu saw the hand-drawn murder case she was most familiar with, she couldn't help it.
Compared with Feng Zhigang's hand-painted paintings, the murder scenes in Bai Mo's paintings were more realistic. She even felt that the head held in her hands was still alive.
"Woo!" Yang Lu rushed out of the nightmare-like gallery, and when she came to the stairs, she couldn't help it anymore.
"Ugh -" Yang Lu knelt on the ground, holding the steps with both hands, and kept retching.
Scenes of murders kept flashing through Yang Lu's mind, lingering, torturing every nerve of Yang Lu.
I don't know how long it took, maybe she was too tired, but Yang Lu finally stopped retching, and a tissue appeared in front of her.
Yang Lu slowly raised her head. When she saw Bai Mo's face, she couldn't help but move back. She was kneeling on the ground, moved and sat on the ground, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in horror.
"Sorry!" Bai Mo's eyes flashed with sadness. He squeezed out a smile and whispered: "I originally wanted to help you mentally build up before letting you in, but I didn't expect that it would be self-defeating after you were drunk."
There was still a faint smell of alcohol in the air, and Bai Mo was awakened by the sound of Yang Lu's retching.
The tissue was quietly held by Bai Mo. He did not approach Yang Lu again, or in other words, he did not dare to approach Yang Lu again.
The two of them were bent over and the other was sitting on the ground. They looked at each other for a long time. Yang Lu finally reached out and took the tissue.
Bai Mo looked at Yang Lu and smiled sadly, then turned and walked upstairs.
Yang Lu was at a loss. She didn't know how to face Bai Mo. She could see that her subconscious reaction hurt Bai Mo.
Suddenly, Yang Lu thought of the gallery behind her again. An icy chill spread on her back. She rushed up the stairs and escaped from the basement.
The thunder has disappeared, leaving only the sound of heavy rain hitting the earth.
In the living room, Bai Mo was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup in both hands. There was a cup of steaming water on the other side of the coffee table.
Yang Lu took a deep breath and tried her best to recall the beautiful side of Bai Mo. She thought that this would reduce her fear of Bai Mo, but Bai Mo's paintings were deeply ingrained in her mind. She could only imagine Come to Bai Mo's cold side when he painted those murder scenes.
Bai Mo has been waiting, waiting for Yang Lu to sit on the sofa next to him, but unfortunately Yang Lu doesn't seem to dare to sit over.
After taking a sip of hot water, the effects of the alcohol were still there. Bai Mo rubbed his temples, looked at the coffee table and whispered, "This is my secret."
With another sad smile, Bai Mo bit his lip hard, "It seems the result is not ideal."
At this moment, Yang Lu felt that Bai Mo was like a child who had made a mistake, huddled on the sofa timidly, not even daring to look at her.
Yang Lu cautiously came to the sofa and sat down on the single sofa.
Realizing that Yang Lu was sitting over, Bai Mo slowly looked at Yang Lu. Yang Lu became nervous instantly. In order to prevent Bai Mo from noticing, she just tightened her legs and folded her hands slightly.
Even if he hadn't learned how to interpret micro-expressions, with Bai Mo's observation skills, how could he not see anything unusual?
"No need to hide it deliberately." Bai Mo buried his head in his hands, "No matter who it is, they will do this after seeing those paintings."
"I..." Tears welled up in Yang Lu's eyes, and she couldn't say deceptive words, "I still need some time."
Silence, both sides fell into silence, leaving only the sound of rain outside the window.
After a long time.
Bai Mo sat up straight and looked at Yang Lu, and asked with a smile: "I received a message from Professor Rita in the evening. You should have received an offer from the Van Klee Academy of Fine Arts, right?"
Yang Lu suddenly felt a very psychedelic feeling, and Bai Mo's smile became sunny again at this moment, as if nothing happened just now.
"Well!" Yang Lu said, "I thought you sent me abroad on purpose and didn't want me to pester you anymore, so I came over to ask you face to face."
"How could I not want you to pester me?" Bai Mo winked at Yang Lu, "I'm just helping you contact a teacher that suits you. The prerequisite is that your painting can pass the test."
At this moment, Bai Mo had completely returned to normal, and his indifferent look made Yang Lu even more confused.
If Lu Wan or Chen Xiaoxiao were here, they would definitely feel that this scene was very familiar. It was the same situation when Bai Mo shot and killed people. The violent reaction only lasted for a few hours, and then Bai Mo no longer showed any abnormal behavior.
Seeing Bai Mo blinking, Yang Lu could no longer smile shyly like before.
"What if I go directly to Tea Country?" Yang Lu asked.
"Then I will wait until you come back in three years before I let you see my secret." Bai Mo replied, "If you don't want to go to Tea Country, I will show it to you directly. Even if you give up on me because of this, you You can also have a place to hide from me.”
Bai Mo said two ways, Yang Lu went directly to the Tea Country; Yang Lu did not go to the Tea Country, but gave up on Bai Mo after seeing Bai Mo's gallery, and then went to the Tea Country to avoid him.
In fact, what Bai Mo wanted most was the third way. Yang Lu did not go to the Tea Country and still chose to be with him after learning Bai Mo's secret.
But at this moment, he didn't want to play the emotional card. He knew that Yang Lu was an indecisive girl and could easily be influenced by others.
Yang Lu's mood was even more complicated. Bai Mo even knew that she needed to go for three years, which showed that Bai Mo had been worrying about this matter.
"You care about me, right?" Yang Lu looked directly at Bai Mo.
I love it!
Bai Mo didn't answer like this after all. He just nodded and showed his gentlest smile to Yang Lu, "I feel very relaxed when I am with you."
Is this a confession?
Yang Lu was not sure. She wanted to say that she was willing to stay, but the words stuck in her throat like glutinous rice. No matter how many times she adjusted, she could not say it out.
"It's getting late." Bai Mo suddenly stood up and looked out the window. The rain was still heavy. "It's raining too much. You can stay here and sleep tonight! There is no time to clean up the room upstairs. You sleep on my bed and I sleep on the sofa." , the door can be locked."
After that, Bai Mo walked towards the bedroom and came out after a while holding a blanket.
Bai Mo's expression changed slightly. He saw Yang Lu's entangled look. That kind of entanglement made Bai Mo feel particularly uncomfortable.
He didn't know whether he overestimated love or underestimated the horror of the gallery.
Isn’t that just some perfect work? Why can't Yang Lu understand?
