I met a netizen on the Internet, his name is Awen, who is studying at the University of Arts. The first time I met him, he was very impressed, because he was very thin and had pale skin. He wears a long-sleeved black turtleneck and long pants all year round. He likes painting, especially oil painting.
Once asked why he always wears a high collar, he replied that he didn’t want to show it because his neck was hurt. We rarely talk about each other’s own affairs.
“Would you like to be my model?” He suddenly asked me while seeing an art exhibition.
“Me? Nothing.” I shook my head with a dry smile.
His profile is pretty good, his facial features are very good, but the dark circles under his eyes are deep, and his eyes are a little red. It may be because he often stays up late. There is a long thin scar on the edge of his ear.
“What do you think people are most afraid of?” He blinked and moved slowly to the next painting.
“What are you afraid of? Afraid to surpass what you can understand.” I followed him and found many girls looking here. It’s really weird for someone to wear a high-necked black shirt with long sleeves on a hot day.
“For example?” he continued to ask.
“The fourth dimension? Ghosts, demons, gods? Or coincidences, chance conditions, karma.”
“Ghosts are not Scary, right?” He stared at me deeply with bloodshot eyes, “I am painting in a haunted studio, but I have never encountered it.”
“Haunted?” To one For people who are extremely fond of spirits, this is gossip that cannot be let go.
“The basement of the building on the right of the University of the Arts.”
I lowered my head and squinted and thought, there was a rumor that the University of Arts was haunted and there was a painting in it. People will come out.
“Want to visit?” He turned his head and looked at me.
With a strange curiosity, I followed Awen to the University of the Arts. This university has a history of more than 50 years, and any building can be classified as a historical relic.
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I followed him to the entrance of the building on the right side of the university.
It suddenly became cold.
I turned my head and looked around, and it was only almost two o’clock in the afternoon. Such a hot day actually brought a chilling breeze. I felt uneasy inexplicably.
“Are you afraid of the cold?” He asked me without looking back.
“Why ask?” I was puzzled.
“Because… it’s cold below.” He opened the heavy glass door, and suddenly a strong wind came, as if something came out.Normally, my whole body was untenable because of the unexpected wind, and I fell to the ground.
I screamed and stood up quickly.
Awen ignored my actions, did not look back, just walked away. I hurriedly followed behind him. When I stepped down the stairs, the surrounding air seemed to drop several degrees in an instant, and the surrounding lights were dim, flashing and flashing, which was strange.
I rubbed my arms to speed up my pace.
Going down the stairs and then to the basement, there is a small classroom with lights on, and the sign on it says: Atelier.
Awen took out the key and opened the door. As soon as I stepped into the painting room with him, the heavy oil painting smell rushed into my face.
“I usually paint here.” Awen looked around blankly.
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“Can I see your work?” I pinched my nose and asked.
Awen didn’t answer me, so he searched for things by himself.
There are countless works around the painting room. There are several plaster statues stacked in the middle. There are high-quality paintings of oil or watercolor on the wall. One is very eye-catching-in front of the classroom. A large oil painting is hung on it, with a woman’s face painted on it. Her facial features are beautiful, her eyes are closed, her skin is white and translucent, with a matte finish, and the background is dark blue, like a woman lying on the water.
I was deeply attracted by the painting, it was very real, and it felt a little familiar. I can’t help but admire the artist’s skill, she reminds me of Mona Lisa’s smile.
I can’t help reaching out to touch the woman’s face on this painting.
“That’s the haunted one.” Awen spoke suddenly, but did not look up.
My hand stopped in mid-air, and the leisurely feeling of admiring the painting just disappeared. It was replaced by a faint feeling from the bottom of my heart.
“This painting?” I stared at the huge woman’s face before me. The feeling of this painting is so peaceful, how can it be haunted?
“Don’t you want to see my paintings?” Awen moved out several paintings.
“Oh.” I hurriedly left the painting, turned around and came to him, trying not to turn my head to look at the painting again, but I kept caring for no reason.
There are more than a dozen paintings of Awen, all of them are women. They are nude, half-length, sideways, lying down, and sitting. They have all kinds of postures, only The same is that those women have no faces. The face is either painted over and over again, or left blank, none of the facial features are complete.
“Why don’t you draw your face? “I asked suspiciously. At this time, I don’t know why it feels weird behind me.
“Well, I can’t draw it. “Awen squeezed his chin with his right hand, held his right elbow with his left hand, and began to think.
“How do you say?” “I looked at his profile and felt uncomfortable behind him inexplicably.
“I want to surpass that haunted painting. Although it will be haunted, it is very realistic and very Not bad. I have always wanted to draw that feeling, but there is no way. “Awen’s tone revealed his disappointment.
“Yes, that picture is really good.” “My spine felt cold,” By the way, how could that painting be haunted? ”