The first volume of the funeral Chapter 22: Once a Sunny Boy
“Fuck!” Wei Dong threw the ticket to the ground and stomped on it a few times. “Can you tear it up and burn it?! Can you?!”
Doctor Qin shook his head: "The consequence of damage is death in the real world, and the death is always extremely tragic or painful."
Wei Dong bent down to pick up the ticket and laughed, revealing his despair and helplessness.
Ke Xun put the ticket back into his pocket and looked up at Mu Yiran.
Then I discovered that this big guy was wearing a neat and elegant suit on the upper body and only a pair of boxer briefs on the lower body.
Ke Xun: “…” He took off the person’s pants before leaving the painting.
No wonder she just stared at him as if she wanted to eat him alive.
"Hey," Ke Xun hurried over, "Boss, I was wrong. Take off your outer clothes to cover your lower body first, I'll call a taxi to park at the back door, and then Dongzi and I will escort you to the car. Are you from this city?"
Boss Mu continued to devour him alive with his eyes.
"You're not from this city? Well, why don't you go to my house first? My house is very close to here. You can wear my clothes first, okay?" Ke Xun said and winked at Wei Dong.
Wei Dong nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, big brother, you can't just go to the hotel in this state, there are people everywhere. It's not convenient to go to my house. My parents are here. Ke'er lives alone. There is no one else at home, so there is no need to worry about being seen. It's convenient to do something... Well, I mean, taking a shower, changing clothes, etc., it's very convenient. We have been in the painting for so long, crawling around every day, and our bodies are dirty. Big brother, you look like a clean person. Can you bear to go home to wash and change?"
This was probably what Zhong Mu Yiran was afraid of. Sure enough, he frowned but didn't say anything against it.
Ke Xun breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Dr. Qin: "What are your plans? How about going to my house first?"
Doctor Qin smiled and shook his head: "No, I want to go back first. My family is not from this city. It's still in time to buy a ticket now and get home before the evening. Let's say goodbye now. After all, we will meet again soon. Take care."
Having said this, he left the exhibition hall first with tired steps.
The pancake stall owner and Ma Zhenhua were still lying on the ground, both of them smelling of urine.
"Boss, now that things have come to this, let's take it easy," Weidong stepped forward and pulled up the pancake boss, "Go back and take a good rest. Don't do anything stupid. We're lucky this time, maybe we can escape safely next time. Everything depends on human efforts, right? Let's go back quickly."
The pancake stall owner was like a puppet, just listening to whatever others said, and left the exhibition hall in a daze.
No one paid any attention to Ma Zhenhua. Ke Xun tried to pull Mu Yiran's arm, but he shook it off. He coldly took off his suit jacket and covered his body with it.
Ke Xun asked Wei Dong to go outside and call a taxi, and the three of them left the art museum through the back door in a secretive manner.
As soon as he went out, he saw it was raining. Wei Dong couldn't help but feel strange: "It was raining when we entered the painting, why is it still raining when we leave the painting? Master, has the rain not stopped these few days?"
The driver was even more surprised than him: "Brother, are you from another place? Today is the only day it rains here recently."
"Huh?" Wei Dong was about to retort, but Ke Xun reached out and pressed him, and he quickly shut up.
Ke Xun took out his cell phone from his pocket and saw that the signal that had disappeared for a long time had returned. The date and time of the connection clearly showed the time before the two people entered the painting.
Ke Xun asked Mu Yiran in a low voice: "Is the time that passes when we enter the painting unrelated to reality?"
Mu Yiran ignored him.
Ke Xun nodded in understanding: "That is to say, no matter how long we stay in the painting, the time in the real world will stay at the time before entering the painting."
As he spoke, he took out the ticket from his pocket and looked at the time printed on it again.
The next time I enter the painting will be in 13 days.
The place where Ke Xun lived was a new house he bought in a new residential area in the city center that had only been built for two years after he sold the house left by his parents.
Ke Xun lived on the top floor. The house was not small, but there were not many pieces of furniture. The largest piece of furniture was the double bed in the bedroom. It had a metallic blue three-piece bed set, and the quilt was not folded but just piled up at the end of the bed.
Ke Xun took out a set of his own clothes from the closet and handed them to Mu Yiran: "Just wear whatever you like. All of my clothes are casual and sporty, no formal wear."
Fortunately, Mu Yiran did not show any contempt. He took the clothes expressionlessly and said coldly, "Get out."
"Do you want to take a shower before changing clothes?" Ke Xun asked him.
Mu Yiran paused and went to the bathroom first.
Hearing the sound of the bathroom door closing with a bang, Ke Xun scratched his head and stretched his body towards the sky.
Looking around his empty and simple house, Ke Xun felt that everything still seemed particularly unreal.
In fact, ever since he went from being a child from an ordinary but harmonious family to an orphan all alone, he felt that his life was like entering an unreal dream.
Everything in this dream was like the house he lived in now, pale, empty, monotonous and cold.
Ke Xun smiled and turned into the kitchen.
After Mu Yiran came out of the bathroom, he found that half of his clothes hanging outside were missing, even his boxer briefs were nowhere to be found. He frowned, and the veins on his forehead began to throb wildly.
He suppressed his anger and reluctantly put on the clothes that Ke Xun had given him. He wore a white T-shirt on the upper body and a pair of light grey sweatpants on the lower body. They were comfortable and loose, and the length was just right. However, when he looked in the mirror, he felt a little uncomfortable.
Mu Yiran never wears clothes of this style. The self in the mirror feels like someone else. For some reason, he lacks self-control and sharpness, and becomes a little more relaxed and sloppy.
Mu Yiran combed his wet hair neatly with his fingers and looked at himself in the mirror a few more times.
Still feels like something is wrong.
Is it because this white T-shirt makes me look like an innocent college student?
Mu Yiran made his gaze more profound.
No, it's still not right.
He stared at himself in the mirror with a frown on his face.
After a long time, I finally found the root cause.
On the white T-shirt in the mirror, a string of eye-opening English words were printed in black Thunderbolt font: HT?idAmAI.
The small blue vein cracked with a "pop" sound.
Mu Yiran walked out of the bathroom with a thick layer of frost on his face. He glanced at the empty living room and saw nothing else except a few lazy sofas that were slumped on the white wooden floor, just like their owners.
There were some noises coming from the kitchen. Mu walked over happily and saw through the glass door with a black titanium frame, Ke Xun was stirring something in the pot with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a spoon.
Can this person cook?
As if he noticed something, Ke Xun turned around, was stunned for a moment, then smiled: She's so cute wearing such youthful clothes with such an icy face.
Seeing Mu Yiran's bad look, Ke Xun put on a serious face, ran over and opened the door, smiling harmlessly: "Are you hungry? I'll make some coconut milk curry fried rice, it will be ready soon, you take a rest first, the water in the water dispenser was newly replaced yesterday, don't worry about drinking it."
Seeing that Mu Yiran still had a dead look on his face, Ke Xun thought for a moment and added, "If you don't like drinking plain water, there are instant coffee and bagged milk tea under the water dispenser, and there are cola and green tea in the refrigerator. If that doesn't work, I'll go downstairs to the convenience store and buy you some Nutri-Express."
The veins on Mu Yiran's forehead began to jump again.
Ke Xun observed his expression and quickly reached out to close the glass door: "The kitchen is full of fumes, please go sit in the living room."
"Clothes." Mu Yiran squeezed out a few words coldly from between his teeth.
"Oh, I stuffed the clothes you took off into your pocket. You can take them to the dry cleaners later. You've been wearing them in the painting for several days. Wash them to get rid of the bad luck." Ke Xun closed the door and walked back to the stove to continue stir-frying the rice in the pot.
Mu Yiran didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore and turned to go to his bedroom.
I opened the white built-in closet, and saw clothes of various colors hanging inside. I looked through the styles and found that they were all casual and relaxed, with T-shirts, hoodies and sweatpants accounting for the majority.
Mu Yiran picked out a white T-shirt with only a brand logo on the chest and put it on again. He hung the one he was wearing in the closet and was about to close the door when he saw a dozen or so photos crookedly pasted on the inner wall of the closet.
After a quick glance, I saw that most of the photos included Ke Xun.
There was the flamboyant and unruly him in his youth, the youthful and handsome him in his childhood, and the ignorant and cute him in his childhood.
Other people may be his parents and family, his friends and partners, or his cats and dogs. Every photo is full of the breath of life, and every picture is overflowing with a carefree and happy atmosphere.
It's like two completely different worlds from the house he lives in now.
Mu Yiran took a few more glances at the photo of Ke Xun's parents.
Ke Xun's appearance is a combination of all the good features of his parents, with bright eyes and eyebrows and clear features. He was cute in his childhood, handsome in his youth, and handsome in his youth.
As if to coincide with this evaluation, Mu Yiran saw a photo of Ke Xun grinning with a medal hanging on his chest, on which was written in pen: "I am who I am, the handsome guy who won the gold medal - Ke Xunti".
"..."Mu Yiran closed his eyes that were blinded by the spicy taste.
Just before closing the cabinet door, I unfortunately caught a glimpse of a line of words on another photo of Ke Xun training in the horse-riding squat position: The world is so magical, it created this handsome guy - Ke Xun's title.
When Mr. Ke came out of the kitchen carrying two plates of coconut curry fried rice, he saw Mu Yiran standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window looking out.
The sky in the city was beautifully overcast, with a thin golden light shining through the grey three-dimensional clouds. The rain was still falling, but a rainbow had appeared in the distance. The tall and short white and grey buildings in front of the eyes had a somewhat fresh and clean flavor under the filtering color of the drizzle.
"The view is pretty good, right?" Ke Xun stretched out his legs, hooked out the low table that was blocked behind the lazy sofa, and put the food on it. "I chose the high floor here just to stand high and see far. Come, eat." He took out two bottles of green tea from his armpit and put them on the table.
Mu turned to look at him in delight.
Ke Xun was afraid that he would continue to carry it, so he pointed at the fried rice and said, "Every grain of it is hard-earned. If you don't want to eat it, I'll have to throw it all away."
Mu Yiran walked over with an expressionless face, and as soon as his butt touched the sofa, his whole body sank into it unexpectedly, directly changing from a sitting position to a supine position, a perfect Beijing collapse.
Mu Yiran: "..."
Seeing that the boss's face was beginning to turn cold again, Ke Xun hurriedly smiled and said, "I rarely have outsiders here. My buddies are like high-level paraplegics when they come in. They wish they could use the toilet while lying down. I don't have a proper sofa, so you have to make do with it. If I were alone, I wouldn't sit on the sofa, I'd just sit on the floor."
Mu Yiran endured it again and again, and finally sat down on the sofa. He picked up the spoon in the bowl with a gloomy face.
Shrimp, cod, scallops, green peppers, red peppers, paired with golden coconut curry sauce and mixed with thick rice, are full of color, aroma and taste.
"How is it? Is it delicious?" Ke Xun, who was sitting opposite him, looked at him with narrowed eyes and smiled.
After a long while, Mu Yiran said "hmm".
