Ring Game [Unlimited]

Chapter 16 It Wasn't For Money

Wang Jingjing ran from the second floor back to the living room on the first floor in a panic, while the mad artist behind him stood straight at the stairs on the second floor holding a wooden strip full of nails.

He stared at Wang Jingjing viciously, as if he was about to kill Wang Jingjing, and there were still dots of red on the wooden stick, as if he had just experienced a fight.

Wang Jingjing clutched his chest and panted heavily.

But when the artist was about to go downstairs, he met Fu Xing's gaze. For some reason, the artist seemed to be avoiding Fu Xing's gaze. Even the bloody wooden stick was put away behind his back. , it seems that he doesn't want to be seen by Fu Xing.

But the more he was like this, the tighter Fu Xing's gaze became, and more and more doubts came in his heart. Is this artist afraid of him?

Because I was afraid of him, I dared not come down.Because I was afraid of him, I collected the wooden sticks in my hand.

He couldn't figure it out, but the artist had already turned around and disappeared into the corridor on the second floor.

"Wang Jingjing, what's going on! What kind of demon are you?!" Liu Xiaoqing tugged on Wang Jingjing's collar unceremoniously, almost eating her.

"Where's He Xiao?! Sister Jingjing, how can you go so far! You used me and him to forget it, but now you actually crossed the river and demolished the bridge, and even harmed him! I trusted you so much back then, I was really blind!!"

Before this wave of operations by Wang Jingjing was exposed, she was indeed a "enthusiastic old player" character design, but after being exposed, her character design could not be collapsed again.

Liu Lulu and Liu Xiaoqing sang together and became more and more popular.

But he didn't notice that Fu Xing had already followed towards the second floor.

With great difficulty, Qi Ze interrupted the two women and started a series of verbal attacks. Then he asked, what happened to Wang Jingjing on the second floor just now?

"He Xiao was injured. He was injured by the painter. I don't know if he is still alive. I was too scared, so I came down." Wang Jingjing answered calmly.

"Aren't you afraid, your selling teammate? Afraid? Then you can still run? Shouldn't you be weak?!" Liu Lulu began to condemn, and at the same time, she also felt grateful that Qi Zefeng gave her to him in time. Woke up.

"Don't interrupt." Qi Zefeng gave Liu Lulu a disdainful look, and continued to ask Wang Jingjing: "What happened next? What did you do on the second floor just now? Why did you anger the artist?"

Wang Jingjing faltered and said, "Yesterday, Mr. Fu was not in the artist's room. After staying for a long time, He Xiao and I were secretly listening at the door... The artist said that he was looking for him to be a model... Then at night Come and knock on my door, and yours, early this morning, He Xiao said that he would go to the artist's room to have a look, saying that he wanted to be a model, and he said it was the basic task of producing a copy. So..."

"So you let He Xiao try to see if the conditions are met. If so, you go, if not, you run away, right?"

Wang Jingjing didn't say anything, it was a tacit agreement.

"Forget it, the most important thing now is to plan, what should we do next." Qi Zefeng had just collected his mind and was about to start discussing the next plan when he realized that Fu Xing had disappeared.

Strange movements started upstairs again, didn't they?Fu Xing went to 1V1 melee?

The movement became louder and louder, as if something was being smashed, and then Fu Xing's yelling was heard.

"You dare not face it...you will always...I will tell you when I meet..."

"You are escaping...!"

What's the situation, who is Fu Xing talking to, and why are they arguing.

Qi Zefeng got up quickly, ready to go upstairs, found a stick by his side that could barely defend himself, and went upstairs.

The housekeeper was still mixing wine gracefully, apparently preparing lunch.

The lunch looked very sumptuous, and it seemed that there were guests coming.

As soon as Qi Ze arrived at the stairs on the second floor, he saw Fu Xing coming out with He Xiao covered in blood. He Xiao wasn't dead yet, but was injured, a serious injury.

The smell of blood filled Qi Zefeng's entire nasal cavity in an instant.

"Qi Ze, go ahead. I still have things to do."

After that, he went back to the artist's room.

The room was even messier than when Fu Xing came last time.

He even suspected that Mr. Jess had a mania, smashing things every day.

But it doesn't matter, wait until the copy is refreshed the next day, and everything will return to the original state.

"Mr. Jess, I think we should have a good chat. Don't get excited." Fu Xing looked at the unkempt Mr. Jess, as if he was not the same person as the polite Mr. Jess in a suit and tie yesterday.

His eyes fell on the shattered plaster statue of David in the corner, the same way he was shattered yesterday.

Even the location was exactly the same. Fu Xing appeased Mr. Jess while looking at other things in the room.

Some things haven't changed, not even their location.

Could it be that there is a theory of different time and space?Artists have to go crazy once a day?

Fu Xing remembered the afternoon when he first entered the dungeon, the artist also went crazy and messed up.

Day three too.

Only yesterday was not, because yesterday Fu Xing was in this room.

"Mr. Jess, you sit down first, we said calmly, I have always respected you, just now I was abrupt, and took away your model without your permission. But..." Fu Xing Picking up the painting from the ground, "The characters in the oil painting are not the model herself."

In fact, what Fu Xing wanted to complain about was that the artist actually drew a Mona Lisa after the bloody He Xiao, which was beyond his expectation.

Surprisingly, the painting is quite similar.

"Mr. Jess, you are an excellent artist. Whether it is your conversation, your academics, or your painting techniques, it is worth learning from me. Just like some people are born artists, and In my eyes you are."

"I'm not!!! I can't draw well! I can't draw! People like me don't deserve to be liked by you!" He slumped on the ground and roared with all his strength, but Fu Xing could hear the sound behind the roar. of despair.

"No, Mr. Jess, you are very good. You are the most persistent one in the pursuit of art among so many oil painters I have seen."

"I'm not! I'm not!!"

"I'm really not...!"

"I'm not...I'm not..."

Mr. Jess' negative voice echoed throughout the room, even Liu Xiaoqing who was sitting in the living room could hear it clearly.

But in his negation after sentence after sentence, his mood slowly began to stabilize.

Fu Xing squatted in front of Mr. Jess, "So, my Mr. Artist, whether as your friend or as a believer who worships you, I hope you will stop being someone else's shadow."

At this moment, Mr. Jess was kneeling among the layers of canvas, weeping silently.

Fu Xing looked at the white-haired painter. He said that he had been painting oil paintings for 60 years. It is from the harmony of color proportions, from the canvas materials of different periods, from the strokes of each stroke, and even the fineness to the painting time.

In order to imitate the mood of the author when painting, he even made each room exactly like the room of the oil painting master.

It may have taken him 60 years to complete the imitation of more than 20 world famous paintings.

Fu Xing probably understands why artists are so obsessed with it, why they try their best to imitate masterpieces these years, maybe they just want to be liked and accepted by the public, so as to prove themselves.

To satisfy the so-called sense of accomplishment.

Yes, no artist does not want to be recognized by the world.

Some people say that after getting through loneliness, there are flowers and applause.

But Fu Xing knows that on the road of art, this regulation is not absolute.

Some people work hard all their lives, but they can't get a flower. They can only stand behind the famous people and be shadows silently.

Although Fu Xing has only painted oil paintings for a few years, he can't empathize with Mr. Jess, who has devoted almost his whole life to art, but he can understand his hardships in these years.

His heart was a little sour. This gentleman is obviously so powerful, but he just put his energy into imitating the paintings of these masters.For a person whose art can reach this stage, it is impossible for him to do it for money.

Fu Xing took out a few oil paints from his pocket, but luckily they were not cleaned up by the system when he entered the dungeon.He put the paint in front of Mr. Jess.

There seemed to be some strange light flickering in Fu Xing's eyes, and he looked at Mr. Jess seriously.

"Mr. Jess, you must be able to become who you want to be."

[The author has something to say: the last sentence comes from Jiang Jiang Yunsheng's "You must be able to become the person you want to be"

No matter what occupation you are in or what age you are, I hope you will always be yourself.

You don't have to cater to the world, and you don't have to do things you didn't do first for the so-called "goal".

You are not someone's shadow, you are just yourself.

I hope you and I can be who we want to be. 】