Chapter 955: Studio (Seeking monthly tickets at the end of the month)

Sifang Street is near a well-known scenic spot in Yangdu and belongs to a part of the old city. The Jinxiu Dongfang residential complex is also quite old, with no building exceeding six floors, and elevators have been installed.

Lu Mian followed behind Anderson, turning to the building closest to the entrance of the residential complex.

When walking up the stairs, he couldn't help but raise his right hand to pinch his nose.

A variety of strong odors permeated here.

Anderson turned his body and laughed:

"The whole building is being renovated."

Two balls of white paper had already been stuffed into his nostrils at some point.

"Why is the whole building being renovated?" Lu Mian didn't hide his confusion.

Anderson glanced at him and said with a smile:

"This residential complex is too old. Most of the owners have moved away and chosen to rent out the vacant rooms. Someone rented all the rooms in this building, intending to..."

Speaking of this, Anderson paused, and the smile in the dim stairwell became obvious, his voice following low:

"Intending to open a homestay hotel."

"Colored Painting," right? That person is yourself, right? Lu Mian had a certain psychological preparation for this, frowned slightly, and said:

"Isn't there a studio in this building?

"How can you say you rented all the rooms?"

Anderson tightened the white paper balls in his nostrils:

"Is there a possibility that the person who opened that studio is the person who rented the rest of the rooms?

"The homestay hotel he wants to open is adjacent to the scenic spot, hidden in the residential complex, with painting as the theme."

Lu Mian still pinched his nose and pretended to suddenly realize:

"So that's it."

Based on the fact that the renovation smell in the stairwell was too strong, the two didn't slow down while talking and soon came to the top floor, which was the sixth floor.

Both households here had their doors open, and there was colorful spray painting on the wall facing the stairs. The core of the spray painting was four characters:

"Mute Studio"

"This name is quite, special." Lu Mian evaluated sincerely.

Arriving here, the renovation smell had faded.

Anderson took off the white paper balls stuffed in his nostrils and explained seriously:

"Painting is done with hands, not mouths. Mute represents the studio's expectations for the students: focus, quietness, and attentiveness."

"That's a really good explanation." Lu Mian clapped his hands pa-pa-pa.

Anderson didn't take offense and said with a smile:

"This isn't my forced explanation; it's what the studio owner said."

"My sister once taught me dialectics, believing that even the worst words can find a good side. Do you think that's right?" Lu Mian asked with a smile.

Anderson nodded:

"If you think it's right, then it's right."

He led Lu Mian toward the door on the left.

Lu Mian didn't rush in, standing at the door and looking at the living room, which was quite spacious.

It had clearly undergone some renovation, with oil paintings hanging on the walls:

There was a piece of darkness, with only a little golden-red "Dawn" painted in the distance, a "Storm" with deep blue waves surging, a "Pilgrim" with a large number of blurred figures walking on the wilderness, and a ferocious "Monster" crawling out from the seabed and "Pirates" rescuing their own ship.

This "Pirates" painting made Lu Mian suddenly think of the latest volume of "The Great Adventurer." He saw vines growing on the heads of those figures, forming a watermelon, and milky white liquid spraying everywhere on the deck.

Is this restoring Gehrman Sparrow's experience? Lu Mian thought thoughtfully while staring at the giant "leech"-like sea monster with sharp teeth full of its mouth for two seconds.

Anderson walked to the drawing board in the middle of the living room and turned his body.

Lu Mian looked around, followed in with a pace that was neither fast nor slow, and asked "puzzled":

"Where is the studio owner?"

Anderson raised his right hand and pointed at himself.

"You are the studio owner?" Lu Mian confirmed "surprised."

Anderson nodded.

Lu Mian suddenly revealed a smile:

"Why did you stop talking? Did your throat suddenly go mute? Did you become a mute?"

Anderson, wearing a black T-shirt, started using sign language.

Lu Mian watched for a long time and didn't understand what he was expressing, so he said thoughtfully:

"I wonder if there's a small program that translates sign language..."

Anderson picked up a paintbrush and took a piece of white paper from the side, writing down dark red content.

Unlike Lu Mian and the others, he could write the common language of the dream city.

Lu Mian focused his attention and saw a paragraph written on the white paper:

"It's best not to speak in the studio; treat yourself as a mute."

Lu Mian raised his eyebrows. Before he could speak, he saw Anderson write another sentence with dark red pigment with a gloomy expression:

"You spoke just now."

Lu Mian suddenly felt a chill behind his neck, as if a cold wind had blown past.

He didn't look back, seemingly not feeling anything at all.

Anderson wrote another paragraph, and the dark red of the pigment seemed to become much more vivid:

"Do you know this person?"

After writing, he turned the drawing board over, letting the painting appear before Lu Mian's eyes.

That was a painting of a woman, tall, with a thin face, clear and limpid light blue eyes, and an appearance that was bright and atmospheric, carrying a strange sharpness.

This was Lu Mian himself.

It was his female image!

Lu Mian's face bloomed with a smile, answering Anderson's question:

"Don't know."

Accompanied by the echo of his voice, something cold and wet suddenly stuck to his back.

Lu Mian grabbed back abruptly, and crimson flames burned in his palm.

As the flames compressed layer by layer, he saw what was attacking him.

That was the giant "leech" from the "Monster" oil painting. Its pinkish-to-transparent body extended out from the painting, its mouth opened to the maximum, capable of biting an adult's head.

Looking at the dense, pale sharp teeth with bloody roots, Lu Mian directly slapped the fireball that was already crimson and near white onto it.

Boom!

The fireball exploded instantly, enveloping the sea monster that had crawled out of the painting.

The shockwave carrying the flames swept toward the surroundings rapidly, wanting to ignite every painting, every drawing board, and every person here!

Just at this moment, azure seawater surged out from the "Storm" oil painting, splashing into the room and drowning all the flames.

Lu Mian's figure disappeared from the spot and appeared behind the mute Anderson.

His eyes were completely iron-black, reflecting a touch of paleness.

Lu Mian clenched his right fist and stabbed it out with a "pa," hitting the back of the mute Anderson.

This punch carried a rumbling explosion, tearing Anderson's flesh, piercing through his body, and hitting the oil painting with Lu Mian's female image and the drawing board.

The mute Anderson's body ruptured suddenly, thinning rapidly, turning into a portrait with a huge gap.

This portrait, along with the oil painting with Lu Mian's female image, was ignited by the crimson flames. In just a few seconds, it turned into ashes that were black and light.

And as the mute Anderson turned back into a painting, whether it was the azure seawater pouring into the room or the sea monsters wanting to come out one after another, they all disappeared, leaving only those oil paintings that were standing still.

Lu Mian scanned the room and found that there was really one less giant "leech" in the "Monster" painting, and there were traces of being watered and fragments of paper that hadn't been burned through all over the studio floor.

It became exceptionally quiet here, with no biological existence other than Lu Mian himself.

Lu Mian then turned around the two rooms that made up the studio and didn't find any other anomalies.

Those paintings were no longer eerie and no longer had a sense of mystery.

He left here and walked down the stairs, seeing the tenants in the residential complex looking around in groups of three or five.

They had just heard the sound of the explosion but hadn't found the source of the explosion and hadn't found any damage to any building in the residential complex, so they could only attribute this to a high-speed fighter jet flying past at high altitude.

Lu Mian passed through them and returned to the entrance of the residential complex.

A figure suddenly reflected in his pupils.

That figure had golden hair and blue eyes, wore a white shirt and black trousers, and had his hands in his pants pockets, as if he were one of the people watching the fun.

Anderson!

Anderson Hu De!

Discovering Lu Mian, Anderson asked with a look of surprise:

"You've already arrived and entered the residential complex?"

Lu Mian revealed a smile:

"I'm used to arriving early."

Anderson followed with a smile:

"Me too."

After Lu Mian walked in front of him, he asked with a smile:

"Was it fun playing just now?"

"Very fun." Lu Mian maintained his smile and said pointedly, "I want to come again."

Anderson Hu De nodded lightly.

He was about to speak, but suddenly looked left and right.

"Wait until next time." Anderson withdrew his gaze and said with a smile, "Contact on WeChat."

He raised his right palm holding the phone.

He didn't mention visiting the studio, nor did he ask whether Lu Mian's friend was interested in signing up for a course. Lu Mian didn't take the initiative to open the topic in this regard either, waving his hand:

"Then I'll go first."

"Goodbye." Anderson also waved his hand.

Lu Mian passed this tutoring class teacher and walked toward the roadside.

A gray sedan drove over and stopped in front of him.

Lu Mian opened the car door, sat in, and said to Anthony in the driver's seat:

"Go to Gongren Road."

Anthony nodded and drove the vehicle into the traffic.

Franca, Luo Shan, and Zhou Mingrui were having dinner on Gongren Road tonight, where there was a Taro Chicken hot pot restaurant.

As the vehicle drove, the sound of chewing kept ringing in the back row.

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Gongren Road, inside a Taro Chicken hot pot restaurant named "Yizhou Chicken."

Franca and Luo Shan came earlier, chose a seat by the window, and ordered chicken and taro, but didn't order anything else.

The two each wanted a bottle of iced soy milk and didn't feel at all that there was any problem with Zhou Mingrui choosing such a noisy, lively, and not-so-upscale place to eat.

What's important is whether it's delicious!

Near 6:50 PM, Zhou Mingrui, wearing a black shirt, walked in.

"Over here, over here!" Luo Shan waved happily.

Zhou Mingrui bypassed other tables and walked over, saying while sitting down:

"There were a few more things near the end of work."

"We set it for seven o'clock." Luo Shan didn't care at all, pointing to Franca, "This is my neighbor and colleague, Luo Fu."

Zhou Mingrui glanced at Franca and said with a smile:

"We've met. Let's order food first."

Franca looked at the sky that had darkened a bit outside, feeling a bit nervous in her heart.

ps: Seeking monthly tickets for the last two days~

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 956 =====