Soul Painter

　　 Gao Fan thought he was going to the barbershop for a haircut, but he didn't expect Xin Wei to take him home.

　　 Xinwei's family lives in a relatively high-end residential area by the Huangpu River. Her family is very large.

　　 Gao Fan knows that Xin Wei’s father is a very well-known psychologist in China. He is the kind of top scholar who serves as the dean of a certain school, publishes academic journals, and can give lectures at home and abroad, and his income is naturally high.

　　 So, it’s normal to have some style at home.

　　 Of course it is no better than Lin Senhao... Thinking of Lin Senhao, Gao Fan interrupted his thoughts. Investigators always have the magical calamity attribute of ‘what you want to happen’, and Gao Fan doesn’t want Xin Wei to be connected with that mysterious world.

　　 What’s interesting is that in Xin Wei’s house, there are pictures of a woman hanging everywhere, half-length and full-body, all of which were performed on stage.

　　The woman has a graceful posture and a focused look. Standing on the stage is full of sacredness. She should be a dance artist, and her portrait is very similar to Xin Wei.

　　 "My mother." Xin Wei said, "She is a dancer."

　　 As he said, Xin Wei asked Gao Fan to lie down. There was a special barber chair in her house, the kind used in a hair salon, and it was placed in a bathroom next to a studio.

　　 Yes, Xin Wei's family also has a special studio, which makes Gao Fan a little envious.

"Your whole family is connected with art. Your father is a psychologist, your mother is a dancer, and you are a student of oil painting. Well, that's not right. Is a psychologist considered an artist?" Gao Fan was a little skeptical, and then admired. "And you even cut your hair?"

　　 Gao Fan felt Xin Wei's slender fingers rubbing in his hair, a bit professional.

"Before my mother died, her mental state was already very bad. Only my father and I were able to approach her, so we will take care of her daily. We will cut her hair and other things. We are doing it every time at this time, She is always very obedient." Xin Wei said softly.

　　 "...I'm sorry." Gao Fan said, Xin Wei's mother passed away?

"It’s okay, it’s been many years. At that time, I was only a little bit taller than this chair. I was rubbing my mother's hair with the foam in my hands. Mom was lying on the chair. She was in good shape, like a stretched bow. .

　　 When the sun came in, she would turn her head and blow bubbles, blowing all over my face, and then she laughed like a child. I was originally angry, but seeing her smile, I couldn't help but laugh. "Xin Wei was immersed in the memory.

　　 Gao Fan listened quietly.

　　 "You are very similar to my mother." Xin Wei said suddenly.

Ah? Gao Fan raised his eyes and glanced at Xin Wei. At this time, Xin Wei had already picked up the scissors and cut his messy hair.

"You are all geniuses. My mother is a very pure artist. She only has dance in her life. Few people can do this. In her opinion, life is just an accessory to dance, including me, including my dad. .

　　 But, although she loves dancing more than me, I love her more than everything. My dad always calls unfair, saying that I have never loved him like that, but that's it, what can be done? "Xin Wei clicked to cut Gao Fan's hair.

　　"My dad said that this is a psychological disease, called genius artist worship syndrome. I checked it and there was no such disease. He also said it was a kind of Stockholm syndrome, which I know.

　　 He said, because I love my mother so much, when I see a soul similar to her, I can’t help but worship and love. "Xin Wei said.

Oh? Gao Fan looked at Xin Wei from the bottom up. She also looked very beautiful and delicate from this angle, with her soft and white neck attached to her small jaw.

　　 "So...you will write me a love letter?" Gao Fan asked her.

　　 Xin Wei's movements stopped for a while, and the scissors made a dangerous ‘click’ in Gao Fan’s ear. Gao Fan noticed that her earlobes were all red.

　　 was silent for a while.

　　The atmosphere suddenly became a bit charming.

　　 "I always wanted to ask, where did you put that love letter?" Xin Wei asked.

　　 "I throw..." Gao Fan said immediately.

　　 But as soon as he said this word, with a ‘click’, scissors flicked in his ears.

　　 "...Of course it is well kept." Gao Fan has a bad personality and not a bad brain. He knows what to say when.

　　 "That's good." Xin Wei nodded.

　　 Then, there was silence.

　　 can only hear the sound of ‘click’ and ‘click’ scissors.

　　 Gao Fan lay on his back, and he began to study if Xin Wei’s mother had someone else cut her hair every time, could she have a good look?

　　 Or is it purely for the convenience of restricting Xin Wei’s mother, isn’t this posture equal to being **** and let alone slaughtered?

　　If this is the case, does he have to say something nice, otherwise what if Xin Wei stabbed him in the throat?

　　 At this time, Xin Wei finally spoke. There was a strange emotion in her voice, an intense and psychedelic tone.

　　 "So, if someone loves you, you can't love that person." Xin Wei whispered, "People like you will not have the ability to love another of the same kind. You only love art."

　　 Hmm... Gao Fan thought about it.

　　 "Right? You can not love her, but you can't lie to her." Xin Wei whispered in Gao Fan's ear.

　　 The atmosphere is crazy, sweet and dangerous. Gao Fan always felt that Xin Wei would stick scissors in his throat, but he promised that Xin Wei was just an ordinary person and would not make such crazy actions.

　　 But ~www.novelmt.com~ If you are tempted by the devil, with Xin's sensitive, weak and sharp character, it is easier to set foot in the unknown, right?

　　 In STK’s description of human character, there is a word called ‘inspiration’.

　　 Inspiration determines a person to step into the limit of madness. People with higher inspiration, such as Gao Fan, whose SAN value drops below 80, can already hear the murmur from the dark side of the world.

　　 But if someone has low inspiration, they may have to be 70 or even below 60 in order to be exposed to the temptations of those demons.

　　 It is a pity that people with low inspiration are relatively late, and can even be described as stupid. It is always those geniuses in various industries who have high inspiration value to promote human progress.

　　From this point of view, it seems that all human technology, civilization, and cultural progress are nourished from the great existence.

　　 Gao Fan feels that Xin Wei's inspiration is not low, perhaps inherited from her mother's inheritance.

　　 However, Xin Wei at this moment can make Gao Fan feel an interesting attraction.

　　 This girl hides madness under her calm surface~

　　 is silent again.

　　 Gao Fan became bored to count the light bulbs on the ceiling.

　　 The number of light bulbs is extremely large.

　　 "What's that?" Gao Fan asked, pointing to the top of his head.

　　 "Installation art is something my mother likes." Xin Wei said.

　　 "Where is the switch... um." Gao Fan stretched out his right hand and touched a switch under the chair, and he pressed it casually.

　　 On the ceiling that Gao Fan can see with his face up to the sky, a picture made of lights appeared.

　　 The lighting is extremely dazzling and elegant, and it must be the work of a certain designer. A large number of colorful colors are like diamonds dotted in the starry sky, forming a cat with two elk antlers.

　　 That is an elk cat.