Chapter 6 Chapter One

"Has he flown away?" Lin Hai lay at the window of his dormitory, looking up at the blue sky of Shanghai, only hearing the faint roar of planes in the sky.At this moment, his parchment is already on the Air France flight, all Lin Hai can do is pray silently. He retracted his head from the window, and slowly spread out his left hand, the red writing on the palm is still dazzling - "Aider moi". Lin Hai washes his hands every day, but he can't wash off the writing on his hands. He also thought about going to the Chemistry Department for help, but he gave up.Maybe he still wanted to keep those words, because it was some soul asking him for help, but he didn't know what to do.Yes, since seeing Margaret in the painting in the art gallery, Lin Hai's life has been completely changed. He spends most of his time huddled in the dormitory, and dare not go out at night, even if he goes to the toilet. I have to hold back until dawn.As long as there was any movement in the dormitory in the middle of the night, he would be frightened into a cold sweat immediately.

Every morning, Lin Hai would have the same dream. He saw Margaret—the face in the painting was vividly presented in front of his eyes. She stretched out her left hand to caress Lin Hai's hair, while holding a human head in her right hand.Lin Hai let her caress mesmerizedly, until he gradually saw the appearance of the human head, and it actually had a face exactly like his own—it turned out that it was his own head. Whenever he saw this scene in his dream, he would scream and jump up from the bed, scaring several roommates half to death.Now his roommates almost regarded him as mentally ill, and he himself felt that he was not far from hysteria.

So, Lin Hai thought of the old house again, since he spent the night in the attic that night, he never went there again.Since no one has been inside for ten years, why did the paintings on the attic disappear?And the parchment book found under the dormer window, who actually hid it inside? Grandpa has long since died. I am afraid that only father in this world knows the answer. Lin Hai nodded, yes, why don't you go to find your father?Maybe we can find the answer to the mystery from him. He immediately left the dormitory, lowered his head, rushed out of the school, and got on a bus to Qingpu, a suburb of the city.

People used to call Lin Hai's father Dr. Lin. He used to be the best doctor in the mental hospital. It is said that he was very handsome when he was young, and many girls secretly liked him.It's a pity that he spent his whole life in a mental hospital, dealing with a bunch of paranoid people all day long. He didn't have the chance to be promoted until he was fifty, but he didn't want an accident to happen.A patient with severe delusions imagined that the people in white clothes were demons, and locked him up just to steal his internal organs, so he attacked Dr. Lin in the middle of the night.The unlucky Dr. Lin was not only seriously injured and had to lie on the hospital bed for three months. What's more, he was severely stimulated psychologically and could no longer work in the mental hospital.Dr. Lin could only go through the formalities of sick leave, and returned home sadly. After the catastrophe, he was exhausted physically and mentally. He could no longer bear the noisy environment of the city, so he moved to the suburbs with fresh air, rented a two-story farmhouse, and spent all day in the house. Cultivate the body and mind in the fields to restore the body and mind that have suffered serious injuries.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Hai arrived at the side of the road in Qingpu countryside. In April, the countryside was full of rapeseed yellow flowers, and the scene was spectacular. The farmhouse rented by my father was in a rapeseed field. The door of the farmhouse was not locked. Lin Hai quietly pushed open the door and walked in. He saw his father watering the flowers by the window sill.I haven't seen my father for more than two months, and his expression is still so serious.Fortunately, Lin Hai was already familiar with this stern face. When he was a child, he rarely saw his father's smiling face. He was silent and indifferent all day long. It seemed that he was influenced by the patients in the mental hospital, or it might be inherited from his grandfather. The cold gene.

Although he is so old, Lin Hai still has a natural sense of fear towards his father. He first asked tentatively: "Dad, I suddenly remembered something recently. It has been ten years since Grandpa passed away, right? Why don't you rent out an old house? What a waste to keep it empty." "No, I don't want to rent out." His father categorically rejected his question. Lin Hai hesitated for a moment, and finally said tremblingly: "Well, I went back to the old house to take a look a few days ago. I remember seeing a small portrait in my grandfather's attic when I was young, but this time I went to see it. did not see."

"Small portrait?" "It's a portrait of a foreign woman, it's hanging on the wall next to the small wooden bed, dad, do you know?" My father shook his head and said, "No, there has never been such a portrait. After your grandfather passed away, I went to the small attic and saw nothing but a wooden bed." "You mean that this portrait didn't exist ten years ago?" "Yes, it never existed. One year before your grandfather passed away, when I was redecorating the old house, I also climbed to the attic to look at it. There were no portraits at all."

His father's words were so loud that Lin Hai couldn't tolerate doubts at all.In an instant, Lin Hai only felt his heart sink, and a terrible thought popped up... No, this is impossible!He closed his eyes and dared not think any more. However, his father told the past that he did not dare to recall: "Son, do you remember? When you were young, you often sleepwalked, saying that you saw someone who had long since died." Lin Hai's face suddenly turned pale, and his lips trembled as he replied, "Yes, I still remember, I remember seeing my mother." "But at that time, your mother was already gone, and all you saw was air, a phantom in your own heart."

"Don't, don't talk about mom!" Lin Hai lowered his head in pain. When he was five years old, his mother died in a sudden car accident.For so many years, the image of his mother in his mind was always a young woman.It was his father who raised him alone, so he was a child who lacked maternal love, and often cried secretly for not having a mother.When he was about ten years old, he often sleepwalked in the middle of the night, and always said that he saw his mother in the kitchen. Whenever this happened, his father would slap him to wake him up from his sleepwalking. The father continued to speak sternly: "Because you have no mother since you were a child, you have always liked fantasy. When you were young, you also developed sleepwalking problems and even mild delusional symptoms. Fortunately, I discovered your problem in time. After some subtle treatments, your sleepwalking and paranoia disappeared quickly."

Listening to the analysis of the former psychiatric doctor, Lin Hai only felt creepy, he took a few steps back and said, "Father, could it be that the portrait I saw in the attic of my grandfather also came from my delusion? " "Yes, have you seen the same or similar portrait recently?" His father actually guessed it, Lin Hai could only nod obediently. Father continued: "The portraits you saw recently stimulated your nerves immediately, reminding you of your childhood experiences, and those memories caused by delusions have resurfaced, so you will have the attic. There was an illusion of a portrait in it."

Lin Hai said in a daze, "Is that really an illusion—or a delusion?" "Yes, think about it for yourself. I think your complexion is very bad. Have you encountered something these days?" But this time Lin Hai shook his head vigorously: "No, nothing special, maybe I have caught a cold these days." In fact, Lin Hai didn't want to tell his father, but he was afraid that his father would not only not believe his words, but would think that his son might be insane out of professional habits, so he would be sent to the old unit for treatment. Lin Hai's mind was already in a mess. After hearing what his father said just now, he couldn't tell which ones were reality and which ones were fantasy.Originally, he wanted to show his father the words in the palm of his left hand, but now he clenched his fist tightly, and he didn't dare to let his father see it. In the end, Lin Hai could only bid farewell to his father hastily, and got on the bus back to the city.He looked at the yellow flowers all over the place outside the car window, but felt a loss in front of him, not knowing where he should go. After wandering around in the car for an hour, when he just drove into the urban area, he suddenly thought of the Western Art Museum. He heard that the "Exhibition of Treasures of the St. Louis Museum" will end tomorrow, which means that Marguerite will leave China gone, and may never come back. No, I should go see her again, see her for the last time! Within a few seconds, Lin Hai had made up his mind that he would go to the Western Art Museum again to see Marguerite in the oil painting for the last time. He got off the bus early, ate something casually outside, and then rushed to the Western Art Museum. When the night was dim, Lin Hai came to the entrance of the Western Art Museum. The closing time was 8:00 pm, and he had less than an hour left. Although a ticket cost two hundred yuan, he bought one without hesitation, and hurried into the gate of the art museum. At this time, the Western Art Museum was deserted, and there were hardly any people to be seen. There seemed to be more heads in the portraits hanging on the walls than there were visitors.In such an environment, Lin Hai could only slow down his pace, so quiet that he could hear his panting clearly. After briefly looking at dozens of paintings in the St. Louis Museum, I went straight to the innermost treasure exhibition room. The anti-theft door is still open, but it will be firmly closed in another hour. Lin Hai always felt that there was a shadow following him behind him, but now he couldn't care so much, what he wanted to do most was to take another look at Margaret—whether she was a real existence or a phantom in his delusions. He gently walked into the secret room where the treasures were exhibited, and he was still the only one here.In the narrow and cramped space, he only felt a sense of suffocation and oppression, which made him hardly dare to open his eyes. But Margaret's eyes were on him. Finally, Lin Hai looked at the wall in front of him and saw that the 16th century oil painting was still hanging there, and his gaze happened to hit Margaret's breathtaking eyes. Facing this oil painting more than 400 years ago, Lin Hai completely calmed down, quietly looking at Margaret in the painting.Yes, she is still the same - her long black hair hangs down like a waterfall, her translucent emerald eyes are looking forward, her lips are slightly pursed, it seems that she is hesitant to speak, what exactly does she want to say to Lin Hai ? No, how could she be a phantom?How could it be a delusion?She is simply a living person, but living in the world of oil painting. Yes, Margaret in the painting is alive, but what is she thinking at this moment? In the secret room of this art gallery, a leisurely breath emanated again, slowly getting into Lin Hai's nostrils.He could only hold his breath, and moved his head forward a little.There seemed to be a slight change in Margaret's eyes. She seemed to be more sad and affectionate. She must have a lot to say to him. He finally couldn't control himself, and said softly to the oil painting: "What do you want to say? Please tell me everything." Suddenly, Lin Hai seemed to hear Margaret's answer... What is she saying? As if a sword had pierced the back of his heart, his eyelids slowly dropped, and he couldn't feel anything in a blink of an eye. He fell into hell. After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Lin Hai finally woke up leisurely again, opened his eyes in pain, but couldn't see anything, as if he was in the dark seabed. Yes, because he heard the constant dripping, the trickling water seemed to drown him. Where are you?Is it the seventh or ninth hell? Lin Hai was in a daze for a while, and finally felt the existence of his body, and his limbs seemed to be able to move. He stretched out his hand and touched forward, and there seemed to be a door in front of him.Also, there is a piece of cold plastic under the buttocks, and my back is leaning against a board. So he struggled to stand up, but there was still darkness in front of his eyes. Could it be that his eyes were blind?He didn't dare to confirm this terrible idea, but reached out and pushed the door in front of him, but it seemed to be locked or bolted, and he couldn't push it open anyway.He knocked on the door again, only to hear a terrible echo from all around. Lin Hai gasped for breath a few times, and felt that he could still make a sound, so he yelled, "Hello! Is anyone there? What is this place?" Like in a dark cave, the echo echoed far away and bounced back, but still no one answered.He sat down again in despair, and the frightening sound of dripping water continued, as if there were many small insects crawling on his legs. Suddenly, Lin Hai thought of something, and quickly touched his waist. Fortunately, the phone was still on him.He hurriedly took out his mobile phone, and the screen's fluorescent light illuminated a small piece of darkness. It turned out that his eyes were not blind! He took a picture of the surrounding area with the screen of his mobile phone, only to realize that this is a toilet. Just now, he was sitting on the lid of the toilet, with plastic baffles on both sides, and the small door of the toilet cubicle in front, but it seemed to be locked. Yes, as for the sound of dripping water, it is naturally unique to the toilet. It turned out that he was locked in the toilet cubicle. How come here?Lin Hai looked at the time displayed on his phone again. It was 10 o'clock in the evening, and the art gallery had already closed at this time. He calmed his breathing first, and then carefully thought about everything that happened a few hours ago. Yes, the exhibition of treasures at the St. Louis Museum will end tomorrow, so he came to the Western Art Museum, walked into the treasures exhibition room, and was alone in the secret room, facing Marguerite in the oil painting—he smelled something There was an atmosphere, Margaret in the painting seemed to say something to him, and then he didn't know anything. God knows why I was locked in the toilet.Lin Hai shook his head vigorously. He wanted to call for help, but he didn't know where he was. How could he be rescued? He had no choice but to save himself. Lin Hai took a fluorescent light on the top of his head with his mobile phone. The partitions on both sides were only about two meters high, and there was a long distance from the ceiling above, so he could climb out from above.So he stepped on the toilet lid and poked his head out of the partition, but it was still dark outside.He supported his body with both hands, and then stepped on the toilet door, and finally turned his whole body outside.Fortunately, when he came down, he hung the door panel with his hands, so he didn't fall. After leaving the cubicle, Lin Hai took a fluorescent photo of the surrounding area with his mobile phone. This is a men's toilet, which looks very clean.The door of the toilet was not locked, and he walked out quietly. Under the dim light of the mobile phone, he could vaguely see a corridor outside. Cautiously walking through the corridor, still couldn't see a trace of light, and could only rely on the dim light in his hand, which made Lin Hai's heart beat faster and faster.Listening to the sound under my feet and the empty echoes around me, it feels like entering an ancient marble tomb. Suddenly, there seemed to be a human face in the dim light from the mobile phone. Lin Hai was so frightened that he almost screamed. He tremblingly raised the mobile phone to look in that direction, and found the face of a Western man faintly in the darkness.He took a few steps forward slowly, only to realize that it was an oil painting, and the man in the painting must be some French king. Finally he let out a breath, but he didn't dare to be negligent, so he quickly took pictures of the wall in front of him with his mobile phone, and it turned out that there were still a few western oil paintings.Those Europeans hundreds of years ago gathered in the darkness, looking at Lin Hai with various postures and eyes, as if they would walk out of the painting at any moment. It turned out that he was still in the Western Art Museum. After the museum was closed, the art gallery was empty, except for these people in the paintings hanging on the walls.Lin Hai continued to walk forward, the screen of the mobile phone was as weak as candlelight, and the faces in the oil paintings on the wall were illuminated from time to time - you can imagine that in an empty and dark art gallery, you are walking alone, surrounded by hundreds of years The oil painting in front of me, the ancient figures in the painting, swaying like ghosts in the dim light of the phone... In this ancient tomb-like environment, Lin Hai no longer dared to shout loudly, he was afraid that his voice would wake up the people in the painting, those kings running out of the painting would not be easy to provoke. Suddenly, the faint light of the mobile phone revealed a piece of metal reflection, which turned out to be the anti-theft door of the treasure exhibition room, but the strange thing was that the door was still open.He reached out and groped into this secret room. He knew that Marguerite's oil painting was inside. How did she spend the long night? In the dark secret room, Lin Hai walked forward slowly, holding the mobile phone high in front of him, the fluorescent light from the screen was like will-o'-the-wisp.There seems to be a faint reflection in the front, which seems to be where the oil painting is located. The mobile phone is getting closer and closer, and a hazy face can be seen faintly. That was Margaret's face. Lin Hai moved his head closer, and under the faint light of the mobile phone, that face unexpectedly became so lifelike, and a pair of emerald eyes were watery, as charming as real Burmese jade. She blinked. Marguerite in the oil painting blinked her eyelids!Lin Hai would never be wrong, he even felt the fragrance exhaled from the oil painting. It was true—Marguerite stood up in the oil painting, still with the black seaweed hair, the amber earrings, the court dress, and the velvet shawl. This is not his hallucination, let alone a delusion, but what he actually saw with his own eyes. This is a ghost in a painting. But at this moment, Lin Hai had forgotten his fear, he looked at Margaret like a devout believer, and watched this miracle of humans and ghosts happen. Finally, Margaret came before his eyes. The distance between them was only a few centimeters, the phone screen was almost close to her eyes, the fluorescent light shot directly into her translucent eyeballs, and her pupils could even be seen shrinking. It was a wonderful feeling to exchange air with her. Suddenly, Margaret caught him. The ghost in the painting was not cold-blooded. The warmth from her palm passed through Lin Hai's whole body like an electric current. A miracle did happen - Margaret walked out of the painting. What made Lin Hai even more unexpected was that she actually talked—— "Aider moi!" That word again!Translated into Chinese, it means "Save me", and it really came from her mouth. Lin Hai had to believe that he heard it with his own ears.Her voice is so beautiful, and it still has the charm of aristocratic French in the 16th century, but the tone is slightly sad. Looking at Margaret's face under the fluorescent light of the mobile phone, Lin Hai's mind suddenly went blank. He couldn't remember any of the thousands of French words he had learned over the years. Although the language is forgotten, the instinct cannot be forgotten. Lin Hai gasped and grabbed her shoulders tightly - the body of the French princess more than 400 years ago was so soft, it was like grabbing a The docile sheep jumped on the shepherd's chest. They were so close that Lin Hai couldn't see her face clearly again, he could only feel her rapid breathing and the seductive rise and fall of her chest. In this dark art gallery room, during this miraculous night of oil painting, Lin Hai could no longer hide his excitement, and after a moment of violent panting, he began to call out her name: "Margueritte! Margueritte! " Marguerite raised her head and replied: "(in French) it's me! I've been waiting for you for a long time, save me quickly, just me!" The last two words are still "Aider moi". Lin Hai doesn't know how to save her, is it to save her from the oil painting? Yes, now that she's out of the painting, there's no way she can go back.Lin Hai turned his head and touched the back, then grabbed Margaret's hand and walked back. He groped out of the door of the secret room and pointed the phone screen outside. Although it was still pitch black, Lin Hai seemed to hear footsteps. Margaret held him tightly with her fingers and whispered in his ear: "(French) hurry up, Nostradamus is here to catch me." "Who are you talking about?" Lin Hai asked her in French. But Margaret seemed to be extremely nervous: "Don't ask, let's run away quickly, or you will die." French.) Lin Hai could hear the last sentence clearly, and he immediately felt terrified, and the terrifying footsteps seemed to be getting closer and more urgent. He quickly grabbed Margaret's hand and ran towards the lobby of the art gallery. The sound of footsteps along the way broke the silence, the light from the mobile phone screen shone everywhere, and ghostly figures flashed on the wall. Lin Hai felt that they were like headless flies, running wildly in the dark night of the art museum, surrounded by oil paintings hundreds of years ago, and returned to the Louvre Museum of Louis XIII, playing with the Three Musketeers or D'Artagnan Playing the game of death. While running away from him, he asked, "Who is that person you mentioned?" "Nostradamus, don't you even know him?" Margaret paused in the darkness, then said faintly, "That's a ghost." At this time, the ghost had already chased after him. Lin Hai turned around and took a picture with his mobile phone, only to see a huge black figure rushing towards him. Margaret was right, if Lin Hai fell into the hands of this "thing", he would surely die. For "Aider" Margaret, and for "Aider'" himself, Lin Hai must get rid of that ghost. He rushed Margaret into a corridor covered with paintings on both sides.As they ran in the dark corridor, Margaret's long hair rose up, and a few strands hit Lin Hai's face. The long and winding corridor looked like a huge labyrinth. They seemed to have turned around several times, but they never got rid of the footsteps behind them. The black shadow kept following a few meters behind them, as if it would swallow them up at any time. Just when Lin Hai could hardly run, he suddenly found a bright light in front of him.Like a drowning man grasping at the last straw, he dragged Margaret and ran over desperately. It turned out that it was an emergency escape route, and it would not be locked even if the museum was closed at night. They rushed into the passage immediately, and under the fluorescent light of the mobile phone, they found that there were stairs going up and down.But the stairs going down had been tightly closed by the iron gate, so they could only climb up the stairs in a panic.Lin Hai ran up several floors panting, and Margaret was too tired. Running up the last staircase, there was a locked iron door in front of him. Fortunately, the door was locked from the inside, and Lin Hai easily opened the lock.After rushing out of the last door, they realized that they had climbed to the roof of the building. Overhead is the starry night sky, surrounded by towering buildings, the never-sleeping lights of this city half illuminate the rooftop. Margaret also raised her head, looking at the new world around her, as if she was in heaven.Lin Hai thought, could this be the first time she has faced the night sky in more than four hundred years? Under the night sky of the city, Lin Hai finally got a clear view of her whole body. The attire of the French court more than 400 years ago is particularly eye-catching on this high roof, as if the roof is used as a stage, with the roof as the stage. The city that never sleeps is a scene of a western opera, and the heroine is Queen Margaret in history. At this moment, her expression is very complicated. Is it the excitement after regaining her freedom, or the sadness of leaving her own era? No, now is not the time to be sentimental, that ghost named Nostradamus will come up soon, so hurry up and find a way to get out of here. Lin Hai found that there was an escalator next to the roof to go down, so he hurriedly dragged Margaret there.Although Margaret was wearing a long skirt, she climbed down cautiously.It turns out that this is the fire staircase, which is installed on the outer wall of the building. Because there is a building next to it, it cannot be seen from the outside. Along this life-saving fire escape staircase, they quickly climbed down several floors, only to end up hanging in mid-air.It turned out that the fire stairs were broken when they reached the ground, and there was still a distance of about three meters. Below was a narrow and quiet alley with many black garbage bags piled up. No, they couldn't hold it anymore, Lin Hai simply jumped down.Fortunately, there were many things in the garbage bag below, which just played the role of an inflatable cushion, keeping Lin Hai unscathed.He waved his hand upwards: "come down quickly, it's okay." Margaret hesitated for a while, and finally let go and jumped down.Lin Hai caught her from below, and was taken down on the garbage bag together. They were all trapped in the garbage bag, their bodies were entangled, Lin Hai felt tenderness all over his hands, Margaret groaned a few times, and turned her head away shyly. Lin Hai finally climbed out, and pulled Margaret out again. The garbage bags were tightly packed, and they didn't look dirty.There is a dim light in the alley, illuminating Margaret's pale face and her attire from four hundred years ago—the person in the painting has finally returned to the human world, and everything is almost like a dream. "Run away." With a soft cry, he dragged Margaret and ran out of the alley. This place no longer belongs to the Western Art Museum, and there is a small road outside. But there were no people on this road. If someone saw Margaret's attire, they wouldn't be scared to death. They trotted for a long way, and finally got into a taxi.Margaret seemed to be taken aback by the car, since she probably only had carriages in her time.Fortunately, there were no street lights at the stop, and the driver couldn't see Margaret's clothes clearly.When she got into the taxi tremblingly, the driver saw her face in the rearview mirror, but usually there are quite a lot of foreigners in taxis, so he didn't pay much attention. The driver asked them where they were going, Lin Hai was a little confused for a moment, and he didn't know where he should go.It is not necessary to go back to school, is it necessary to bring people from more than 400 years ago to the dormitory?After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly thought of a place - the old house. The taxi sped towards the city center, and soon drove up the elevated road. The night sea outside the car window was full of brilliance, as if flying through the jungle.Margaret was lying in the car window, staring blankly at all the scenes in front of her. It was so different from the era she lived in. For the first time sitting in a speeding car, it probably felt like a dream. She suddenly turned around and asked Lin Hai: "Where is this?" Lin Hai stared into her eyes and replied, "Shanghai in China." "China?" She shook her head, showing a strange expression, "I never imagined that I would come to such a distant place." "Marguerite, the world has become smaller. China and France are not far away." At this time, the taxi had already driven off the elevated road and stopped on the road near the old house.When they got out of the car, the driver saw Margaret's dress under the street lamp. He pouted and said, "Foreigners just like to mess around." Fortunately, it was already late, and the alley was deserted. No one noticed Lin Hai and Margaret. They trotted downstairs to the old house. Lin Hai held her hand tightly and walked up the dark stairs. The wooden boards creaked until he opened the door of the old house. "Sorry, I can only bring you here first." Margaret was a French princess and queen more than 400 years ago. She was used to living in a magnificent palace, but facing this shabby old house, she didn't feel unhappy at all.Instead, she looked at the ceiling with excitement, looked at everything in the room, and even took a big breath of the air in the old house, and said gratefully: "Thank you, you saved me, you are my benefactor." Lin Hai looked at her face silently. It was in this old house ten years ago that he met this beautiful face for the first time.Suddenly, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to stroke her hair, and Margaret didn't intend to refuse, but Lin Hai still took her hand back.He knew that he must not lose his mind, because the woman in front of him was not an ordinary person, but a ghost who ran out of an oil painting more than 400 years ago. But Margaret grabbed his hand: "What's your name?" "My name is Lin Hai." Then they were all silent, Lin Hai didn't know what to do, now Margaret had run out of the oil painting, and she couldn't go back for a while, although she was a ghost more than 400 years ago, but With a living body, what should I do? It was already midnight, and Lin Hai felt extremely embarrassed to be alone in the room with this beautiful foreign woman, he thought of a few French words, and said softly: "Sorry, I think I should go, you will leave tonight Stay here." But she took Lin Hai's hand again: "No, I'm afraid, I'm afraid that Nostradamus will come after him again." Margaret's eyes were almost pleading, Lin Hai's heart softened immediately, he nodded involuntarily: "Okay, I will stay with you." In fact, Lin Hai has nowhere to go in the middle of the night, but the small attic above can sleep for a night.What about Margaret?Does she need to sleep in the painting?This made Lin Hai confused again, and really didn't know what to do.But even if it is due to our Chinese etiquette, it is still time to prepare a bed for this "foreign guest". But the wire bed in the bedroom was bare, and there was no room for sleeping. Lin Hai first asked Margaret to wait for him in the old house, and then he quickly ran out.Fortunately, there were bedding sellers in the nearby 24-hour convenience store. He bought a set of sheets, bedding, pillows and the like, and rushed back to the old house immediately. Lin Hai tidied up the wire bed and spread all the sheets and bedding on it, at least he can sleep on it now.Then Lin Hai opened the door of the small bathroom and told Margaret how to use these things. He secretly felt a little ridiculous. Do the people in the oil paintings need these? He worked until 1 o'clock in the middle of the night, when Lin Hai couldn't hold on any longer, so he climbed up to the small attic and told Margaret not to open the doors and windows, just in case there was anything to call him. And Margaret was like a docile sheep, she nodded obediently to everything Lin Hai said. Lin Hai climbed to the small attic and stared blankly at the wall above the wooden bed. The woman he saw here ten years ago appeared here alive now. Fate is so tricky. He sighed softly, and before he had time to recall everything that happened today, he lay down on the small wooden bed and fell asleep under a blanket. The faint moonlight was shining on his face through the dormer window.