Compared with the complicated furnishings and piles of paintings in the [painter]'s house, the [sculptor]'s house is crowded but well organized. From a superficial perspective, the sculptor's house is divided into three parts: the sculpture area, the accommodation area, and the warehouse.

The carving area is where Merlin and Marshall are now. When you enter the door, you can see the sculptures on the ground.

Holding a piece of marble that is about as tall as an adult man, he slightly shaped it, but he could still vaguely identify what the [sculptor] wanted to carve. The accommodation area is on the second floor, and you can see it when you look up. As for the warehouse,

Hidden in the deepest part of the house, covered by a dusty but extremely clean wooden door.

"There is no place for you to sit here, so just stand." [Painter] stood very straight, with no smile on his face, but his brows were gentle and not intimidating. "Since you are accepted by Art Street, then you can

You will receive corresponding rewards. The content of the rewards depends on your age. You are relatively young, so among those who enter the Art Street, you will receive the least rewards."

The two of them nodded repeatedly, bursts of joy bursting out of their hearts. They didn't expect that they would get an extra chance of promotion despite being lucky.

"In addition, if the answer you give at the door cannot satisfy any of us, then the door of Art Street will not be open to you."

"Who approved my answer?" Marshall was curious and couldn't help asking.

[Painter] had a smile in his eyes: "It's me. I agree with your answer."

"Why?"

"Don't you already have the answer in your heart?" [The Painter] said, "This beautiful lady."

Marshall remained silent and did not respond, seeming to be thinking about something. Merlin also asked with great interest: "Who approved my answer?"

[Painter]'s face suddenly froze. He looked at Merlin. His lips didn't seem to move, but his words were very clear: "[Writer]. I can't understand the answer you gave, and I can't understand the answer that guy gave you.

Give a positive attitude. The four of us have never understood each other."

"Do you also have a different attitude towards beauty?"

"It's different." [Sculptor] shook his head, then waved his hand, "It's time to get back to the point, and it's time to show you my work. In fact, the so-called reward is just for you to watch our work.

That’s all. I believe you will be able to gain something from these works. Come over here.”

[Sculptor] arranged his clothes, wiped the dust off the brown work clothes he was wearing, and led the two of them to the small gray wooden door. He immediately stretched out his right hand and slowly opened the door.

A small door that spans time.

Everything is very quiet and wonderful. There are only three works in this warehouse, which are three different movements of a dancer. The dancer is wearing a light lace dance skirt. First she stands on her left foot, with a figure similar to

Swan, she slowly raised her left hand and stretched forward. She did not stop, turned to the right again, turned around in the air, revealing her soft neck upwards, and then slowly landed. Three

The movements were completed in one go, and finally settled on the floating white swan.

The two of them suddenly realized that what they were observing were just three sculptures. Such a wonderful reverie appeared in their minds, but it was also strange and surprising. This kind of pure visual enjoyment could actually

It brings auditory and even tactile synesthesia to people, and it also gives the two people a different view on art.

"This is only a small part of my work, but this small part can satisfy you for the time being." [Sculptor] waved his hand, and the two of them emerged from the warehouse, "Time is expensive, you should go.

.”

"Thank you, sir." Marshall said sincerely, with a few tears in her eyes. She must have been moved by these three sculptures.

"Actually, you know nothing about beauty. No one can truly understand beauty." The [Sculptor] sent the two of them out of his home, adjusted his collar, and took out a chisel from his pocket.

Ding, said, "The next person to entertain you is the guy who plays music. It's time for me to continue working. Remember to enjoy it."

Merlin waited for Marshall to wipe away his tears, but still asked curiously: "Why are you crying?"

"I just...remembered something." Marshall blinked hard, "It's okay, it's time to go to the next room."

Before the two of them approached the house belonging to the [Musician], they heard an extremely harsh scratching sound coming from inside. This kind of sound was so difficult to hear that even the cattle and sheep who did not understand music would leave in mourning when they arrived.

At this point, their eyebrows immediately flew to the sky, they both covered their ears, and their legs began to tremble.

"Oh my god...oh my god!" Marshall's face turned pale, and he tried to use his voice to drown out the noisy sound of sawing tree stumps, but it was of no use, "I'm going...to vomit!"

"

"Don't, don't spit on me!" Merlin immediately left her and Marshall rolled his eyes at him.

Marshall said angrily: "I haven't vomited yet!"

Except for the innermost room belonging to the [Writer], the remaining two artists rushed out with livid faces. The [Painter] had veins popping out on his forehead, while the [Sculptor] actually broke his beloved chisel.

!

"This old madman... what the hell is he doing! After this sound stops, I will definitely use my paintbrush to insert his anus into eight petals!"

"A madman crazier than you... He comes here once every three days, how can anyone survive?" The painter picked up the door handle and dug out four fingerprints on the door handle, "Hey,

Little girl! Knock on his door, I don’t believe this guy can do anything to girls!"

She rushed forward and slammed the door of the [Musician's] room vigorously. The sound of torture finally stopped. She stood still with all her strength, breathed with all her might, and lived with all her might.

The two of them felt that the peaceful atmosphere before was even more beautiful, and they had an inexplicable fear of entering the next cabin. Merlin stepped forward, but Marshall took two steps back. They did not dare to open the door, but they also

I don’t want the guy inside not to open the door. What if the life-threatening sound comes again?

Fortunately, the sound of hurried footsteps soon came from inside the house. The moment the door opened, Merlin and Marshall were shocked by the clothes of the person in front of them. He was obviously a musician holding a violin, but his ears were actually

Everyone plugged in their earplugs, it seemed like he obviously knew what he was doing!

"Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't know you were outside just now... but..." [Musician] looked apologetic at first, but he was saying that "

But when he said the word "but", he strangely became full of expectation, "What do you think of my performance just now?"

"What did you say? The performance just now!" [Painter] stood outside the door and shouted loudly, "I think you are exaggerating!"

"Oh, my old man, weren't you sawing wood just now?" [Sculptor] held each other's hands, trying to find a good opening for the other person's "performance," "Isn't it?"

"No! I'm playing!" [Musician] smiled, "Two children, what do you think of my performance?"

"Well," Merlin thought through all the words in his head to praise people in three seconds, but subconsciously eliminated them one by one, "Very... distinctive?"

"Haha! Very unique!" [Musician] laughed heartily. He raised his left hand and picked up a bow, "Then I will improvise a song for you!"

"Oh no! You old madman! Get out of here, I tell you, if you dare to make that sound of sawing wood again, I will definitely take you into my words and lock you up for a million years!" [Painter

】Took out the paintbrush from his pocket, and drew the tip of the pen in the air, leaving bright colors.

"You've never been able to beat me, you dirty devil!" [Musician] put up his monocle, waved his bow at the two of them, and said, "Come in, I won't embarrass you anymore. Now

These two guys just don't understand... and can't possibly understand my music."

"This is not music, this is sawing wood!" [Painter] said, with a livid face, and closed the door with a bang. [Sculptor] smiled bitterly, shrugged, and quietly went back to his room.

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Merlin and Marshall cautiously walked into the room belonging to [Musician]. As expected, there were various musical instruments placed inside. Merlin discovered that the closer the room was to the back, the larger the space inside. [Musician]’s home

There was actually a whole set of orchestral instruments, as well as all kinds of tinkling pianos. Of course, there were also other weird instruments that the two of them had never seen before.

[Musician]'s face is slightly younger than the previous two, but the clothes he wears seem to have been worn for a hundred years. His hat and clothes seem to be made by the same manufacturer, and they are yellow and yellow. He leaves

When he entered his room, he tripped over a cardboard box on the side and fell out of a whole box of music scores. He cursed a few words in a low voice and slapped himself inexplicably.
Chapter completed!