Chapter 312

In the rain, the outline of the studio came into view.

Or familiar furnishings, familiar hook pen, and occasionally pungent but with a trace of aromatic pigment smell.

Everything is like the original creature, so pure and natural, her exhaustion seems to have been unloaded here.

An Xiaojing looked around her again. Slowly, her mood also dropped.

The man was not there.

There is also a gouache painting on the drawing board, as if he had gone to have a rest.

Why didn't an Jing leave the painting half way?

In the past, he always painted quietly here, but now? Where did he go?

No matter what, I went to the drawing board.

She re spread a piece of rice paper, the previous gouache painting was placed aside by herself.

As a result, the blank paper, suddenly more scenes of some bloody and cruel pictures.

Nothing else. It was my dream that night.

Still remember that dream, she held the baby, the sky was originally pink light if the clouds, slowly turned into a deep fire red.

As soon as the rain came down, even the air was full of some bloody smell, as well as the sky re rendered because of red.

The world has become frightening.

But, in the picture, the woman is holding her child tightly. She is wearing white clothes, and the baby's swaddling is also light pink.

Therefore, it forms a sharp contrast with the whole dark red picture.

When the painting was finished, the picture which was originally thought to be gloomy and horrible turned into desolation.

I cherish the baby's clothes, and the baby's pain.

If she could, she would rather stop at that moment forever.

At least for the moment, she owned the child.

"Are you crying?"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind, like a trace of incorruptible dust, making people quiet.

He asked so gently.

In the eyes, it seems that there are bright stars.

Slowly close to an Xiaojing, he painted to her. The blood red all over the sky wrapped a pair of mother and son.

What does this mean?

"Child? Is it about children? " He asked.

The sound, as if it could soothe her long-term hurt heart.

At last, some of her clothes had been wet.

"Are you in the rain?"

An Xiaojing was slightly surprised, but she looked around again and found that he didn't have the umbrella she had brought with her.

"If he's gone, I just want you to live. Just be there. " The man did not rush to answer her question. Looking at an Xiaojing's red eyes, his heart seemed to be accompanied by a burst of colic.

He cares about her.

"He might want to go to sleep, so he went to a place where he could always fall asleep and not wake up." An Xiaojing's eyes slowly empty down.

Until now, she did not want to believe that the child was no longer there.

Just more willing to believe that the child just fell asleep and couldn't cry again.

The man looked at an Xiaojing and patted her on the back. She couldn't control her mood any more and poured her whole body into his arms.

The next step is to cry wantonly.

No one will give her such a sense of security, even to try to be brave.

Frailty can only be shown in this person's eyes.

The sound of women's crying in the studio and the patterning sound of rain outside the window are mixed together, making the world quiet and desolate.

The man hugged an Xiaojing, but didn't know how to comfort her.

"If only you were still there." He patted her back again and again, as if to brush all the grievances to her.

An Xiaojing was choking.

Time glides slowly.

When all her grievances were vented, an Xiaojing recovered some of her senses.

At the moment, her eyes suddenly had a little more shock and fear.

She seemed to have said nothing just now. This man came to comfort herself. How could he know that the child was gone?

The surprise in her eyes became more and more obvious, and her curiosity became stronger and stronger.

"How do you see that?"

"What?"

"Child? How do you know it's about children? " An Xiaojing's eyes, more than a trace of deep inquiry, she did not understand.

"Well, in your picture, the mother and son's white clothes are almost dyed through with blood. If there are more red pigments, the mother and son may be completely wrapped in all the red."

"Is it?" Looking at his eyes, an Xiaojing suddenly had a very strange idea in her heart. She even felt afraid.Is this person the same as Leng Yichen?

"Who are you?" An Xiaojing looked at those clear and transparent eyes and asked without any precaution.

The man is obviously a bit stunned about this issue. He never thought that an Xiaojing could suddenly pull out of her pain, but it is such a lasting topic for her.

"I am me!" Men understate.

His identity is a matter that does not need too much entanglement.

"Who are you?" An Xiaojing's tone is a little urgent, her voice also slightly raised some.

She just wanted to prove her guess.

is as like as two peas, who can guess the posture and voice of her.

Can this person be that person?

"Who am I really that important?" The man asked. He had a lot of favors in his eyes. Facing an Xiaojing, he slowly melted some of her hard thorns.

An Xiaojing's eyes gradually faded down. She knew that this person would not speak.

Otherwise, so many times, I would have asked the result.

"Do you believe me?" The man continued.

An Xiaojing's sincere eyes suddenly became less firm. At this moment, the person she had always thought was right became uncertain.

She suddenly thought of Leng Yichen, who said he went to see his brother in the hospital. According to the normal rhythm, he should be in the hospital.

"I" did not finish, suddenly, a car whistle sound up.

As usual, that voice from the car into the cold door, can ring through the entire villa.

But the only difference is that some changes have taken place in an Xiaojing's mind.

Suddenly, she didn't want to leave. She had a bet in her heart. If the man in front of her was Leng Yichen, then the one who came back from outside would not be.

There was a little hair in her heart, but she still wanted to gamble.

An Xiaojing keeps her eyes on the man in front of her. She doesn't have any time. She wants to make sure who the man in front of her is more than now!

And the man, also facing an Xiaojing's eyes, has no intention of dodging.

In this way, he looked at an Xiaojing in such a frank way that he seemed to be unable to unravel the mystery.

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