~： Fourth Year Story 109, the countdown

"I……"

"I won't... forget..."

Walnut had just spoken, when a voice suddenly passed from the side, cutting off her words.

The idiot turned his head and saw the painter stand up again. He clutched his stomach and wiped his salivay lips with his hands. The paint on his fingers made his face more "fancy".

"The countess... I'm a painter... The painter's best job is to keep memories. So... I will never forget your daughter... Absolutely..."

Cesis stared at the unarmed human. And Fanliu also ignored the weakness of his own strength and stepped forward step by step. This time, Setis did not push him away again, but let him walk to the bed, grabbed the white cloth on the easel, and lifted it!

"I will... draw your daughter. Then... remember her forever! Your daughter will never die in loneliness. Even if one day she really forgets me, I will always tell the world that I... …Fanliu East, there is always a beautiful girl in my heart! I have been obsessed with her, have been happy for her, and even more die for her..."

bump--!

Fanliu's fist hit his heart hard--

"And sad!"

After speaking, he turned around and moved the stool, picked up the color palette in one hand and the pen in the other, and began to draw with concentration.

Setis allowed this tiny human to paint. For this kind of person, she just snorted. Since someone dares to challenge, then completely destroy the confidence of the challenger and let him know how ruthless this world is.

"Interesting, I won't forget? In this case..."

With a wave of the black wings, in the midst of this wave, Fan Liu over there suddenly screamed in pain, and threw the pen and palette in his hand together!

Walnut lowered his head and saw that many hard needles grew out of thin air on that pen! The palette is also covered with needle points, like a hedgehog.

"As you can see, these needles are hallucinations. But even if they are hallucinations, they can still pierce your skin and give you the same pain as the real tingling. No matter which pen you use to draw, this hallucination is always Will emerge."

"Despicable!" Walnut shouted.

"Whatever you say. However, I will not ruin this young man's life. These needles are proportional to your memory. As long as your memory of my daughter is deeper, these needles will be sharper. On the contrary. , As your memory gets weaker and lighter, these needles will gradually become shorter and disappear in the end. Heh, in other words, the better you paint, the weaker your memory of my daughter. But the same Yes, the lighter your memory, the more impossible it is to complete this painting."

The harsh conditions were in front of him, and Fanliu gritted his teeth while looking at the needle-filled brush near his feet. Suddenly, he took a deep breath, bent over and grabbed the pen...

Countless sharp needles pierced out from his fingertips. The nails of the five fingers of his right hand were all pierced by sharp needles.

"Woo————!!!"

Patter...

That's right... these needles are indeed hallucinations. Fanliu's hand did not bleed. But he couldn't help letting go of the pen, his left hand gripped the right wrist tightly, and the whole right hand was shaking.

"Understood? Even if it is an illusion, the pain is real. And if you really want to paint like this, the nerve in your right hand will really think that your hand is pierced and become necrotic. Then, You really can't paint anymore."

Fan Liu didn't say a word, and Dou Da sweat rolled off his forehead. He didn't take the pen rashly anymore, but gritted his teeth and looked at the painting tools on the ground.

Seeing Fanliu's hesitation, Cesis's mouth finally showed the cruel smile of the winner. She gently stroked her daughter's cheek and said, "However, I am not that cruel. If you lose, you must gain. Wait until you After completely forgetting my daughter, I will plant a powerful hypnosis deep in your memory. Let every painting you paint in the future become a boutique that people rush to buy. You will be rich and you will win. The hearts of countless beautiful girls. And all this is just to forget my daughter, nothing more."

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"Forget Miss......this price...is heavy enough..."

The trembling fingers gradually recovered.

After spitting out this sentence, Fanliu stretched out his hand again to pinch the paintbrush. He flushed, his fingers touched the sharp needles, and then, bit by bit, clenched tightly.

Fanliu's expression was distorted. At this moment, no one could understand how much pain he endured. I can only watch the needles slowly go through his skin, muscles, nails, and bones bit by bit.

嗞—————— 嗞——————

A harsh sound came from his fingers as the steel needle advanced every inch. Walnut couldn't stand it anymore, covering her ears, squatting behind and closing her eyes, frightened and difficult to face. Little Bread wanted to take a look occasionally, but she was hugged and covered her ears.

The only thing that can be seen is probably an idiot.

Fanliu's fingers finally squeezed the paintbrush, but in this short period of time, his entire right palm was all bloodshot and swollen. This hand tremblingly lifted the pen, little by little, close to the palette. Although it was impossible to focus accurately with such a shaking hand, he persisted, dyed it, and drew on the canvas.

"..................Huh. See how long you can hold on."

Setis turned around, and Nightmare's body once again turned into a nihilistic shadow and disappeared.

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The seasons of autumn and winter...

Dull and cold.

It’s getting closer and closer to November 4, which means that Katrina’s life is also getting closer and closer.

No one came to arrest them...

Even though Walnut sometimes walked past those wanted orders with bread, no one paid attention to her. It seemed as if everyone didn't care about the bounty, and only cared about their own lives.

memory……

Is it still there?

For the rest of the time, the idiot always sat in the corner of the room, looking at everything in the painting room with cold eyes. Leave others alone, at least, his memory is clear. He knew who the woman who was sitting on the rocking chair was with dull-eyed, dull-looking, tilted head, and his memory was coherent, without the slightest mistake.

but……

"Idiot~~~! Now the harvest festival has begun outside! The street is so lively! Let's go and see together~~~!"

Walnut got in, and the idiot always had reservations about whether she still remembered that she was wanted. But there is no doubt that as the days are getting closer, she is becoming more and more vague about her own situation. Even though she still has some last memories of not being able to go home, for Katrina in the room, and anything related to her...

"Ouch!"

The princess slammed into Katrina's rocking chair, and the rocking chair turned over, and the girl sitting on it threw a puff into a mess of paint, and the white clothes were suddenly varied.

But Walnut ignored her sister who fell on the ground. She seemed to have not seen her at all. She just raised the rocking chair, then patted the skirt on her body, smiled, and ran to the idiot...

In my ears, the voice of Walnut's enthusiasm inviting was filled... The little bread sitting next to him was already tired of it, and he kept pouting and wanted to go out. However, the idiot is still sitting firmly in the corner, with cold eyes, watching everything in the room...

Katerina...still upside down. His eyes were hollow, like a lifeless doll.

Fanliu saw it, but his pen didn't stop right away, he continued to paint, painting...

It wasn't until ten minutes later that he seemed to be thinking of something, put down the pen, stepped forward, and picked up Catelina.

However, there was no gentleness in his eyes... as if what he was holding in his hand was not his beloved girl, but just a vase and an object. Because the vase fell, he walked up to right it, nothing more...

The messy filth filled Katrina's face and skirt, and the unset red dye slipped down the corner of her eye little by little, condensed on the tip of her chin, and then dripped. After Fanliu put her body on the rocking chair, she clapped her hands, and before returning to the easel, he picked up the pen and started to draw.

Compared with two days ago, the sharp needle on the pen is much shorter now...

"Nah~~na~~ shall we go and have fun? Let's have fun~~~ Bring the buns, shall we go to the market together, OK? Na~~ let's go~~~~!"

"Silly beep~~! Woo~~~beep~~~! Silly beep~~~~!"

Two girls, one large and one small, pushed, but the idiot remained the same as the previous two days, without moving, nodding, or shaking his head. He is like an icy sculpture, squatting here silently, watching... watching...

November 1...

The first day of winter is the harvest festival. In order to celebrate this desert city with a year of harvest in the desert, people sang and danced and drank free beer at the market, singing and laughing.

On this day, Katrina was sitting, Fanliu drew...

November 2...

The gloomy sky looked worse and worse, but it didn't stop people from joking around the bonfire, and it couldn't stop folk music from sounding, and it couldn't stop the handsome guy from inviting beautiful girls to step onto the dance floor.

On this day, Katrina was sitting, Fanliu drew...

November 3...

The last day of the festival is coming to an end, and the increasingly cold weather makes the celebrating people wrap their coats tightly. The King of Bucks personally ordered the slaughter of cattle and sheep, on the one hand for the last group of soldiers who are about to set off in the Black Dragon Empire, on the other hand, the celebration of the people will be climaxed on this cold windy day!

On this day, Katrina was sitting, Fanliu drew...

at last……

On November 4th, it's...

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