C106 A painting with a wink

We had our first dinner together and had a very happy dinner, which gave me a sense of anticipation for our future life.

Xiangjiang seemed to have changed into a different person. In the past, he was indifferent to people, but now, he wasn't very attentive. However, he was no longer as distant from others as he used to be.

After dinner, we went back to our respective rooms to sleep. Today, I had to pack my stuff and run around. I was still a bit tired. I went back to my room to take a shower. I felt sore all over.

As I lay in bed, I remembered that the change in the day's scenery had always felt strange. At first he had been so vehement in his opposition to my living with Xiangjiang, but then he had suddenly agreed to it. When I remembered that he said he would be busy in recent days, I felt a little bored and no longer sleepy.

It was late at night and I had forgotten to close the curtains before I went to bed. Moonlight was coming in through the window, and the furnishings of the room were still discernible. I looked at the familiar decorations and suddenly missed my family a little, not knowing how my father and the others were doing at home, but the thought that my great-uncle would take good care of them made me feel relieved.

My eyes wandered about, and then they caught sight of the painting on the wall, and I was startled, as if I had just seen the eyes of the woman in the painting on the wall, and I blinked. It was an ancient picture of a lady with flowers on her back.

It's just that this map, in the Xiang Family, I did indeed have this map, but it's not like that. When I first moved in, I found it, but I didn't think too much about it, after all, it's not easy to find an identical painting.

When I looked again, the woman in the painting seemed to be looking at me, and the more I looked at the person on the painting, the more lifelike it seemed, and the more I looked at it, the more frightened I became, as if the woman was looking at me from the wall.

I stared fixedly at the painting. The light had become clearer after the painting had become stronger, but I felt that the person in the painting didn't have such a realistic feeling, and now that I thought about it, even her expression seemed a little fake, not realistic enough, probably because of the distance between them. I sighed, probably because the light was dim, I didn't see her clearly, and because I had seen so many strange things in the painting, I started to see the person in the painting with a wink.

I closed the window, drew the curtain, turned off the light and went to sleep, but for some reason, I didn't sleep very well. I kept feeling that someone was staring at me from beside my bed, but I also felt that my eyelids were a thousand pounds heavy, and I couldn't open my eyes, so I fell asleep in this strange feeling.

The next morning, I got up and pulled open the curtain to let the sun come in. Even my whole body was warm, and the haze in my heart had evaporated with it.

I thought back to last night. I walked over to the portrait and studied it. I even touched the painting a few times. I didn't feel anything, I muttered. Then I retracted my hand and started to change my clothes.

When I walked to the bedside, I was struck by a sudden flash of inspiration, and turning around, I went to the painting again to identify the person before me. I clearly remembered that the person in the painting did not have this green flower on his head last night, and I am sure that I remember it correctly, because the person in the painting did not have any accessories, it was just a simple white jade hairpin. At that time, I lamented that the painter was too stingy and had overdrawn a beautiful girl, but now there was a green flower on his head, and it was so eye-catching that if I did not want to notice it yesterday.

A warning bell rang in my heart. It seemed that there was something wrong with this painting, so I had to figure out whether the painting was an immortal or a ghost. If there really was something wrong with this painting, was it intentional or not, or was it unintentional for Xiangjiang to hang this painting here?

I was full of thoughts when Su Ye opened the door and walked in. "What are you doing, staring at this painting in a daze? We have to go to class for the next two periods." Su Ye reached out his palm and waved it in front of my eyes.

"Alright, now." I hurriedly packed my bag and went out with Su Ye.

On the way out, I quietly stuck a rune behind Su Ye's back behind the door, and hid him inside the door without leaving a trace. Only then did I close the door.

The talisman I put up will form a spell in the house, and if there is anything unclean in the house, it will be trapped as soon as it comes out, and I'm afraid she will run away.

When we came out, we had still come out from the room next door. Su Ye greeted him and he nodded in response, before walking down the stairs in front of us. We called Luo Li and we went out together.

Because we got up late, we didn't have time to make our own breakfast, so we bought some breakfast on the way to school.

In the past, Luo Li paid great attention to her own image. She rejected me and Su Ye's act of walking on the streets and eating, feeling embarrassed. In the end, she was happier than anyone else.

We walked into the classroom, which was an elective class with a lot of students, but everyone was trying to sit at the back, so when we came in we could only choose a few seats in the first row.

Xiangjiang sat there, while Su Ye pulled Luo Li and I happily sat down beside him. Xiangjiang also had a cold and indifferent expression, but Su Ye was able to understand his habits after getting along with him, so she didn't go over to warm her face and stick to her cold butt.

The professor in the class was a very old-fashioned middle-aged man, and he felt that his thoughts were still stuck in the old society. In his opinion, if a girl's skirt was longer than her knee, then it was a bad habit, and if a boy didn't wear pants, then it was a hooligan.

All of us were sleeping downstairs, so when I raised my head, Xiang Jiang was actually still sitting upright, listening very seriously. I couldn't help but admire in my heart, only he was able to listen in such a boring class, and judging from his expression, he was still enjoying himself. Indeed, weird people can understand strange people the best, and Xiang Jiang and teacher can be considered to have understood each other.

"What are you laughing at?" I was laughing at my own idea when I heard Xiangjiang's voice.

Lifting my head, I looked towards Jiang Zheng who was looking at me. Passing Su Ye, his voice was somewhat restrained, not very loud, and there was a kind of awkwardness from being seen through. I looked towards another direction, "It's nothing, I just saw some funny jokes on the phone."