The middle-aged man sat aside, and Xia Dongqing offered him a glass of water.
"Drink!"
"I'm not thirsty." The middle-aged man pushed the glass a little further, "It's strange! I haven't seen anyone for a long time."
"You look a little tired, so you might as well take a break."
"I'm very tired, but I can't rest. I have encountered a very strange thing." The middle-aged man said.
"I have encountered a lot of very strange things." Xia Dongqing said lightly.
"You are right, I should rest, I should rest." The middle-aged man murmured to himself.
"Are you a traveler?" Xia Dongqing asked, looking at his heavy luggage.
"I'm an illustrator, specializing in painting various flowers." The middle-aged man took up a picture book he had pressed under his backpack and showed it to Xia Dongqing.
"Ye Yi, what's going on?" Jade muttered beside Ye Yi.
Ever since Jade was developed by Ye Yi to develop the power of medicine, she could also feel something different. This tired-looking middle-aged man, as soon as he came in, Jade felt that the temperature of the convenience store had dropped several times. Du, he was so gloomy, he was clearly a ghost.
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"You'll know if you look at it." Ye Yi looked at it.
"You must think it's weird for a big man to paint all kinds of flowers," the painter said.
"No no, I think they are beautiful."
"Flowers are wonderful. They are so beautiful, but their lives are so short. In order to keep their beauty, I took up the paintbrush, and I continued their lives with the paintbrush."
"Later I opened a flower shop, looking after the business, and drawing while painting. One day, a girl came to the shop. She loved flowers, I loved her, and she fell in love with me. Later, she fell in love with me. Became my wife."
"I gave her a pot of flowers. The flowers are very beautiful. My wife took care of them. I was even a little jealous."
"I have become more and more skilled in painting flowers, but I don’t know when I started, I don’t know where the problem is. I can’t keep the life of the flower. The flowers I paint are all dead without a soul. The editors of, neither can the readers, but it was terrible to me. I was very impatient at the time, and even my wife could not comfort me."
"The real flowers should bloom in the mountains and in the sunshine and spring breeze, instead of cutting them out and putting them in a vase, waiting for death. I think I have to look for real flowers, and I want to bring them back with a paintbrush. I just indulged and pursued my dream."
"I saw the real flower, which is very different from the one in the city. I just walked like this. I really want to go forever. Until one day I saw it. It is the same as the pot I gave to my wife, but it The colors are more vivid and the grace is more swaying. The flowers seem to be magical. For the first time, I did not spread out the drawing paper. I suddenly thought of my home and my wife who was left behind by me before."
"Huh, men are really every good thing." Jade snorted coldly, twisted Ye Yi's arm, and breathed.
"That's him, what does it matter to me?" Ye Yi, who came from the sky, complained while sitting at home.
Riyue sat aside, played with the rose in her hand, and watched the host and Ye Yi's daily fight, with a smile on her mouth.
"Then have you picked the flowers?" Xia Dongqing asked curiously.
"I can't remember." The painter scratched his head and said in pain, "I just remember that I went on the road again. I seem to have only one thought in my heart, which is to go home. I miss my home and my wife. "
"But when I got home, everything was fine in the house. There was freshly cut watermelon in the kitchen, my wife’s shoes were on the floor, and my clothes were hanging on the clothes rack. The pot of flowers I gave to my wife was about to die. My wife will never let the flowers die like this."
"In the bedroom, the jewelry she often wears is also placed on the table, but she is not there, silent, deadly silent, instinct tells me something bad must have happened, I think my wife must be at home I have to find her nearby, but the streets are familiar, and the city is also familiar. Although they are severely damaged, it is like experiencing a cruel war. There is no one on the street, like a dead City average."
"Finally, I walked and finally saw a person, a woman, she was wearing a white dress, standing on the ruins, I saw lightning gathering in her hands, she seemed to have noticed me, turned her head, I I saw the white flower pinned to her ear at a glance."
"The ruins of the city I saw before, just after I saw the flower, it instantly recovered to its present intact appearance, which is very strange." The painter slowly said, the expression on his face getting more and more solemn.
When he heard the white flowers, Ye Yi's original appearance was finally changed. He listened carefully to the painter's words, and was wondering in his heart.
Jade noticed Ye Yi's serious look, worried in his heart, and didn't bother.
"White flower?" Xia Dongqing was puzzled, and glanced at Ye Yi. It was this white flower again. Zhao Li checked it from Yunmeng Sleeping Tiger Di Qin Jian. It was called Jiehua, with a big background.
"I ran in the dark, and finally saw a glimmer of light, this is the convenience store No. 444." The artist continued, "I just ask you, do you know what's going on? Where did my wife go? This How is the city?"
"The problem is in the wrong direction. It's not what happened to this city, but what happened to you." Zhao Li suddenly walked in from outside, and while talking, he picked up a bottle of beer in the refrigerator, flicked his thumb, and flew the bottle. cover.
"What's wrong with me?" the painter asked.
"Tell him." Zhao Li looked at Xia Dongqing and said.
"Tell me, what's wrong with me?" The painter looked at Xia Dongqing as if he had seen the last straw.
"Actually, it's not that there are no people in this city, but you can't see it." Xia Dongqing explained, "You said that when you went home just now, you only saw your wife's clothes and shoes, but no one was there. In fact, she has been at home. , But you can't see her, and she can't see you either."
"Why, why is this?" The painter asked incredulously, recalling what he had seen at home, "What happened to my eyes?"
"Why didn't you tell him the key point?" Zhao Li glanced at Xia Dongqing, "It's not what happened to your eyes, it's because you are dead."
"You are joking, you must be joking, I am not dead." The painter shook his head painfully.
"Think about it carefully." Zhao Li shouted angrily, and the surrounding environment instantly dimmed.