Yuan Yuanyuan returned to the room with an expressionless face, ended the illusion, and then lay on her back on the bed.
She kept thinking about one question in her mind - am I too sensitive, or do I become sensitive automatically after coming here
Yuan Yuanyuan was drinking Coke facing the moon when she heard a knock on the door. She was silent for a while, walked over, and saw through the peephole who was standing outside.
It's the old man with white beard.
Yuan Yuanyuan was a little dazed. Ever since the old man left last time, she didn't expect that he would actually come to find her so early. So she didn't expect that her door would be knocked in the middle of the night.
The old man with white beard was holding a wine jar in his hand. The wine jar was of a very rough appearance, the most common rough liquor jar, the kind usually used to hold liquor in TV dramas.
Yuan Yuanyuan watched the old man's movements and slowly opened the door. The old man glanced at her and asked, "Master Yuan, the moonlight tonight is very beautiful, very suitable for moon watching... Can you have a drink with me?"
There was another person standing behind him, a very beautiful woman. Although the wine was ordinary, the female monster behind him did not look ordinary. She was a very strange woman. Just standing there, she was very dazzling.
The woman had a very beautiful widow's peak and a face that was like a perfect peach heart. It was a very classical beauty, and the pink on her face looked like flying clouds.
She was wearing a bright red dress and holding a huge tray with two wine bowls on it. The bright red dress and the outfit suddenly reminded Yuan Yuanyuan of herself in Qiuying.
Yuan Yuanyuan thought this scene was a bit weird. It looked like something that had happened in Qiuying. The woman in red at the back should be herself...but here she was standing.
As soon as the woman came, she knew what he was going to do. The old man probably wanted to invite her to drink. This was the way the monsters that Yuan Yuanyuan was familiar with invited people to drink. Usually, there would be a little monster behind them pouring wine. The way the head of the Lan family invited her to drink before was simply like nonsense.
She opened the door and let the two men in. The old man looked at Yuan Yuanyuan and gestured to her to please clean up.
As soon as he made the gesture, Yuan Yuanyuan was stunned.
Yuan Yuanyuan always felt that she had seen this action in some costume drama... Although she couldn't remember which one it was, it should be a very sophisticated action.
Yuan Yuanyuan wanted to imitate the old man's actions and give him a reply, but she didn't know how to do it. After thinking about it, she felt that it would be embarrassing to do so, so she stopped.
The woman in red walked in slowly. Every movement she made was very slow, yet extremely graceful. She usually paused slightly after each movement, and the pause was like a painting, but it was very short, and she would quickly move on to the next movement.
These two people...
Yuan Yuanyuan looked at the two of them warily, and a word slowly emerged in her mind - ill intentions.
What the hell are you doing in someone else's dormitory late at night, showing off? Yuan Yuanyuan thought cautiously.
…
In fact, if the old man knew what she was thinking, he might press her to death in the toilet.
Half an hour later, Yuan Yuanyuan sat in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking confused.
It was the first time she knew that the small European-style window next to the house could actually be transformed into such a huge floor-to-ceiling window. The woman in red clothes took only five minutes to turn the area around into this huge platform style. She fumbled around the window and pressed a mechanism. Suddenly, a mist gradually rose up around her. Two small cushions were placed on the platform. Everything around her seemed to have changed in an instant.
There seemed to be a hint of pleasant-smelling water vapor in the mist all around. The woman slowly pulled down the curtains at the back. All of a sudden, the modern facilities at the back were cut off, leaving only this small pavilion that looked like the place where some ancient poet would enjoy the moon and drink.
Yuan Yuanyuan was sitting on the futon, still in a daze as she watched the woman in red pouring wine for her.
They are both barmaids... why is the other party's business ability so strong
She looked at the woman in red next to her. The woman in red noticed Yuan Yuanyuan's gaze and suddenly smiled gently. The blush on her face seemed to become even redder. She slowly raised her wide sleeves, covering half of her face, as if she was chuckling.
Yuan Yuanyuan turned her head suddenly.
Good! I can't be so decadent anymore. People like this are the goal of my evolution!
The old man and the woman still didn't know what Yuan Yuanyuan was thinking... In fact, if they knew, there might be more than one person pushing her into the toilet.
Yuan Yuanyuan was wearing a sports suit, which made her look obviously out of place with the two people next to her. They all came dressed up. Yuan Yuanyuan, wearing a sports suit, always felt like someone who broke into a dance party in pajamas.
The old man silently said to Yuan Yuanyuan, "It's been a hundred years... a hundred years, sir."
Yuan Yuanyuan lowered her head, slowly drank the wine in the glass, and then put the bowl down. The wine was very strong, so it was best to drink it from this huge and rough bowl.
In such an occasion, this kind of bowl exudes a sense of refinement from its simplicity. The woman in red is very skilled in arranging the occasion. The surroundings feel very elegant, yet there is a vague and eerie feeling that seems to be from a monster.
Yuan Yuanyuan put down the bowl and was silent for a long time. The old man looked at her, and the woman pouring wine beside her kept her head down. After a while, Yuan Yuanyuan suddenly said sorry to the old man, and then silently took out her cell phone from her chest...
… There was no way, she just looked at the watch and it was already half past eleven, and now the demon record had been posted, and she felt really uncomfortable if she couldn’t see her.
Yuan Yuanyuan didn't care about the old man's feelings. She had to watch the Monster Records anyway. Fortunately, the old man didn't have any emotions towards her. Perhaps in his eyes, being the first to watch the Monster Records was also a particularly responsible thing to do...
Under the beautiful moonlight, there is an old man in ancient costume and a woman in red, and next to them is a man in sportswear, who keeps pressing a mobile phone in his hand, and the light of the mobile phone is reflected on "his" face... It looks even more weird.
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The moment the cover of Monster Records was opened, Yuan Yuanyuan felt that today's cover was particularly beautiful, the kind that would not look out of place even in this environment.
The picture was filled with clusters of various flowers... No one in the dream could clearly see the face of the person. Only a figure could be seen vaguely sitting in the flowers, with a bamboo curtain covering his face.
He was sitting very straight, and from the side he looked like a very thin man, but as he sat there he was as solid as a green bamboo.
Yuan Yuanyuan looked at it carefully for a few seconds, and suddenly she realized what was behind the "flowers" in the painting. It was a group of flowers made of dead bones. The petals flying in the sky blurred the surrounding shadows, and people could not notice the truth about the flowers behind at first glance. Yuan Yuanyuan thought that although the painting was beautiful at first glance, it had a spooky feeling. After paying a closer look, she discovered the trick.
She was stunned for a moment, and her first reaction was not how scary the painting was, but how creative the painting was... Because those bone flowers were so beautiful and looked particularly artistic, even Yuan Yuanyuan, who was afraid of those weird things, couldn't help but admire the painting more than being afraid of it.
The person behind the bamboo curtain looked very gentle, yet inexplicably weird sitting in this piece of bone flowers. He was wearing elegant clothes similar to those from the Wei and Jin Dynasties, with a tall hair crown on his head. He could be vaguely seen as a man.
Yuan Yuanyuan looked at today's comics and felt that today's content might be interesting and she felt a little excited. However, the woman in red behind her took a look and suddenly seemed to be frightened. She covered her mouth and said "ah" softly.
The old man looked back at the woman in red, who immediately lowered her head again. Yuan Yuanyuan didn't care. She clicked on the comic, but suddenly found that the scene in the comic looked strangely familiar...
This first scene... Upon closer inspection, I realized that it was just me putting on a vest and going downstairs to eat. I suddenly felt a little speechless... and a little ashamed.
Damn it, why did you draw something like this for me? I was wrong, sir. I will never dare to bully children again!
To give a brief description of the whole scene, it is from the perspective of three rookies who see a very good-looking person walk up to them, talk to them for a long time, and finally leave slowly.
Then the perspective shifts to the "very good-looking" person. The further he goes up, the colder his expression becomes, until it slowly turns into an expressionless face. That face also gradually changes, becoming more aggressive, and then turns into a face that readers are very familiar with...
This... You're still changing the perspective! You're still changing the perspective! You're clearly trying to embarrass me! Yuan Yuanyuan's face turned red as she watched this. She didn't even dare to look at the previous part. She quickly turned the page and started looking at something else.
Fortunately, there was very little in the front... less than two pages, a bit like a "setting poem". Yuan Yuanyuan flipped through two pages and found that there was nothing, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Yuan Yuanyuan looked at the scene below where "Yuan" was slowly walking up the stairs. After a while, the picture gradually faded and became like fog, a bit like an illusion.
Is this... another memory killing? Or a future killing? Yuan Yuanyuan was not sure at first, because the next scene was someone calling Yuan to drink, and she thought that Ji Qiu was speculating about the future again and then started to draw randomly, but when Yuan appeared in the comics, Yuan Yuanyuan realized at once that this was not the future... This was the past.
Because Yuan's hand reappeared in the comics.
The hand was slender and snow-white, and he held an antique fan in his hand, the handle of which was very white.
He was walking slowly in a corridor. Yuan Yuanyuan couldn't see his face, only his back, which was very straight. A jade pendant beside him swayed gently with his movements.
Every step is a freeze frame, like a painting.
Ji Qiu's paintings were all about details. His "lens" gradually shifted from the hands to the black hair, the white ears, and the occasional glimpse of the slender ends of the eyes... Almost every detail made Yuan Yuanyuan's heart itch.
These freeze frames are not only freeze frames on the paintings, but can even be freeze frames in the three-dimensional world. Yuan Yuanyuan looked at Ji Qiu's paintings and vaguely felt as if she saw a moving picture. An elegant young man slowly passed by an ancient corridor, leaving behind a white silhouette.
Even though she herself is "this person" now... but she has to say that she has become interested in this person in the comics.
Because she knew that person was not her, but just someone with a similar face to her.
She watched "Yuan" slowly walk to the end of the corridor, and suddenly Ji Qiu drew his entire figure... and it appeared on the screen in an instant.
At that moment, Yuan Yuanyuan was suddenly fascinated by this face that she had always felt a little disgusted with.
A feeling she had never experienced before swept over her. She had never realized so clearly that the person in the painting and she were actually two completely different people.