The sick guy is following her again

Chapter 396 The Red Painting
The bright red walls around were not painted.

Instead, use a piece of drawing paper to stick to it without any gaps.

The color is bright red, like fire... more like blood.

……

Yu Qingfeng hallucinated the surroundings, in a not-so-large attic.

There is only a simple single bed and a medium-sized box, other than that... there is nothing else.

She approached step by step and opened the box.

It was empty inside, not even a speck of dust.

Yu Qingfeng only found a pair of names on one side of the box... which seemed to be carved with a knife.

【Azhou, Qingfeng】

It's their names!
Rubbing the delicate small characters, Yu Qingfeng's hands couldn't help trembling slightly.

An unknown emotion wrapped tightly around the heart under her chest.

Round and round, her heart ached[] very painful.

A touch of sadness, like layers upon layers of tides, surged up uninterruptedly.

As if to swallow her whole.

Let Yu Qingfeng subconsciously want to escape from here...

She was afraid, it was the fear from the bottom of her heart.

……

Yu Qingfeng's body trembled, and his footsteps retreated feebly.

Every step seems to be very laborious.

But at this time, a strong gust of wind suddenly rushed in through a small window.

The sound of the wind was mixed with the ups and downs of "swirling".

Those bright red paintings fell off from all directions.

Like withered red rose petals in autumn, they danced around her...until the wind stopped.

……

Looking at the broken red around, Yu Qingfeng knelt down and picked up a painting, carefully observing it.

In the bright red color, each one has a heavy stroke.

The color is very red, red like dried blood.

She looked at them one by one, and her brows gradually tightened...

A bold idea emerged from the bottom of her heart.

Yu Qingfeng collected the paintings, switching their positions back and forth with his hands.

It's like trying to put together a broken jigsaw puzzle.

From dawn to dusk, from dusk to late night... She didn't let herself notice for a moment.

Even the water that Gu Qianzhou handed her was never stirred.

……

Gu Qianzhou in the corner watched her busy figure.

In front of the pitch-black pupils, a childish little face suddenly appeared.

It is somewhat similar to Yu Qingfeng.

The little girl, wearing a red pettiskirt, squatted on the ground.

Holding a paintbrush in his hand, he kept drawing...with a very serious expression, like a mature little adult.

And the skinny little boy beside him could only watch from the side.

The only function is probably to help her squeeze the paint...

"Qingfeng, why do you draw the same picture repeatedly every day?"

The little boy asked curiously, but saw that she didn't even have time to look up at him.

With her head lowered, she hurriedly said, "Because... I like this color.

Red - pretty, isn't it!
Like blood, it is a symbol of life! "

The cheerful tone, tactful and pleasant, made him indulge in the mid-term without realizing it.

He catered and said: "Well, it's very beautiful, and I like it very much."

——He has a color he likes!
"Then I'll give them all to you, okay?"

The little girl suddenly raised her head and stared at him, the sun was shining brightly on her immature face.

It was a little warmer than the invisible sun outside.

The little boy hastily nodded in agreement.

(End of this chapter)