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Chapter 980 The Little Mermaid's Melaleuca Routine (37)
Jiang Cha thought of the childhood shadow mentioned by the Bronze, but this was a man's private matter, and she didn't know him well, so she couldn't ask about it.

After eating, she went back to her room, lay in the bathtub for a while, and then came out to sleep.

"What's the situation with the two people on the Bronze?" Jiang Cha asked.

The bronze number didn't say much, and directly gave her the scene recorded over there.

Jiang Yao and the two arrived at Lu Ting's castle, but they didn't see Jiang Cha.

Jiang Yao thinks that Lu Ting hid him, maybe he moved the place.

But Lu Ting thought that the other party was trying to divert the tiger away from the mountain.

Both were suspicious of each other, so they broke up.

Then both of them called someone to check.

At the end of the day, there was no sign of the girl.

The two had no choice but to sit in front and cooperate temporarily.

"She didn't contact anyone, did she?" Jiang Yao asked.

Lu Ting shook his head, "Do you suspect that someone took her away?"

"It's hard to say." Jiang Yao pursed her lips, feeling a little worried.

The girl didn't spend much time in the human world at all, and she didn't have much communication with people, so he was afraid that the girl would be deceived by others, and human beings are cunning.

Seeing the video over there, Jiang Cha breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that neither of them doubted her own identity.

Then turn over and sleep.

After staying at the beach for two days, Feng Yan said he wanted to go back.

But the little braids didn't have enough fun, so Jiang Cha and Jiang Cha were the last ones to go back.

She was still worried about how she would get on the ship without an ID card, but the man was taking a private cruise ship.

Jiang Cha followed on board the ship, except for the driver, there were only two people.

She walked around with the man, and felt a little emotional. There were many paintings on it, including an underwater world that looked particularly dreamy, and a very depressing and narrow room.

The two walls are completely different styles.

"What was your state of mind when you drew these paintings?" Jiang Cha was very curious.

"I will put myself into the painting and use every organ of my body to describe it." Feng Yan walked to the picture of the room, stretched out his hand to touch it, and closed his eyes, "The room is very small, with many things in a mess, messy It's oppressing people's nerves."

Hearing his description, Jiang Cha closed her eyes and felt it seriously. Soon she opened her eyes and gasped for breath.

She was having difficulty breathing.

Before Feng Yan left the painting, his brows and eyes were full of disgust and helplessness towards the world.

Coupled with his unique decadent state, Jiang Cha felt a little helpless.

It seems that the other party has completely brought himself in.

"Your paintings are very thoughtful." Jiang Cha walked to the man, "But too much empathy is not good for the mind."

Hearing these words, Feng Yan looked up at the girl, "What did you see?"

"Fire, raging fire." Jiang Cha looked at those paintings with a special look.

If I want to compare it with others, this painting is relatively immature, and the color matching is not particularly mature.

But this is from a local point of view, if it is the whole, you will find that the effect is just right.

There are a few places in this painting where it's so heavily painted, it's like it's gone crazy, and it's scribbled on it.

"The crying of a child." She pointed at the little figure in the raging fire, "He can't do anything, he just watched, maybe he was frightened, he couldn't move."

Hearing the girl's description, the man pulled his collar, he felt someone blocked his throat, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

Jiang Cha quickly supported him, "Feng Yan, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

The man's face turned red, he moved his lips, and coughed violently.

Jiang Cha helped him to sit down, then poured him a glass of water, "Feng Yan, wake up."

She found that the man stared at the painting on the wall as if in a daze, and silently said "I'm sorry."

His parents died in that fire. At that time, he was playing outside, but Feng Yan, who was only two or three years old, was dumbfounded.

Looking at the parents in the fire, they wanted to run out, but they were hit by the broken building and couldn't move.

Feng Yan heard his parents telling him to run away at the top of their voices, and drove him away.

These are the last words of the parents.

When the rescuers found him, they only saw Feng Yan in a coma beside him, but his parents could not be rescued.

Feng Yan blamed himself extremely, every time he thought, if he wasn't in a daze, would it be okay to rush out to call his parents.

However, no one would blame him. He is only two or three years old. It is normal for him to be petrified when he sees these scenes.

Grandpa came to pick him up and left there to live in another city.

However, this has become the shadow of Feng Yan's life.

It's not that he likes to stay up late, it's that he can't sleep.

It started to be a nightmare every night, dreaming about the fire, sometimes repeating that thing, sometimes parents blamed him.

As time went by, his spirit became worse and he could only vent by painting.

However, he is a very sensitive person, and he often substitutes in Huahua, and it takes a long time to get out.

Just like that closed room, after Feng Yan finished painting, he shrank in his room, covered himself with the quilt and almost passed out.

He didn't dare to sleep at all, he was afraid of seeing his parents' resentful expressions.

"Fire?"

The man seemed to be caught in a certain situation, shouting "help", "sorry", "fire" and the like.

Jiang Cha raised his eyebrows, it seemed that this painting was his shadow.

"Feng Yan, listen to me, this is not your fault." Jiang Cha hugged the man, "Do you still remember how the fire started?"

After all, if two adults were in the house and a fire broke out, the two of them could run out immediately, and it was impossible not to get out.

"I was playing outside that day, and when I came back, I saw smoke coming from the house. I went to find my parents, and as soon as I went in, I saw two people lying on the ground. They couldn't move, and they told me to go." Feng Yan said with red eyes. Get up, "I was stunned, I forgot to cry."

"When I ran out, I fell down and fainted. When I woke up, they told me that my parents were gone." Feng Yan looked at the girl, "It's all my fault. If I call someone, will it be..."

Hearing the man's words, Jiang Cha touched his head, "No one wants this to happen, and it's not your fault."

Hearing the girl's comfort, Feng Yan didn't speak. He was trying to recall other situations that day, such as the place where the fire started.

"The place where the fire started is a bit strange." The man's voice was a little hoarse. "It's not just my house that caught fire, but also the neighbor's house."

"I remembered that the fire that started in my neighbor's house first spread to my house. Because it was an accident, I can't pursue it." Feng Yan said, sitting up straight, "But my grandfather felt uncomfortable, so he took me to move. gone."

After Jiang Cha finished listening, she patted him on the shoulder, "Your parents wouldn't want to see you like this."

Feng Yan was taken aback, pursed his lips and did not speak.

"Empathy is a talent, but you can't let yourself be addicted to it all the time. Over time, your spirit will go wrong." Jiang Cha taught: "If you think about your grandfather, you definitely don't want you to be stuck in it all the time."

Hearing this, Feng Yan was taken aback, he really didn't think about grandpa.

He has been living in the past, living in self-blame, and suddenly thinks of his elderly grandpa.

The other party is also very sad, but in order not to make myself sad, try to keep calm.

(End of this chapter)