Heavenly Lord With An Unreliable System

Hearing his praise, Ji Yuze just blinked in his eyes and didn't open his eyes.

He is really a very quiet child, leaning against the wall, eyes confused and empty, as if completely immersed in his own world.

Ning An didn't disturb him, just put the medicine on the bedside table on time.

After a while, Ji Yuze suddenly got out of bed, went to his desk and said to Ning'an, "I want to draw."

Ning An Zheng Zheng just reaction come over, stand up to make way of position.

Jiyuze sat there, skillfully opened the drawer and took out the pen, paper and paint. He thought for a moment, but still pulled open a corner of the curtain.

A beam of light reflected on the desktop, the room seems to have a little warm.

After staring at the light for a while, he began to write on the paper.

There are still some pressed papers in the drawer, which should be paintings by Ji Yuze before.

Ning An found a stool to sit next to him and asked, "Ozawa, did you draw these? Can I have a look?"

After Ji Yu Ze frowned slightly, he nodded slightly.

Ning An carefully took out the paper from the drawer and unfolded it.

Ji Yuze may be very gifted in painting, every stroke is very flexible, but because of this, Ning'an is more and more frightened, eyebrows tightly together.

The scene on the painting is often the projection of people's heart.

Jiyuze used a large gray and black, twisted lines, as if jumping depression and madness, deep despair and uneasiness, jump on the paper.

Ning'an's heart ached.

He remembered Wang Xiaoxiao's disdain and disdain when he talked about Ji Ming. Perhaps, for Ji Yuze, Ji Ming was also a nightmare that he didn't want to mention.

Hands kept turning, until the last picture, Ning An's action slightly.

Other paintings tend to be meaningless graffiti or distorted scenery. Only this one is a portrait of a person.

Although I have never seen Ji Ming, Ning'an can still see that Ji Yuze painted Ji Ming.

The paper seems to be a bit shabby because it has been modified many times.

The man's appearance and Ji Yu Ze are very similar, wearing a decent suit, standing in the brocade cluster of flowers. He held out a hand with a gentle smile, as if to go through the thin layer of paper and embrace the person in front of the painting.

The color is warm and the strokes are very gentle. It's not the same style as the painting in front.

Ning An looks at the young man who carefully draws the line with drooping eyes, and can almost imagine how pious Ji Yuze was to complete the painting at that time.

This is probably his hidden dream, which is pressed at the bottom, not to forget, but to be afraid of being disturbed.

I'd rather sigh lightly.

He looked at Ji Yu Ze's eyes, suddenly a little softer, "what is Ozawa painting?"

Jiyu Zetou also pointed out the window without raising his head.

From the window of 315, you can see a small garden under the hospital. When the weather is fine, it is used to let the patients go out to explore the wind.

But now, probably because of the routine examination, there is no one below.

Jiyuze has outlined the outline of the garden, but in his pen, he can't see any full of vitality. The flowers are nearly withered, hanging head, looking dull and depressed.

"It's not like that." Ning An Road.

Ji Yu Ze was stunned, "what?"

Ning'an raised his lips and took Ji Yuze's hand. He took him to the window and said in a soft voice, "you see, it's very beautiful outside."