The abnormal daily life of a painter

"Oh? That's half an hour earlier than Lingling." Lois took out her laptop and searched on it: "Well, most people hear the abnormal noise after one to two o'clock, and it's still Some Xiaobai claimed to have heard the abnormal noise before midnight, laughing to death."

Because in the records of people who can be sure to hear the abnormal sound, there is no one who heard the abnormal sound before the zero point. This is the conclusion of more than ten years of research by the experts here in the old capital.

"How can this be compared? When you meet a timid person, the sound of thunder is more terrifying than thunder." Zheng Yichen, who drove the car, kept a low speed all the time to avoid any accidents. The snow in some places has not been cleared. Well, there might be someone freezing to death below.

"Everyone wants to be special. Anyway, I can't hear that kind of sound. You can catch up on sleep when you go back. There may be snow tonight." Lois closed the computer and was talking At that time, she checked the weather forecast. Even if there is no snow tonight, the old capital will use some methods to force snowfall at night.

Otherwise, more clouds will accumulate, and there will be another big blizzard in a few days. It is better to release the possible big blizzard gently.

"But I don't have to go to work these days."

Back at the residence, Lois threw her coat directly on the sofa. She was wearing a tight black sweater, which highlighted her good figure very clearly: "It's nice to hear the sound of the piano when you come back."

Lois came to Lei, who was sitting in front of the piano, and stretched out a finger to caress her chin, like a female hooligan: "You play well, I can hear happiness and sweetness from your piano sound." .”

"?" Ravelly looked at Lois with some doubts, can you hear that?She didn't even know that she played the piano with such a factor. This time playing the piano is no different from the previous practice, right?

"I received an invitation for the New Year's concert." Ling Lingsi said to Zheng Yichen.

"I remember that I haven't seen you much on New Year's programs every year." Zheng Yichen recalled the New Year's programs he watched in the past.

That is a program similar to the Spring Festival Gala. In the past few years, he has seen Lingling performing on stage, but he hasn't seen her on that show very much in the past few years, and it may be that he has paid less attention to that show. , missed the part where she appeared.

"In recent years, I haven't participated much, but only participated in some arrangements. I plan to participate this year."

"Then go ahead, I'll be your personal assistant then."

This is Lingling's career, Zheng Yichen will of course support it unconditionally, and Lois called Lingling to take a shower together after a while, Zheng Yichen took a bath last night, and he didn't intend to wash it again, so he returned to his bedroom Changed into pajamas.

Came back to the living room to draw a breakfast, and by the way came to the door of the bathroom, heard the sound of running water inside and knocked on the door: "I put the breakfast there."

"Got it." Lois' voice came out.

Zheng Yichen yawned and walked back, and incidentally said to Ravelly who was talking about the piano: "If you haven't slept well, you should catch up on sleep. You may still hear strange noises when it snows at night."

After speaking, he returned to his room, pulled the game helmet on the bed aside, closed his eyes and fell asleep, because he had been disturbed by abnormal noise all night.

The shutdown of the old capital did not have any impact on the old capital. People here are used to this situation. Anyway, there will be such a period of time every year. In this regard, the policy of the old capital is quite good. Because of natural disasters, people who are at home should Workers can still get normal wages.

If you go to work, it is considered overtime all day.

A few nights later, Zheng Yichen looked at the snowflakes falling outside the window with a straight face: "What's the matter, is this a heavy snowfall that occurs once in decades? Have you encountered Lingling before?"

"Twice." Ling Ling recalled and said, "The last time was 21 years ago, and the last time was 50 years ago."

Ling Ling's words made Ravelli look at Ling Ling more. She didn't know Ling Ling's age before. As for her own 15 years old...it's very watery. She was sealed and fell asleep when she was 500 years old. 500 years, ignoring those [-] years, she is now the same as a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.

"It's all beyond the scope of my knowledge, that is to say, the cycle of this kind of big snowstorm has become shorter?"

"No, this is not a big blizzard compared to what I remember." Lingling shook his head: "At least this time the snow didn't fall consecutively."

Holding her bent legs, Lois, holding a can of beer in her hand, said to Zheng Yichen: "When you've seen enough, hurry up and close the curtains, I feel cold when I look at the snow. "

"It doesn't matter if it's cold, I found that there are quite a few snow monsters in the Second Ring District." Zheng Yichen looked at a figure wandering outside the window and said, "Are those snow monsters considered living beings?"

"I can't hear the voice of the soul from them, only the whirring sound like the wind hole." Lingling glanced out the window: "And the snow monsters are everywhere, but there are fewer in the second ring area."

Zheng Yichen drew up the curtains, and without the snow scene outside the window, the warm light inside the house dispelled the last trace of cold brought by the snow.

Under the light, Ling Ling was holding a book and reading it. Now that she had accepted the invitation to the New Year's concert, she began to prepare. Lois pressed her chin on her knees, watching the program on TV, holding a book in her hand. The beer cans were shaking gently.

Ravelli looked down at a storybook, while Zheng Yichen twirled his paintbrush boredly, and pulled the drawing board aside.

This action made Lois immediately turn her head to look at Zheng Yichen like a cat hearing cat food in a bowl: "What are you going to draw?"

"It's so warm inside and so cold outside, I'm going to draw something that fits the occasion."

The paintbrush was dancing in Zheng Yichen's hand, and an outline was quickly drawn on the drawing board.

"Who is she?" Lois asked looking at the outline drawn by Zheng Yichen. She and Ling Ling didn't mind the new 'character' drawn by Zheng Yichen. The origins of both of them are there.

It doesn't matter who it is, as long as it's a supportive, reliable one.

The existence drawn by Zheng Yichen is not necessarily reliable, but it can develop the relationship to a reliable level, and once this kind of relationship is established, it is better than the trust relationship established with other people, because no matter how special those existences are, they will never This is also where Zheng Yichen needs to paint.

The ability to influence this world is not strong, but it can bring them extra help, although Zheng Yichen needs to feed back the corresponding rewards afterwards.

"Let me tell you a fairy tale."

Chapter 284 Don't lock the door

The fairy tale I knew when I was in elementary school before time travel, a little girl who sold matches in winter with a miserable life experience.

Don't talk about dark fairy tales, what he came into contact with back then was just children's books. When he grew up, he was no longer interested in fairy tales, so he naturally didn't know about those dark versions. The fairy tales in his memory were fairy tales.

"It sounds miserable, but it doesn't fit this era." After listening to the story of "The Little Match Girl" told by Zheng Yichen with interest, Lois threw the beer can in her hand into the trash can.

When there was no Internet, this kind of fairy tales would be welcomed by children, and they can also be used as bedtime readings, but now that the Internet is developing so well, children prefer to read other interesting things, and there may be some who like fairy tales, but the number Definitely not that much anymore.

"If this little girl holds a nuclear bomb detonator in her hand, everyone can see their grandma." Zheng Yichen said and finished the last stroke. Although the painting is bloody, the magical painting can pass through. Look at the brain to make up the color details.

It was a girl with blond hair and a little girl with bare feet who was obediently dressed in tattered clothes and an old apron.

"Hahahaha, I like this ending, how about helping him realize it?" Lois laughed hahaha as she looked at the drawing paper that Zheng Yichen took down from the drawing board.

Children listen to stories without extra thought, but adults think more when they listen to fairy tales.

"Don't make trouble, I'm just idle." Zheng Yichen rolled his eyes, glanced at the time, it was nine o'clock, and he would definitely hear the sound of a thud when it was midnight: "Here comes a painting, after I fall asleep , Let’s see if I’m the louder or the noise is louder.”

"Oh? Do you want to try to see if you will be woken up during the 'return'?"

"By the way, do a good deed to make up for my childhood regrets." He still remembers that when he heard this story when he was a child, he felt uncomfortable for a while. At that time, he really wanted to help this poor little girl. ?

When I grew up, I ignored a lot of things. Occasionally, fairy tales I heard and read when I was a child sounded, but because I grew up, I didn't feel much after knowing that it was just a story.

"You can write a new piece of music." Lingling took out a stave book from the drawer on the table. The snow monster wandering outside had no soul, but the existence drawn by Zheng Yichen had a soul.

The blood-colored little girl on the drawing paper disappeared, leaving only shallow marks on the whole drawing paper. A young blonde girl opened her eyes blankly: "Grandma... where is this?"

The cold environment is no longer there, replaced by the warmth of summer, and the feet are not the cold ground with snow, but a soft blanket. The little girl is worried that when her feet step on it, it will dirty the place. carpet.

There are no candles in the house, but there is still a warm light. The little girl also saw several very beautiful sisters, and a young man who looked like a prince. They looked at her with kind smiles, which made the little girl feel at ease. down.

"Is this heaven?"

"It's the world." Ling Ling's gaze was drawn back from the little girl. This is a young soul that has been tortured but still maintains her innocence. The voice of the soul emitted by the other party was in a sublimation stage when she first appeared.

But that kind of sublimation seemed to be a flash in the pan, but even so, Lingling still recorded it, and wrote a line of words on the top of the music score with the pen in her hand—the happiness of dreams and bubbles.

"...Grandma didn't take me away?" The happiness on the little girl's face was completely gone, and she raised her feet carefully: "Sorry, I'll leave here right away."

"Hahaha, why are you leaving? Come, come, I'll take you to take a bath." Lois stood up with a smile, and directly lifted up the little girl's small body: "I'll find you another beautiful dress." clothes to wear."

The little girl's expression was a little stiff and bewildered. She didn't know why she appeared here, why this big sister with long brown hair was so enthusiastic, and the little girl who was taken into the bathroom seemed even more nervous.

But after the warm water washed over her body, the tension and confusion in her heart were also diluted. The little girl couldn't help but threw herself into Lois's arms. She felt as if she was being taken care of by a gentle mother again. Same.

"..." Looking at the crying little blond girl, Lois smiled softly, and reached out to touch the little girl's hair. Due to malnutrition, her hair looked dull and rough: "You are very poor." , and luckily."

Half an hour later, Lois returned to the bathroom with the little dress drawn by Zheng Yichen. Not long after, a nervous little girl was pulled out by Lois. .

Zheng Yichen grinned, and leaned on the sofa in a comfortable mood: "I think it's cool to use my ability in this regard."

The ability of a painter does not necessarily have to be used in Zhan Zhan Zhan or other aspects. For example, what you are doing now is also a use of ability. As for what it can bring to yourself, what is the significance?

It's not that he has strange meanings. Isn't it a kind of meaning to make yourself happy and make yourself happy?As for the little girl's thoughts?

Tsk, people who are about to freeze to death, what else do you want?

In such a depressing snowy day in the old capital, this feeling is indescribably comfortable even holding the stove.

"Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?" Lois asked the little girl with a smile.

"...noodles, ordinary bread is fine." The little girl said submissively. She felt that she had made a very excessive request. Ordinary bread, not the kind of black bread with sawdust and stones added.

Is this request too much?

"Stop laughing, draw something delicious for the child."

"Then don't feed people's mouths?" Zheng Yichen drew some food on the drawing board. There were not many pastries and the like, mainly because the malnourished little girl suddenly ate too good food, and her stomach hurt. no.

Some non-greasy meat porridge, and some other light food, the blond girl opened her eyes wide, she looked at Zheng Yichen, and then at the food taken out of the painting.

The little girl suddenly felt that Zheng Yichen was no longer a prince, but an angel disguised as a human being. It was a miracle that the painted things could become real, and exude heat and fragrance!

"You are careful enough, come and drink this, and drink it yourself." Lois pressed the little girl on the sofa and handed her a spoon.

The little girl was still a little nervous, she glanced quietly at Lingling, the youngest-looking elder sister with white hair as pure as snow was recording something...

The light and non-greasy lean meat porridge made the little girl burst into tears. She has never eaten such delicate food. If this is a dream, it is best not to wake up. She will eat a bowl of lean meat porridge soon clean.

But she was still hungry, but Lois stopped her: "I'll eat the rest later."

Although she didn't know what Lois meant, the little girl nodded immediately. She looked at the other foods on the table with some reluctance, although there were no oily roast goose and other large pieces of roast meat in these foods, But after tasting the bowl of lean meat porridge, she felt that these things were better and more delicious than those things.

"thank you all."

"Hmm~" Lois snorted noncommittally, playing with some matches in her hand, which was carried by the little blond girl after she was drawn.

Thank them for accepting it, even though this kind of thing is a piece of cake for them, even if it is a boring pastime, but for this little girl, it is a major event related to her life.

The pastimes are not shameful, and their pastime this time is not just for fun. When it was almost ten o'clock, Lois handed over the spoon to the little girl. After the little girl had almost eaten, Lois used He kicked Zheng Yichen with his bare feet.

He gave Zheng Yichen a look, which basically meant 'don't let my old lady export, it's your turn'.

"You are so good at taking care of people, how can it be my turn?" Zheng Yichen clicked his tongue, and she found that Lois is really good at taking care of people... When the little girl saw Lois, she felt the same as herself Same as mother.

"I take care of people, you have to let her face reality." Lois glanced at Zheng Yichen: "I don't like raising canaries."

She used to be pretty good at doing that.

"Okay." Zheng Yichen stood up, put his hand on the little girl's shoulder, and the little girl immediately became nervous.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Did I do something wrong? Did I eat too much? I... I will work hard to make up for it."

Zheng Yichen glanced at Lois and wanted to roll his eyes: "You didn't do anything wrong, but there is one thing you need to understand clearly. This is the world, but it is a dream for you. You have to wake up and face the truth that belongs to you. everything of!"

"...Can I stay in the dream all the time? It's too painful to be awake."

"Only by waking up can you make your dreams come true, and I will help you."

The little girl's expression was reluctance and pain at first, and then calmed down: "Is this guidance and enlightenment?"

Zheng Yichen smiled without saying a word, and when there was a picture of a bloody little girl on the drawing paper, Zheng Yichen stretched out his hand and rubbed his face: "I feel like I'm a magic stick."

"Ha~ It's not a feeling, it's just." Lois clapped her hands and laughed: "Didn't you see the expression on that child's look at you? It's like looking at an angel."

"The kind of angel with a lot of eyeballs growing on the wheel?"

"That doesn't matter, what matters is what kind of existence she thinks you are, um~ the loving kind."

Zheng Yichen waved his hand: "Okay, I'm going to bed, you guys stay up late."

"Remember not to lock the door."

Chapter 285

In the cold wind and snow, the blond girl slowly opened her eyes. She was cold and weak, and her consciousness began to blur after she woke up.

"It's really a dream..." The little girl slowly closed her eyes. If it was a dream, she thought that dream was good, but now that she died like this, she felt somewhat regretful and confused. Guidance and revelation... what is it?

In the eyes that were about to close, she saw a figure appearing beside her. The other person's body had perfect muscular lines, like a statue. When he appeared, the little girl seemed to see the dazzling golden light on his body.

"Hey, I'm used to it..."

The next moment, the frozen little girl felt her body start to warm up, and she was hugged.

"First of all, there must be a tent, and there must be a stove." The little girl, whose consciousness was already blurred, vaguely heard these words.

It seemed like a moment had passed, or it might have been a long time, the little blond girl felt her weakness gradually moving away from her, the cold wind and snow around her was blocked, and there was something like the sun shining in front of her.

She saw the brand mark of the cross on the back of Zheng Yichen's left hand, and there was a shallow wound beside the cross.

"Are you awake? Eat something first." A bowl of light meat porridge was delivered to the little girl.

The blond girl carefully tasted the meat porridge, tears streaming down her cheeks. The taste was exactly the same as what she had tasted in the 'dream': "Is it still a dream?"

"No, this is reality." Zheng Yichen took out a band-aid and covered the wound on the back of his hand, it will be needed later.

"Also, I'm not an angel." Zheng Yichen corrected the little girl's previous misunderstanding. As for why she didn't explain to her before she woke up, well, given her current situation, she needs to have more faith.

"...If you say so, I will think so." The blond girl quietly glanced at the back of Zheng Yichen's hand, she thinks that the 'angel' said that because she didn't want to reveal her identity.

"You also take these things." Zheng Yichen took out some other things, some nutritional lozenges, health care products from the old capital, which are good for the weak, and the pills last for a week. After the time is over, even if the existence time is over, what should be absorbed will be absorbed.