Onmyoji Shikigami Don't Cry

Chapter 94 The Painter
On the white paper, there is a piece of black smeared randomly, bent into the shape of an eye, but very irregular.

In the middle of the pitch blackness, there is a circular blank space.

Similarly, it is also a crooked, extremely irregular circle.

"What is this painting?"

"It's Snow's eyes..."

"Snow?"

"Ah."

"What is snow?"

"Snow is snow."

After the man finished speaking, he picked up a painting from the ground, which looked like a white and tender radish.

Snow white, moist and tender, giving people a feeling of good touch.

However, Chen Yan saw five pointed and thin fingers in front of the "white and tender radish".

"Is that a hand?"

"Well, Chen Yan, you are very artistic."

Chen Yan himself doesn't think so. Although those paintings are strange, but if you think about them, you can still see what they are.

"Chen Yan, sit on the bed, let me draw some pictures for you."

There is no chair in the man's house, so he can only sit on the bed.

Chen Yan is not disgusted with art.

Although, she can't appreciate the man's paintings.

Chen Yan sat on the bed, feeling a little unnatural.

The man picked up a blank piece of paper, glanced at Chen Yan, and quickly drew with his hands.

The whole process lasted for a long time, but the man never raised his head.

Obviously, he didn't look at Chen Yan any more, but just painted his own picture.

Chen Yan was bored and played with his mobile phone...

"Drawn..."

The man held the painting and pointed at Chen Yan, who glanced at it.

"Lips?"

What is drawn on the white paper is a flower, but the petals are not blooming outwards, but curling inwards.

Red flowers that form the shape of a lip.

The painting is very detailed, and you can even see the vertical fine lines on the petals.

Those fine lines, like the fine folds on the lips, are somewhat charming...

Chen Yan is a girl, she looks like she has the urge to kiss her.

Probably, it is fragrant, slippery, sweet...

This man is a bit powerful.

"You draw very well, why is life so difficult?"

Chen Yan asked.

"I won't sell these paintings..."

"If you don't sell it, how will you live?"

"Life?"

"Ah."

The man walked towards Chen Yan, and then approached, Chen Yan could feel the warm breath coming from his body.

The man fell in love with Chen Yan, and for a long time, Chen Yan's brain began to lack oxygen and became blank.

Then, in a blank space, a delicate flower suddenly bloomed.

Man, let go of Chen Yan...

"What are you doing?"

Chen Yan asked slightly angrily.

This is not Chen Yan's first wen. Chen Yan's first wen was given to his deskmate when he was 13 years old.

However, she still had a little reluctance to see a man suddenly like this.

"Chen Yan, people are tired of life, but forget the most primitive peace and happiness."

"What's the meaning?"

"That's right, I don't need to live..."

Chen Yan thought about it, but she couldn't understand the man's thoughts at all.

No need to live, to die?
"Please explain clearly."

Chen Yan said.

"While I was painting just now, what were you doing?"

"Playing with your phone, what's wrong?"

"Why play on the phone?"

Chen Yan was a little at a loss as to how to explain the man's question.

Shouldn't it be normal to play with your phone when you're bored?
"Because playing with a mobile phone can bring me fun."

"pleasure?"

"Ah."

"What's the use of having fun?"

Chen Yan didn't want to talk to him at all, and he wouldn't have looked for a man who was too mature if he had known.

Chen Yan didn't know whether there was a generation gap between himself and him, or because he didn't understand the artist's thinking.

Anyway, I can't communicate...

"what do you want to say?"

Chen Yan asked.

"Human beings create more and more things and have more and more conveniences. However, they are also being bound more and more heavily."

Li Xi lay on the bed, and continued: "When you create an electric light, you cannot do without it. When you create a mobile phone, you cannot do without it. If you don't even feel it, it will be difficult to live. But in the past, when there were no such things , Humans are still alive and well?"

"Li Xi, you are right. If you are capable, escape from these constraints."

Chen Yan said.

Chen Yan already clearly felt that Li Xi and himself were not in the same way, so when they spoke, their tone was a bit bad.

Li Xi lay on the bed and didn't speak for a long time. Chen Yan looked at Li Xi's room again.

In the room, there was only one bed, and then nothing else.

There were no wires on the walls and no lights.

No tables, no chairs, no drinking glasses or anything like that.

This... how did he live?
"Chen Yan, let me draw some more pictures for you."

The man's sudden voice made Chen Yan look away.

For some reason, there was a sense of loss in the man's voice.

Maybe it was Chen Yan's tone just now, which made him a little bit shocked.

"Well, when the painting is finished, I'm leaving."

Chen Yan said.

Chen Yan decided to leave Li Xi.

You can't live in such a place with him for him, right?
And don't want any modern things, live a life that is disconnected from the outside world.

How can such a person question the whole outside world?
The man slowly got up from the bed, then stood in front of Chen Yan, and began to draw.

Soon, a painting was finished, and the paper was thrown on the ground.

Chen Yan looked over and saw that it was a willow branch that had just sprouted young leaves in spring.

The willow branches are dense and soft, and countless willow branches form a painting.

It's like a girl lying on her back in the water, her long hair fluttering in the flowing stream.

"It's hair..."

Chen Yan said in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, another picture floated to the ground.

There are two slightly towering peaks, with some white snow falling on them.

Chen Yan couldn't help lowering her head...

The man's pen still didn't stop, as if he was in a hurry.

Maybe it was because he was afraid that Chen Yan would leave, and no one would give him inspiration.

When a pair of white thighs floated on the ground.

Chen Yan couldn't help looking at her legs, which were covered under the long red skirt.

The man didn't even look at Chen Yan's legs...

"Finished."

All the paintings are scattered on the ground.

The man drew Chen Yan's lips, hair, legs, and mountains~
It’s just these few parts, why do you say it’s finished?
Although Chen Yan was a little puzzled, she didn't intend to ask.

Because, she already planned to leave this strange man.

"Then take me home."

The sky outside has gradually turned dark. There is no village or shop behind this place.

Chen Yan was a little worried that this man would do some... things to him.

"Well, let's go."

The man looked at Chen Yan and said to her.

Afterwards, the man took Chen Yan into the car and returned to Qinghe town all the way.

It's because Chen Yan is worrying too much...

　The painter's story, you can eat it with confidence... I just don't know if anyone can guess the ending...it should be impossible^_^
　　
　
(End of this chapter)