Quick wear: Oops! The paranoid god is a love brain

After Yan Feng persuaded Wei Yuzhe, Wei Yuzhe really began to work seriously on the most serious creation of his life.

I have typed the draft countless times.

But every time I finished drawing, I felt that it was not what I wanted to express. Then I rewrote and revised it, and finally started all over again.

After watching him go back and forth like this for several times, Yan Feng felt a little bit sorry for him.

He reached out and poked Wei Yuzhe.

He reminded her seriously, "Wei Yuzhe, I'm just making a suggestion to you. I'm not saying that you really have to do this. What I mean is..."

"I know, but this is something I want to do now."

Wei Yuzhe chuckled and said, "At least while I'm alive, I hope this painting can always be hung in our home. This way, whenever I look up, I can see the two of us together in harmony. Don't you think this is a very happy thing?"

It is indeed very happy.

But seeing how hard Wei Yuzhe worked every day, Yan Feng felt that there was no need to be so persistent.

He looked at the draft that had just been typed on the screen, but it was obvious that Wei Yuzhe was not very satisfied with it.

Yan Feng touched his chin.

Then a rather constructive suggestion was given.

He said: "Maybe... you don't need to think so much?"

Wei Yuzhe blinked.

For a moment I didn't understand what he meant.

Yan Feng continued to explain to him, "For example, for this painting, although we said at the beginning that only one painting would be enough. But if you want to depict too many chapters of our lives, then it doesn't matter if you add a few more, right?"

After all, the happiness between them cannot be summed up by a simple painting.

Wei Yuzhe agreed with this point.

Of course Yan Feng thought so too.

Wei Yuzhe opened his eyes wide, as if awakened by a word.

Then the smile in his eyes became brighter than before.

He nodded slightly.

“It’s a really good idea,” he said.

From that day on, Wei Yuzhe stopped scratching one draft after another. Instead, he kept painting, and his efficiency was dozens of times higher than before. In a month, he had already painted several paintings that recorded their daily lives.

But this time, Yan Feng did not do anything to stop his efforts.

Because he was very happy too.

In those paintings, he and Wei Yuzhe always have a happy smile on their faces. Coupled with the bright and vivid colors used in the paintings, people's mood will unconsciously improve when they see the paintings.

For the next period of time, Wei Yuzhe became almost addicted to this daily routine.

Anyway, they are making enough money now.

In addition, although Wei Yuzhe no longer needs to manage the company, the shares left by the older generation are still generating income for them.

So even if the paintings are things that they don’t plan to sell, it will definitely not affect their daily lives.

In the blink of an eye, several decades have passed.

Wei Yuzhe's physical condition was not as good as imagined.

The reason is also very simple.

No matter how normal and happy his life was at the beginning, after he entered that nightmarish sanatorium, his body was indeed suffering from all kinds of torture every day.

The drug couldn't kill him directly, but it would destroy the foundation of his body. For two years, he had been under the ravages of that drug, so that even after so many years of good care, his condition still couldn't recover to the way it was before.

So when he was in his early sixties, he realized that something was wrong with him. The amount of time he slept each day increased, and the increasing burden on his body became more and more obvious when he entered his dreams.

And whenever this situation occurred, Yan Feng would once again enter his dream without hesitation, just like when they first met.

Yan Feng had told him this countless times during their previous interactions.

His identity is his nightmare.

But in fact, for Wei Yuzhe, Yan Feng was clearly the angel who rescued him from the nightmare.

Whether it was the nightmare in reality or the despair he experienced after falling asleep every day.

Yan Fengdu is his only salvation.

From beginning to end, nothing has changed.

Originally, I thought that if my health could get better, I could spend more time with Yan Feng. But after keeping the god by my side for so long, Wei Yuzhe still had some ideas in his mind.

Now it's time for him to let go. No matter how much he struggles, he is not qualified to force the other party to stay.

So I prepared lunch for Yan Feng again.

Sit at the dining table with each other.

Wei Yuzhe looked at Yan Feng.

He threw back to Yan Feng the words that Yan Feng had said to him when they escaped from the sanatorium together a long time ago.

He said, "Baby, you promised me before that you would take my soul after I died. I feel like the time is almost up now. Do you still want it?"

Yan Feng:! ! !

Don't say it.

If the other party hadn't specifically reminded him of it, he would have almost forgotten that this world really did not seem to have made any clear agreement with the other party?

He immediately extended his hand.

Pointing the rosary on his wrist in front of Wei Yuzhe, Yan Feng said, "Now put your hand on my rosary, and then say that you are willing to give me your soul, and our agreement will be reached."

Very simple method.

His lover still wants him.

Wei Yuzhe finally smiled with relief.

Then, just as Yan Feng said, he pressed his fingers on the rosary on Yan Feng's wrist.

He made his most sincere promise.