Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

The afternoon was long.

Qu Wu went out to work again.

The publication of "Flowers and Leaves" is becoming more and more formal, and the circulation of the magazine is increasing. At the same time, she has to take care of her work at the newspaper. Therefore, she is thinking about renting an office building in the city center as a formal studio.

She invited Ye Kong to go with her, but was rejected as expected.

So the downstairs door was locked, and Ye Kong was the only one left in the two-story huge coffee shop.

After she lay in front of the window and sketched for a while, her thoughts began to drift away from the plot, and her eyes unconsciously looked up at the sky outside the glass.

It was still gray in color, but it looked higher, farther, and colder than usual...or maybe it was just her illusion.

When will it snow again?

I really want to watch it with Wen Can...

At this point, she suddenly recalled the inexplicable conversation she had with Qin Ranqiu.

It felt good when she said it at that time, but Ye Kong began to regret it now - she shouldn't have said anything about holding hands and kissing. Qin Ranqiu, a woman who could openly say that she had sexually infatuated other people's boyfriends without any shame, might have become even more sexually infatuated after hearing such words.

...What a pervert.

What’s the difference between this and the toad dreaming of a swan?

Dirty woman.

……

Ye Kong lay down and looked up at the sky, cursing Qin Ranqiu from head to toe in his heart with an expressionless face.

After cursing enough, she couldn't help but think of Wen Can mentioned by Qin Ranqiu.

Sitting by the water, the boy wearing a hospital gown under his ill-fitting suit, facing the moving sun, sat motionless for the entire afternoon - what was he thinking?

I heard that Wen Rong used to be a very good father and husband - everyone still thinks so today.

Even though the old man was almost engaged to Qin Ranqiu, who could be his daughter, there are still so many people willing to believe that that was not his intention.

From this we can see that Wen Rong did act very well in the past.

Or maybe it wasn't acting. After all, she didn't think a woman like Chi Wandao would be deceived by pure acting.

She tilted her head, rested her head on the other arm, held the pencil in her left hand, and unconsciously drew black lines on the paper.

My thoughts continue to wander...

——But if you look into it more deeply, perhaps this is the most fatal thing.

Wen Can has truly enjoyed what others call a perfect and happy family, with loving and harmonious parents.

He truly grew up in love.

So when disaster strikes, he is completely unprepared.

And when things happen and he realizes the truth, how should he recall everything that happened?

How can he tell the difference? In the long years, from when did the true feelings turn into false ones? The familiar people changed their faces, but he still embraced them with fake faces?

I lived comfortably and ostentatiously until I was twenty years old, only to find that every day that passed was a Rashomon.

——It’s simply a horror story.

So... on that silent afternoon, was he reminiscing about the past, or was he looking at his longer and more painful future?

Where is his emotional outlet?

Did he remain so calm because he had let out his tears and vented his sorrow when no one was around, or had he never had such a moment?

What is his heart like?

……

The sky is always cool and light.

The quartz clock hanging on the white wall ticks away, magnifying the passage of time.

After struggling like this for a while, Ye Kong decided to lie down on the other arm.

As a result, when she raised her head, she was stunned for a moment - on the drawing paper with a shallow draft, she had drawn the outline of a young boy.

Sitting on the moss-covered wooden bridge very close to the water, the setting sun refracted by the waves flowed across his face.

The boy's hair was moving and the grass and trees were swaying left and right, but the picture was silent, as if no sound of the wind could be heard.

Ye Kong stared at the paper for a while and then muttered to himself, "It's a good drawing."

After she finished her evaluation, she switched arms and lay down again.

"Why isn't it snowing yet?"

Everything is back to the starting point.

The girl's dark eyes stared at the sky outside the window, and her previous thoughts seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

·

She began to ponder the phrase "guests from Nangang" again.

But perhaps this word was too disgusting and gloomy for her, so her thoughts began to divert again involuntarily.

"Goodbye Witch".

She remembered this.

Why a witch?

Because the aunt who cooked for them at that time always had a sullen look on her face, and no matter whether she was cooking or serving rice, she always liked to mutter something to herself.

She was young at that time and liked to daydream. Staring at the aunt who was serving the rice made the picture abstract unconsciously.

A pointed black hat grew on the top of his head mixed with white hair, and the old clothes that were washed and faded became a long cloak. The greasy vegetables in the big iron pot turned into a magic potion of strange colors. The thin lips that kept mumbling began to glow, and the face with obvious wrinkles became young and beautiful...

In the end, the image in her mind had nothing to do with the cook.

The little mouse also came into being out of thin air.

She was an idiot for calling Tu Wan a witch today - to be honest, she did think so.

But this did not stop her from envy of the witch and the little mouse.

He didn’t understand when he was drawing as a child, but now Ye Kong already knows what he was doing.

She was just studying herself.

Because he realized the difference between himself and others very early on, Xiao Yekong's initial curiosity was all about himself, rather than about the outside world or this world.

So she drew a little witch who would be willing to give up the antidote and die for the brief company of the little mouse.

So she drew a little mouse who hated and feared the witch, but in the end fought with other mice for three hundred rounds for the witch's corpse.

——A somewhat cruel story.

This was the comment made by the editor at the time.

At that time, Ye Shiyi was greatly shocked by this evaluation - this was clearly an innocent and beautiful story.

After all, both the witch and the little mouse have rich emotions that she absolutely cannot understand.

If a person can be emotionally rich enough to have the wish of "I would rather die than fail to achieve my goal", how wonderful and worth cherishing would her life be?

Even eating breakfast is worth being happy about, even falling leaves is worth being sad about, even if you can only see your friends tomorrow is worth crying about - if people can live like this, then wouldn't every minute and every second be worth remembering?

Instead of being an empty container like her, time flows into her body and then flows out, leaving nothing behind and taking nothing away.

Even though I'm growing taller and older day by day, I don't want to remember anything.

Sometimes she even doubted whether she existed at all, or whether she was time, born just to be an observer in a tiny corner - but if that was the case, then did she have any other kind in this world? Did her kind also live a boring and empty life day after day like her?

——Such unknown self-research and curiosity are present in almost all of Undead Demon’s works.

Sometimes when Ye Kong looks back at his paintings, he can recall the sunshine at that time without any thought.

So even though she never said that she liked painting, she still persisted in painting for many years.

Since she had no strong emotions to record time, she had to use painting to record herself.

——It would be nice if I could remember my mood at that time without drawing.

——The quartz clock ticks.

When she changed sides for who knows how many times, the street lights outside the window suddenly lit up.

Then her phone vibrated.

The girl glanced at the incoming call lazily and swiped to answer it.