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

The box of sparklers was completely burned.

Two people squatted on the ground, each holding a stick, and used the burning sticks to form an "X", a "person", and a "V"...

They huddled together and watched as the flames crackled and turned into ashes all over the ground, until only a bunch of black wire was left.

Ye Kong gathered the wires into a handful, turned around and stared at Wen Can for a long time, then suddenly stood up, looked around, found a flat place, squatted down and started painting.

Wen Can followed her closely and tried to wrap the blanket around her again, but it fell off again after the girl hadn't moved for a few seconds. He tried to put it on again...

After this went on for a few times, the girl's irritated "Ouch" was heard in the darkness.

Wen Can was pushed away. The tall man was clearly standing there looking down at her, but the way he looked at her silently with the blanket in his hand actually seemed a bit pitiful.

Ye Kong: ...

"Don't bother me, put it on yourself."

Ye Kong turned his head back with a heart of stone, and threatened: "If you come over and destroy my snow with your big footprints again, I will beat you."

Wen Can: ...

He looked down at his shoes. Unlike Ye Kong's furry and lightweight slippers, his soles did leave obvious mottled footprints on the snow.

Wen Can had no choice but to take a few steps back in disappointment.

The pen made of iron wire made a rustling sound as it scratched on the snow-covered rooftop.

Because the light is too weak, it seems that only the light within our sight exists in the world, while the world outside our sight is an illusion of nothingness.

Wen Can stood five steps away from the girl.

His eyes were fixed forward.

The wind and snow swept against each other, swirling back and forth on this rooftop that seemed endless and yet extremely small.

His field of vision seemed to be shrinking, shrinking to the point where he could only see the girl's back as she moved at a snail's pace.

From her sleeves, she showed her red, frozen fingers tightly gripping the "wire pen".

She kept staring at the ground, her profile looking even paler in the darkness.

The slightly red tip of the nose appears and disappears from time to time.

Fluffy eyelashes that can only be seen when you blink.

Occasionally pursing the lips and occasionally opening them to exhale white air.

And the black and soft hair from which snowflakes kept falling.

……

"Can I take photos?"

Wen Can asked suddenly.

Ye Kong paused and glanced at him: "Sure, I just happened to not bring a camera."

Wen Can took out his cell phone and took a lot of photos of her.

Ye Kong would usually not be disturbed by any noise when she was painting, but Wen Can's movement made her look back frequently.

The first time she looked back, she saw the man squatting on the ground taking pictures of her, his posture like a professional and hardworking photographer.

So I couldn't help but look back a second time.

The second time she saw the man move to a closer position, with his whole body twisted strangely, making it hard to imagine that this was a posture that Wen Can could do.

Ye Kong: ...

I couldn't help but look back for the third time.

This time she didn't see anyone, and when she turned her head again, she found that the man had moved to face her.

A long one was lying in the snow, pointing a cell phone at her.

Ye Kong: ...

"oops!!!"

The girl pounded the ground in frustration and threw a handful of snow at him: "You are not Wen Can, are you? Who is sleeping with my boyfriend?"

Wen Can:……

"Is that so weird? I just wanted to take a better picture of you."

"No matter how I take pictures, they look good!" Ye Kong held the wire tightly, "If you disturb me in this weird way again, I will bury you in the snow!"

"Why don't you just not look at me?"

"But you're making too much noise!"

"I didn't make any sound. Are you picking on me on purpose?"

"I didn't." Ye Kong glanced at him, "It's just that your presence is too strong."

She continued to draw a few more strokes before adding, "I can even hear your breathing."

"...Are you a man with super hearing?" Wen Can could only complain in a low voice, climbed up, turned on the video mode, and circled around Ye Kong quietly.

Ye Kong: ...

She silently raised her head, squatting there and couldn't help but began to recall how she dealt with the children from the Flower Box when they disturbed her painting - basically she would beat them up or give them a fierce look.

She wanted to turn around and express her displeasure and threat with her eyes, but when her sight met Wen Can, who was circling around her and looking more silly than ever before - even she could feel the displeasure and irritation of being disturbed, like a balloon with a hole poked in it, completely deflated in a few seconds.

What was replaced was the smile that unconsciously appeared in the eyes and at the corners of the mouth.

She followed the spinning camera lens with her eyes, and after she hummed a laugh from her nose, she could no longer suppress her laughter.

Her mouth opened, the corners of her lips curled up, and a laugh that she wanted to suppress but came out from the bottom of her heart continuously from her throat.

The wind and snow swirled around her.

The camera is also rotating around her.

Like the sun and sunflowers rising in a snowy night.

But it makes it difficult to tell which side is the sun and which side is the sunflower.

·

Painter Ye resisted a lot of interference and finally completed the painting.

It is the side view of a man and a woman lighting fireworks together.

Wen Can stood quietly in front of the painting for a long while before picking up his phone and taking a few pictures.

Finally, he held Ye Kong's shoulders and said, "I really think you are a better painter than the Undead Demon."

Ye Kong: ...

"If you want to surpass her, I will help you."

Ye Kong: ...

Ye Kong said nothing, pushed the man to the front, and handed him the wire.

"What?"

"Put pen to paper."

Ye Kong pointed to the lower right corner: "Write the time, place and our names."

“Is this the sense of ritual?”

Wen Can said this and squatted down obediently to write.

·

——A newspaper coffee shop rooftop, snow, night

——Ye Kong/painting, Wen Can/photo

-2024.12.19

·

Ye Kong pondered for a moment in front of the complete painting, then pulled people forward and squatted down. He raised his phone so that he could take a picture of the painting and took a selfie.

"One, two, three, laugh—"

Click——

·

The most stereotypical scissor hand gesture.

The white snow and the painting were particularly eye-catching in the dark night, and I couldn't help but turn my attention to each other's faces.

Tangled black hair, a rare peaceful smile on the girl's face, and the man's slightly curved eyes.

A thin halo of light stained the bottom of his pupils, and then froze forever...

·

The machine made a clicking sound and slowly spit out the dimly lit photo.

A hand wrapped in bandages picked up the photo, looked at it several times, and finally fixed its gaze on the man's curved eyes.

"Why are you laughing like you're about to cry?"

She gently touched the man's hair in the photo, turned the photo over, wrote the date on the back, put it in the small notebook she carried with her, and put it in the drawer.

There was a constant sound of brakes coming from under the window.

The girl turned her head and looked down. It was the convoy that had returned empty-handed last night, but was coming down again today under an unknown leader.

Seeing a simple and graceful figure coming down from the leading car, the corners of her mouth curled up, she stood up and turned to go into the bathroom.