[Science Fiction] Escape from Paint City

The two went downstairs and entered the room with the closed door on the first floor.

There is nothing related to painting in this room, but it looks very simple.

There is only a single bed, a small wardrobe and a desk attached to the wall in the room.There are two pots of aquatic hyacinths on the desk. The water in the transparent vase can be seen to the bottom, and the onion-like part has shrunk due to lack of water. The flower on the single pole has dried up, as if it had been made into a specimen.

In addition to the hyacinths, there is a small white lighthouse model and a few books.Sha Qianxing glanced over and saw three books called "People", "[-]" and "Wonderful World"

The whole room looked a little cold due to lack of popularity.

Shuichen opened the small closet, ready to choose one of the several sets of clothes hanging for Sha Qianxing.

He took out a set of light gray sportswear and handed it to Sha Qianxing, while he prepared to go out, leaving room for the other party to change.

Sha Qianxing reached out to take the sportswear, but his eyes stopped on the wardrobe that was still open.

"what happened?"

While talking, Shuichen followed Sha Qianxing's line of sight to look at the wardrobe, and suddenly froze, like a thinking marionette who suddenly lost control of a puppeteer.

The sportswear was removed to reveal an oil painting nailed to the wooden boards of the wardrobe.The oil painting is still blocked by several hanging clothes, and the whole picture cannot be seen, only a portrait of a person can be vaguely seen.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Shuichen suddenly stepped forward and violently tore off all the scattered clothes and threw them on the floor.

Now you can see the whole painting.

In the painting is a boy playing the violin.The boy is about 15 years old, with a little princely hair, black curly bangs on his forehead, sideburns trimmed to the position below his ears, revealing his small ears, he looks a little green and milky.The young man was wearing a white shirt and black trousers for performances. His left hand was on the first position, and his middle finger was pressing the second string tightly. It seemed that he was vibrating the strings.

What he is playing may be a lyrical ditty. The oil paintings all use warmer colors, and the transition of colors is also very gentle.

The style of this painting is exactly the same as the one he painted for Sha Qianxing earlier, obviously it is also the work of Shui Chen.But Shuichen looked very surprised, as if he didn't know there was such a painting in the closet.

"This is……"

Shui Chen stared wide-eyed, unable to look away for a long time, her body was trembling slightly.

"This is my painting. I must know this person. Why don't I remember this painting? Why don't I remember this person?"

Shui Chen's body was tense, with both palms firmly pressed to the sides of his head, his whole body looked like he was going to collapse on the floor, curled up into a ball.

Sha Qianxing hurried forward and supported Shuichen to prevent him from slipping down.

He didn't look surprised, he seemed to have expected this situation, and revealed in words that he also knew the boy in the oil painting.

"This is Tan Ling, he is Qin Ling, Brother Chen, do you still remember?"

Shuichen pushed Sha Qianxing away with one hand, and fell to the floor due to the reaction force.His brain throbbed with pain, the veins on his forehead protruded, and thin sweat suddenly accumulated on his forehead and nose, as if he was struggling in pain.The chip node behind the ear flashed a faint red light, as if unknown information was stimulating the brain nerves.

As the red light gradually dimmed, several images flashed in Shuichen's mind.

He was wearing a dark blue suit and was standing on the second floor of an all-silver metal building. The teenager was wearing the performance costume on the oil painting, holding a piano case in his left hand, and waving his right hand vigorously towards him, with a big smile on his face. The smile seemed to tell him to come down.There is a gentle smile on his face, this kind of smile is sincere and full of love for his younger brother, which he has not shown for a long time now.

The scene changed, and the boy stood in the center of a small stage.As he set up the violin and bow, the stage scene instantly turned into a forest.The piano sounded, it was a lyrical serenade.Under the stage sat myself in a dark blue suit and several people whose faces and figures could not be seen clearly.

The picture was blurred, and when it became clear again, the boy was standing a few meters away from him. The clothes on his body were already filthy, and the original color could not be seen clearly.He struggled vigorously to run towards the boy, but was restrained by the force behind him and could not move.The young man looked at himself with sad and relieved eyes.He tried his best to pull a smile, raised his right hand as if wanting to touch himself, then was instantly melted by the black behind him, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Shui Chen's heart was tightly grasped, he just remembered a person who was extremely important to him, but he might have died, and he had nothing to do with watching him die.

Now is not the time to be sad, Shui Chen thought, why did he forget Tan Ling, what happened in the past, I need to find the truth.

Shuichen's twitching body stopped, gathering strength, and slowly stood up while leaning on the wall, his eyes fixed on Sha Qianxing, and his voice came out of his throat.

"Why do you know Tan Ling, who are you?"

Shuichen was extremely vigilant at the moment, and the anxiety of memory loss overwhelmed his interest in Sha Qianxing.

"I'm a soldier, and I'm on my mission. I know everything about your past, including those you've forgotten. I'm here to help you recover your true memory."

"Why are you helping me? Did I know you before? Why do I have amnesia?"

Shui Chen was not satisfied with Sha Qianxing's answer, he asked further, while the strings of his body were tense, as if he was about to jump up at any time to restrain Sha Qianxing.

Sha Qianxing turned a blind eye to Shui Chen's changes and shook his head.

"It's just that I know you unilaterally. Your memory loss is because you were too deeply impressed by Tan Ling's death, so this memory will be cut off. If I help you, I am also helping myself. There is something that needs your help. Only You can only do it after recovering your memory."

"What do you want me to do for you? Who moved my memory?"

Shui Chen really needs to know more information, Sha Qianxing knows a lot, but what he always says is ambiguous.

"A protection task, memory, is the Scientific Affairs Office."

Shui Chen silently thought about the Science Affairs Office, he also thought of this, except for the Science Affairs Office, who else has such great ability to use his brain.However, he felt that Sha Qianxing's words were flickering, and he did not fully reveal the truth.

Shuichen could feel that Sha Qianxing's speech was restricted, as if he was afraid of being discovered by some force, so even though his answers were like squeezing toothpaste, and only one question could be answered, Shuichen didn't feel bored.

"You are on guard..."

"Shh..."

Sha Qianxing put his index finger in front of his lips and made a silent gesture.The appearance of oil paintings makes Shuichen suspicious, so that he can answer some sensitive topics.His own existence has been discovered, and if he talks about it for too long, the exact location will be revealed.

There was a long silence, and the atmosphere in the room was no longer tense. Shuichen wanted to find out everything about Tan Ling, and wanted to know this strange yet familiar boy.

And the thread of all this, Shui Chen looked at Sha Qianxing in a trance, it was the man in front of him.

The appearance of Sha Qianxing made him realize that his memory was not right. He had a feeling that with Sha Qianxing, he might discover more.As for Sha Qianxing's secret, he will always know it in the end.

After sorting out her emotions and making a decision, Shuichen had her usual naughty smile on her face again.

"Our Qianxing is really good. We care so much about the teacher, we must reward a loving one."

As he said that, Shui Chen blew a kiss to Sha Qianxing, sending him a round of glances.

Sha Qianxing turned his head to the side so that Shuichen could not see his expression, but the tips of his ears were a little red.

Ever since she knew that Sha Qianxing knew herself unilaterally and knew him so well, Shui Chen firmly believed that Sha Qianxing must admire him, so she never tired of molesting Sha Qianxing.Up to now, the idea of ​​learning painting is more like an excuse to get close to him, but Shuichen doesn't care about it, as if it is the interest between the two of them.

Shuichen bent down and picked up the clothes that were thrown away before, shook them and put them back into the closet.

"Okay, you can change your clothes first, and I'll go to the kitchen to make something to eat."

As Shui Chen said, he patted Sha Qianxing on the shoulder in a relaxed manner, then walked out of the room, and casually closed the door.

When Shuichen walked to the kitchen, he suddenly felt a dull pain in his head, and more information about Tan Xing appeared in his mind.

Qin Ting, the child of Shuichen's next-door neighbor, recuperates at home all year round because of his frailty and illness. It seems that his bones are weak and cannot support the activities of ordinary people, so he seldom goes out.It is very special in Qicheng, where everyone is safe from disasters and diseases.

There is no hospital in Qicheng, and all abnormal situations are handled by the Department of Science and Affairs. Shuichen doesn't remember whether Qin's father and mother sent Shuichen to the Department of Science and Affairs for treatment. out of the house.

At home all year round, the violin has become one of the few hobbies of Tan Lin. The boy said that he can't go out by himself, so he feels the world with the sound of music.Every time I play the violin with my eyes closed, I feel my soul floating around in the wind, feel the tingling of the sun on the skin, the smoothness of the water passing over my hands, and hear the chirping of birds in the forest , seeing people gather to perform and laugh.

In my memory, Tan Chen rarely went to the Internet to chase after hot spots. The boy always played the piano or listened to music quietly by the window, but when he saw Qin's father and mother, he would jump up happily again when he saw Shui Chen. Lively as a teenager.

Although the two are five years apart, their love of art and desire to touch the world allow them to communicate like their peers.Qin Chen often invited Shui Chen to listen to him play the piano, and Shui Chen also painted a lot of oil paintings about him.

Qin Chen's body is weak, and Shuichen always takes care of him carefully.The two have been friends for many years and are as close as brothers.

There are still many memories that are still blank. I don’t know what happened. Shui Chen and Qin Chen wanted to leave Qicheng together, and then Shui Chen was restrained, while Qin Chen stepped into the black mist and was completely dispelled.

But after the incident happened, Shui Chen forgot everything about Qin Chen, and at the same time, he stopped painting oil paintings of figures, and wandered around the small town every day, drawing sketches of various landscapes.

There are many strange places in the memory, Shui Chen thought.Tan Ling is so important to me, and his condition is so special in Qicheng, which reveals a special weirdness, how could he not look for the cause and solution?

For Tan Chen, who couldn't move around like an ordinary person, and with the threat of the black mist, he couldn't find a perfect solution, so he definitely wouldn't make any plans to take him out of Qicheng.

Moreover, he had never seen the all-metal building and small stage in his memory before. Compared with the memory he remembered in the kitchen now, the few pictures in the room were more real.

The relevant memories are all blank, and it is impossible to conclude whether it is completely absent or forgotten by myself.

Besides, cutting memory?Shui Chen sneered, this kind of vulgar inter-domain drama only appears.Shuichen firmly believes that this is definitely not out of her own will.

Shuichen cherishes all the people and things she meets, and feels the joy, sadness, anger, and anxiety they bring to herself.Judging from the limited memory, Tan Lin's death is undoubtedly inseparable from him. He will feel guilty and remorse for this pain, but he wants to remember these pains all the time instead of escaping by forgetting.

Extreme emotions will make him feel that he is truly alive, and he likes to feel this kind of pain gnawing at his heart inch by inch, and then spreading to his whole body, making his body tremble and beg for mercy.

This kind of negative and dark emotion is something that I always carefully care for and cherish.After all, this special experience will give birth to great works!

Thinking of this, Shui Chen's body trembled excitedly, both sides hung down on his chest, fingers crossed and clenched tightly, knuckles were pressed black and blue.

It took half a year for Shui Chen to regain his emotional stability, and he would never allow these memories to disappear inexplicably like this.Thinking of Qin's father and mother, he planned to meet them later to see if more memories would emerge.

Qin's father and mother, Shui Chen thought to himself, he thought of them like strangers, without emotion.

In fact, he remembered that the same was true for other people in Qicheng.Even for the water father and water mother, there is more respect than closeness.

He didn't feel this before, but after meeting Sha Qianxing and thinking of Tan Ling again, he realized how indifferent he was to other people.

And Mingming himself, how much he likes people, how much he likes to be in contact with people!

Perhaps, he, Sha Qianxing, and Tan Xing are the outliers in this world. Others seem to be managing their emotions. They laugh when they should laugh, and cry when they should cry. Leave a trace.

The whole world seems to be drawn by an invisible thread, everyone is walking on the established track, and the road he wants to find is not in Qicheng.

The author has something to say: Qin pronounces Qin (two tones) when making a surname~

The whole article is basically from Shuichen’s perspective, and Sha Qianxing’s thoughts will be much less. I hope the cuties can also feel the charm of Shou

Shui Chen tends to be a bit self-abuse, is it an artist's quirk?

Thanks to Tuhua Paradise who helped to make the cover for free, recommend it~