Yin Yang

Early the next morning, with his bag on his back, Su Yi got off the bus before the morning rush hour and stood still in front of the secret service building.

Across the road, he raised his head to look at the five-story building with a garden in front of him, and couldn't help opening his eyes slightly.

The secret service building is actually two low-rise buildings connected together, the front one has five floors, and the back one has three floors.It was too late the day before yesterday and I didn't notice it. Standing outside today and looking towards the secret service building, Su Yi found that the two buildings were very different from the surrounding ones. The exposed walls were covered with strange dark gray lines, densely covered with the whole building.

Su Yi has seen this kind of pattern before, and the old man once drew this kind of similar pattern on some small things, and then sent it out, but he didn't know where to send it.He has never been interested in these foreign things, but now that he thinks about it, those lines are likely to have some effect. For the first time, the old man stayed at home all day, raised him, and left him in the account. The fact that there were a few million raised some doubts.

Thinking about it, Su Yi's eyes lit up slightly. If he learned to draw this kind of pattern, would he be considered to have a skill and be able to try to join the secret service?

Just do it, Su Yi found an open-air Starbucks on the side of the road, ordered something casually, then sat down in the corner, took out the drawing book from the backpack, arranged the pencils one by one, and drew the secret service building in front of him.

The secret service building was quickly outlined with a few strokes, and the surrounding plants and iron railings were carefully painted with lines and shadows. Then, Su Yi encountered the biggest problem since painting.

Those textures seem to be integrated, but they seem to be able to split into many different individual textures, and then they look like an inseparable whole.

The tip of Su Yi's pencil fell on the paper, hesitated for a moment, lifted it up, and landed on the paper again, but did not move for a long time.He has always been drawing what he sees in front of him, and for the first time he feels that he has no way to start.

After hesitating, the coffee he ordered was ready.Su Yi got up and picked it up. He didn't pick up the pencil at all, but stared at the secret service building, carefully distinguishing the lines.

If you look closely, you will find that each line of those lines is thick and thin. If you look at it for a long time, you will have the illusion that they are constantly twisting, making people feel dizzy.But Su Yi watched extremely intently, and didn't look away for a long time.His strange behavior attracted the attention of some people, and they looked towards the secret service building, but they didn't see anything, and they couldn't help but turned back bored.

After a while, Su Yi stared intently at those distorted lines, finally picked up a pencil, lightly dropped it on the white paper, and suddenly danced!

He didn't take a look at the lines drawn by his pen, but kept staring at the runes on the secret service building, and swiped the pen to draw those strange lines!

It wasn't until the sense of touch in the pen was wrong that he suddenly recovered from the mysterious and mysterious perception.Looking down, he found that he had drawn the paper boundary of the drawing book, the pencil fell on the glass tabletop, and drew a few times on the tabletop.

The thin distorted lines lined up on the paper like a mess of hemp. Because of the different thicknesses, Su Yi used different strengths, and what appeared on the paper was a deep and shallow thin line.He looked at it and felt that he should use a brush to control the changes in thickness.

Taking a deep breath, Su Yi drank the coffee in a few sips, packed up his things and walked out of Starbucks, went around to find a stationery store and bought some beauty pens, then went directly to the door of the secret service building, and found someone who could clearly I saw the street tree of the building and sat down on the platform, looking up at the twisted lines on the wall.

Gradually, the pedestrians around and the vehicles behind him all faded away in Su Yi's world. His eyes were only on the lines on the walls of the building. After a long time, the tip of the beauty pen in his hand fell lightly on the paper and moved. .

This time, his speed was much slower, and it took him a long time to draw a distorted pattern, but the thickness of the pattern was almost exactly the same as the pattern being drawn on the wall!

Su Yi, who was sitting on the tree platform and acting suspiciously, was quickly spotted by the people in the secret service building. Yixiu, who was smoking a cigarette by the window, saw the thin white chicken sitting under the tree at a glance.

He exhaled slowly, narrowing his eyes slightly.What is that kid doing?

Su Yi, who was concentrating on painting the lines on the wall, unexpectedly saw a dazzling light. He quickly regained his senses, and saw the man leaning against the window smoking a cigarette.

Su Yi's mood suddenly brightened. What he thought at the beginning was to guard the door and always see Yixiu. He didn't expect to see people on the first day.

He couldn't help pursing his lips slightly and showing a shallow smile, raised his hand and waved slightly at Yixiu, and then continued to concentrate on drawing the lines on the wall.

Yixiu simply looked at Su Yi, and after a while, he found that he was looking straight at this side, drawing something.

He couldn't help but think of the painting that he crumpled into a ball, and it was still thrown on the desk where he hadn't sat quietly a few times.

At first Yixiu thought that Su Yi was painting him, but he soon realized that Su Yi's eyes were not on him, but on the wall outside.

There is nothing to paint on the wall, it is blank, it is better to paint him.Yixiu disliked Su Yi's taste, while looking casually at the quiet painter under the tree, his heart seemed to calm down with him.

A cigarette was slowly burned in his hand, and Yixiu realized that he didn't know how long he stood here looking at Su Yi.He stubbed out the cigarette in the trash can by the window with a blank expression, then turned and left.

When Su Yi came back to his senses again, there was no one by the window.He was not disappointed either, he was already very lucky to meet people.Looking down at the black runes that covered the entire paper, Su Yi began to pack his things and prepare to go back.

After calculating the time and returning home before the evening rush hour, Su Yi quickly walked into the master bedroom, rummaged through the cabinet under the old man's portrait, and found a few tattered thread-bound books from an old wooden box.

He took it back to the bedroom, turned on the light and looked at it.These books are densely packed with traditional Chinese characters, which recorded some miscellaneous things about ghosts and ghosts. Su Yi flipped through them for a while, and finally saw the familiar lines.

[Runes and pattern patterns are the abilities that most need talents and cannot be taught. They require users to have the understanding of the world, and they can understand the principles of the world from a flower, a leaf and a stone.No matter how strong or not the lines realized are, only I can experience them. Once drawn, they will be hidden in the world, and no one else can get a glimpse of them.Alas, the runes and formations are originally a family, but after thousands of years, the runes are almost cut off, and only the formations still exist...]

Su Yi was stunned for a moment, if those outside the secret service building were patterns, wouldn't he be able to see them?Can't anyone else see it?

The mobile phone placed on the wooden table vibrated. He picked up the mobile phone and looked at it, and found that the editor was looking for him to arrange a translation, and he had already sent several messages.

Slowly replying the news that no new translations were received recently, Su Yi continued to look through the thread-bound book in his hand, only to find that the description of the pattern was only a few short paragraphs, and there was nothing behind it.

Turning over all the thread-bound books, but did not find any more information, Su Yi couldn't help feeling annoyed that he had ignored the old man's little things with patterns, so that he didn't know anything now.

It was getting late, he could only put away these thread-bound books, wash up and go to bed.

The next morning, Su Yi appeared outside the railing of the secret service again, constantly drawing the runes on the wall.He showed up on time every day, and it had been going on for almost a week, and everyone in the secret service knew that he showed up on time every day.

Ji Baiqing stood by the window, looked at Su Yi behind the baby-faced youth, and said with some doubts: "He has been outside for many days, right? Why didn't he come in? I really want to sit and have a cup of tea with him." Woolen cloth."

Yu Hanyin also took a look, and said with a smile, "Maybe he is guarding the captain?"

When the baby-faced young man propped his face on the window sill, a stern cold light flashed in his eyes: "How dare he disturb the boss..."

Yu Hanyin glanced at the baby-faced young man, and said nonchalantly, "Yixiu hasn't said anything yet, don't do anything that will anger him."

The baby-faced young man froze, put away the coldness in his eyes, drooped his head weakly, and said coolly: "Then let him squat outside like this and watch us? Should I thank him for not holding up a mobile phone?"

Hearing this, Ji Baiqing immediately became unhappy: "Su Yi is not such a person, he must have been looking at this side for some reason, didn't you see him painting?"

The baby-faced young man turned his head to look at Ji Baiqing unexpectedly: "Bai Qing, you like him so much."

Ji Baiqing thought for a while, couldn't help but smiled, rolled her eyes, crossed her hands behind her back, and said briskly, "Because his aura is very clean and pure, like a piece of pure white, which makes me feel very comfortable."

Hearing this, both Yu Hanyin and the baby-faced youth looked at Ji Baiqing in surprise.They knew that Ji Baiqing, who had a certain blood in her body, was very sensitive to a certain smell of human beings, and the smell that disgusted her would make her feel uncomfortable.This was the first time Yu Hanyin heard Ji Baiqing talk about someone like that.

He smiled with some interest: "Pure white? Is there such a pure and clean person?"

The baby-faced young man looked at Ji Baiqing with his face propped up, and complained, "It's not because he is achromatopsic that he is pure white, right?"

That's right, on the third day in a row that Su Yi appeared near the secret service, they had already obtained a copy of his information.

Ji Baiqing shook her head, thought for a moment, and said, "It's not pure and clean, but... very empty white, like a blank space with nothing."