Thousand Lantern Night

When I told Wang Meng that I had no memory of the past, he burst into tears.Then he began to tell me that I am the owner of this shop, my name is Wu Xie, I am 28 years old, and I am the eldest grandson of the old Wu family in Changsha.A year ago, I asked him to look after the shop for me, saying that I was going out to do something, but he never came back.He asked me if something happened out there and I can't remember it at all.

Wang Meng made two phone calls first. I heard him tell someone on the phone that my boss was back. The one on the other end of the phone was very calm, while the other was bluffing.After hanging up the phone, Wang Meng told me a lot about my past, and I had vague images in my mind, as if I had a little impression of what he said, but not deeply.As I listened, I started to feel drowsy, hitting my head on the arm of the chair.

Wang Meng jumped up excitedly, trying to help me upstairs to sleep.He said that no one lived in my house for a long time, and I couldn't live in it without cleaning it.The room on the upper floor of the store was used for rest in my spare time. The bed was fully furnished, and he cleaned it very well every day, so it would not be a problem to settle down.

I was really tired after these two days of fussing. When Wang Meng left in his little donkey with the things he forgot in the store, I locked the door and dragged upstairs.

I rubbed my eyes and went upstairs, still holding the thing I just took out from the hidden compartment of the beam in my hand.The door was ajar.The room was dark, as if someone was watching me through the narrow door.This kind of consciousness made me startled in a trance. While fumbling to turn on the light, I pushed hard to open the door but didn't dare to step in right away.

Oncoming is a cool wind.Because it is indoors, there is not much air flow, but it makes people feel the eerie coolness clearly.I stood at the door and stared blankly at the inside, as expected, everything was readily available. I don't know why, but I felt like a world away.

There was a bed against the wall, and a picture hung on the wall.

Before I had time to look at the other furnishings, I was absorbed by the painting first.

This is not just a portrait of a person, or a portrait of an animal.Because the picture is composed of a man and a unicorn.

The man put his hands in his trouser pockets and wore a simple hoodie.The hat was turned up to cover the top of the head, so that the forehead hair almost covered half of the face, and the other half of the face was exposed, with eyes downcast and expressionless.On his back was a long thing wrapped in cloth, like some kind of ancient weapon.From the perspective of the picture, this should be an angle of passing each other face to face.

As for the unicorn next to it, its composition and display angle are a bit strange.At first glance, there is nothing special about Kirin.But if you look closely, you will find that there are many ferocious ghosts stepping under the feet of this unicorn.If you take a closer look, you will find that the lines of the ghost are connected to the unicorn. In fact, the whole unicorn itself is composed of countless little ghosts.And the angle presented in the picture is an angle of looking up, it looks like the unicorn is jumping down from the top of the head, ready to fight and eat at any time.

It can be seen that the person who drew this picture has a good composition skill, all the lines are made with one stroke of ink, without modification or smearing at all.I took a closer look, and there was no trace of a pencil draft.That kind of proficiency is like the painter's fingertips touching and depicting the facial features and bones of the person in the painting, and only relying on the impression in his heart, he can engrave the other person on the drawing paper.It is a complete copy of the original.

Looking at this painting, I have an indescribable feeling.What's even more strange is that I have a vague feeling that this painting was painted by myself.Wang Meng told me just now that I majored in architecture, and of course I also learned painting.Therefore, if it is really painted by myself, it is not impossible.

The question is, why am I painting this picture?Do I recognize this person in the picture?Have you ever met him?Also, what's the matter with this unicorn and its angle?I was thrown by it?How is it possible, I am still standing here.Besides, the unicorn is a beast that shakes ghosts, and I'm not a ghost, so what is it doing to pounce on me?

I didn't realize that I was standing in front of the bed studying this painting as if obsessed, and it seemed that something in my mind was about to roar out, but it was always "cut" at the most critical moment.I was suffocated and stuffy, and I felt like I was immersed in a quagmire that I couldn't force enough, sinking bit by bit.I couldn't help but irritatedly wanted to pull the neckline with my hand, but forgot that I still had the piece of beam jade in my hand.

When I felt a sharp stabbing pain, the gap on the beam jade had scratched my neck, pulling out a long cut.

My blood was stained on the jade, so I couldn't help but clicked my tongue in pity, and subconsciously thought, don't spoil this treasure!

When I turned around twice and finally found half a rag, and was about to wipe off the blood on the jade, I was surprised to find that the blood was gone.I thought it might have been wiped off my clothes, but there wasn’t much blood anyway, so I threw the rag casually, put the jade seal on the bedside table, took a shower in the bathroom next door, and fell down on the bed.

I'm so exhausted!

A familiar feeling surged up in an instant.It's that feeling of coming home.I sighed, it turned out that I was really Wu Xie!This bed is really mine!

There is nothing better than this.

I can finally sleep comfortably!

Stretching for a while, I took the jade seal casually, held it up in front of my eyes and looked at it again, still wondering why those people from Biantou Ah Qi came to my shop to steal it?Moreover, what are their backgrounds, how can they be sure that there is this seal in my shop?

But I was so tired that my vision soon started to blur.There was a slight breathing sound in my ears, as if it was my own, or it seemed to be from someone else sleeping beside me.I couldn't tell the difference either. The moment the jade seal fell on my chest, I tilted my head and fell asleep.

At that moment, I felt that I suddenly became lighter, as light as a wisp of smoke, drifting through many messy scenes, but I couldn't see anything clearly.

Until the surrounding scenery all turned into a vast expanse of whiteness.