monster study

The self, which was gradually lost in the long dream, returned to the human body after going around.It doesn't matter if the body is alive or dead.

Some questions don't need an answer because the answer is known before the question is asked.After Wang Jun asked the question, the breath he had just accumulated all his strength to lift up suddenly dissipated. Only then did he realize that his hands and feet were cold, and then he couldn't stand still and sat on the ground slumped.

The paintbrush tumbled from his hand to the ground, and the white paper was blown away by the wind, stretching like white banners and falling around.

Looking at the palace with a rough frame that had just been built from a distance, Wang Jun suddenly felt a little ironic.His life is like this unfinished house in front of him. He thought that with his own efforts, he would build a magnificent and radiant hall.However, he only set up a frame, and everything is over.

If a house halfway through construction is not covered with tiles, it will only have a simple frame.It doesn't matter whether it will become a gorgeous palace or an unfinished building.

However, just as he was staring at the house in a daze, Lu Zhifei sat down in front of him, opened the box and said, "These are the drawings you left behind. I have taken them apart to look at them before, do you mind?"

Wang Jun froze for a moment, then shook his head.He's dead, so why bother?

Lu Zhifei continued: "Don't you want to look at your old paintings again?"

In fact, Wang Jun thought to himself, this person is really nosy.But Lu Zhifei's peaceful face and warm tone made him not bored at all. He is like a friend, sitting down and talking with you very normally. Such long-lost leisure is addictive.

To be honest, Wang Jun can't remember what he painted before and how he painted it, and he doesn't really want to hurt the scene, otherwise it would be too cruel for him.

Lu Zhifei didn't force him either. He flipped through the drawings one by one by himself, focusing all his attention on the sketches. He only spoke a few words with Wang Jun occasionally, and didn't follow the routine at all.

Wang Jun couldn't help itching in his heart, Shang Si and Xing Jun stood watching not far away, Xing Jun said: "Your Yuanyuan is getting worse and worse."

Shang Sixin was delighted with Xingjun's prefix of "Your Yuanyuan", raised his eyebrows and said with a little complacency, "That is."

Xiao stammered and squatted beside Shang Si's feet, once again wondering whether their conversation just now was a compliment or not.Shang Si glanced at him, touched his little butt with his toes, and said, "Why don't you build a house? Are you on strike?"

"But, but he, he woke up." The little stutterer became real as soon as he met Shang Si.

Shang Si squatted down, and the terrifying face of the big demon king was magnified in front of Xiao Jieba. He tilted his head and asked, "So have you defeated the demon?"

Well, so scary!Little stuttered, teeth chattering, "No..."

"Then it's not a good time for him to wake up, this time he will thank you." Shang Si said.

Thanks, thank you?The little stutterer was caught by these two words, and suppressed his fearful eyes to look at Shang Si, "Really, really? Will he be happy this time?"

"Really." Shang Si stretched out his finger and tapped his forehead, "The Great Demon King never tells lies."

The little stammer suddenly became happy, the big devil said that he would not lie to him!So he immediately ran towards the half-built palace and directed with all his might.

The little monsters were working in full swing, and the sound of jingling was endless.

The sound was like a piece of music, playing a cheerful tune, slowly filling people's hearts with warmth.Seen through the tears, the lamps hanging on the simple scaffolding are not like fireflies in the night, although they are small, they are also pleasing to the eye.

Wang Jun suddenly longed for this firefly in his heart, even if that yearning was just a little bit of duckweed in the sea of ​​his heart, it was almost insignificant.But he originally thought that after seeing the reality clearly, his heart was ashamed.

He couldn't help sneaking a peek at the sketch in Lu Zhifei's hand, and felt embarrassed when he asked with a smile, "Would you like to see it together?"

Lu Zhifei took the initiative to hand over the drawing, "This one, is your drawing the barbecue stall over the north gate?"

"Ah... yes." Wang Jun looked at the unfamiliar yet familiar sketch, and a wave of nostalgia welled up in his heart, "That's the family, the boss is a middle-aged woman with a foreign accent, and her family has roast chicken skeletons, there are When I want to buy something to treat myself, I will buy two chicken skeletons from her. Have you ever eaten there?"

Lu Zhifei smiled, "It's delicious, isn't it?"

"Yes." Wang Jun also laughed, and then regretted, "It's a pity that I won't be able to eat it anymore."

"She moved away. Last summer she said that her son was going to settle down, so she went back to her hometown and said she was going to go back to build a house." Lu Zhifei said.

"That's it... that's pretty good." Wang Jun suddenly remembered his hometown, and vowed to go back like a dog, but now he can't go back forever.

Lu Zhifei immediately took out another drawing, "What about this one?"

"This cat, it's a stray cat, maybe it's too ugly and no one wants it. The place I live is not suitable for keeping cats, so I packed a cardboard box for it to make a nest. It's also quite obedient Yes, every time I want to paint, I give it something to eat, and it doesn't run around, just lie there and let me paint..."

When Wang Jun talked, he babbled, and sometimes he stopped to think for a while when he couldn't remember clearly.Lu Zhifei listened carefully to what he said, turning his head to look at Shang Si from time to time.

Shang Si and Xing Jun actually took out a small table with short legs and drank wine under the camphor tree.When the evening wind blows and the moonlight falls, just looking at the lights of the palace, it really feels a bit romantic and freehand.Shang Si saw Lu Zhifei looking over, and even raised his glass to send him a look.

Lu Zhifei turned his head silently and continued to listen to Wang Jun's rambling about the past.

Xing Jun took a sip of the wine, thought about it seriously, and then asked Shang Si: "Is Lu Zhifei angry?"

"Why is my family Yuanyuan angry with me?" Shang Si lazily lay half on the table, with his chin in one hand and the wine pot in the other, with a bit of a drunken smile on his lips, and said, "He loves me. "

Xing Jun rolled his eyes, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Shang Si poured a glass of wine on his own, and drank it down in one gulp, looking very contented.

Xingjun doesn't want to talk to this old man, anyway, he must not be the one who was repaired in the end, so what should he care about?And watching Shang Si die is a very pleasant thing. Xing Jun felt better and offered to pour wine for Shang Si.

Shang Si was flattered, "Aren't you really going to change to the warm male route?"

"Warming won't warm you." Xingjun put the wine pot on the table heavily, and snorted coldly.

Seeing his moody look, Shang Si shook his head helplessly and distressed.Caring for the lonely and widowed elderly is everyone's responsibility, "You, I'll organize a social gathering for you tomorrow."

Xingjun: "...What are you getting on your nerves?"

"Aren't there still a lot of big monsters living alone? Wu Qiangqiang's bastard cried to me twice in three days that he didn't have a boyfriend, and my ears were calloused."

"Where was the successful person last time?" Xingjun asked.

"It's broken up." Shang Si rubbed his brows, "The other party dislikes her for dragging the family, and I haven't disliked him for being too old."

"Did she bring him back to the study?"

"No, I ran into Xiao Qiao and Lin Qianfeng on the date. You know the temper of the young master, and he almost killed him in the end. Recently, Lin Qianfeng also followed his example and did a good job of fanning the flames beside him."

"Didn't you learn this from you?" Xingjun asked back.

"I did it openly, can it be the same?" Shang Si objected.

"You really have the face to say that," Xing Jun snatched the jug, "Do you know how it feels to be sitting at home and being approached by your opponent?"

"Can you blame me? I'm born to be powerful. They insist on coming to me to compete. It's because they have something wrong with their brains. You stay in one place all the time. They can't find me. If they don't ask you, who can they look for?"

"Do I know you very, well?" Xing Jun was so angry that he now wondered how he became friends with Shang Si at that time?Was the brain bitten by Erlang's dog?

Seeing Xingjun's angry appearance, Shang Si thought it was amused, and squinted his eyes with a smile, "I said, how do you remember these old accounts so clearly, can't you? Our Xingjun's young mind really suffers so much. Does it hurt? Hahahahaha..."

Shang Si laughed so wildly that Xing Jun picked up his wine glass and threw it at him.Shang Si stretched out two fingers to pinch it precisely, and shook his head, "Don't be like this, Mr. Xing, don't be angry, anger hurts peace."

Xingjun kept a cold face and did not speak. At this time, Xiao stammered and rushed to Wang Jun and Lu Zhifei. He looked anxious like ants on a hot pot, but he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Lu Zhifei asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Little Stutter blushed, secretly glanced at Wang Jun, then leaned close to Lu Zhifei's ear and whispered to him.But who would have thought that after Lu Zhifei had finished listening, he said to him, "Go and tell him yourself, okay?"

Xiao stuttered a little scared, Wang Jun woke up today, he didn't seem to be the Wang Jun before.But thinking of what the big devil said to him just now, the little stammer was filled with courage again. He squatted at Wang Jun's feet with small steps, raised his head and asked in a low voice, "You, aren't you going to draw today?"

If Wang Jun doesn't paint, he won't be able to change materials if he stutters.Without changing the materials, there is no way to build a big house.If you can't build a big house, you can't make him happy if you stutter.If he is unhappy, the inner demons will not escape.

Wang Jun looked at the little stuttering eyes full of expectation and a little timid, and was speechless for a while.Want to draw?Do you want to continue drawing?They are all dead, and there seems to be no reason to draw any more.

Efforts are useless, there is no need.It's already like this, there's no need for it.

The little stutter probably saw the decadence and powerlessness in Wang Jun's eyes, so the little eyes became listless, and the dragon's tail drooped on the ground and lost energy.

He felt very sad, and looked back at Lu Zhifei pitifully.

Lu Zhifei knew that he was blaming himself, but no one had the position to demand anything from Wang Jun.This whole thing seems to have nothing to do with right or wrong, it's just that everyone's choice is different, and the fate given to them is also different.

However, it may be possible to struggle a little more.

No matter how helpless and embarrassing you are, there is always room for struggle.

"Little Jieba, come here." Lu Zhifei beckoned to Xiao Jieba, and Xiao Jieba ran over obediently, then he patted Xiao Jieba's head and said, "How about we draw? Can you draw?"

Xiao stammered and nodded, shook his head again, and then told Lu Zhifei: "Ugly."

Lu Zhifei smiled, "It's okay, as long as the painting is fun."

Xiao Jieba thought for a while in a daze, then nodded vigorously, "Yeah!"

The two did what they said, and Lu Zhifei spread out the blank paper to conceive the pattern, and then asked Xiao Jieba to hand over all his brothers and sisters to help, and then asked him to call the big devil and his friends over.

Xiaojie was so pleased with Yizhi that he boldly went over to tug on Shang Si's trousers, "Come, come."

After pulling Shang Si, he went to pull Xingjun again. A little monster the size of a Coke can pulled two big men. The scene was fun and magical.

Soon, everyone gathered together.The babbling little monsters, the cold-faced boss of the underworld, the big devil handing out paper and pens with a smile, and the especially popular young man in the middle of the crowd who is drawing with his head down, together with the unfinished palace behind, It constitutes the picture in Wang Jun's eyes.

One by one, the drawings gradually took shape, and cheers of surprise burst out from the mouths of the little monsters. Those ugly patterns that couldn't even be seen in their original shape seemed to be the most beautiful things in the world at this moment.

Wang Jun looked at it, and suddenly remembered what Lu Zhifei said just now - it doesn't matter, as long as the painting is happy.

I also recalled how he felt when he first picked up a paintbrush. He never envied how good his background was, never thought about how much money he would make in the future, it was just because he was happy.

Painting makes me feel happy.

In order to keep this rare and pure happiness in the world, that's why I never gave up, didn't I?