monster study

The big house was finally about to be built, Xiao Jie pulled the boy's trousers, and took him to see the big house, "You come, you come."

But the boy brushed him away impatiently, without taking his eyes off the drawing paper for a moment.He can't stop, he has nothing but the paintbrush in his hand, he wants to keep painting, keep painting.I have to draw more and better, so...

With an ouch, the little stammer was thrown on his back and covered in dust.Lu Zhifei thought about it in a hurry, but Shang Si reached out to stop him and shook his head at him.

"But……"

"Wait a little longer." Shang Si's tone was firm.

At this time, Xiaojie got up from the ground by himself, as if he didn't mind at all, patted the dust on his body, and went to pull the boy's trousers, "Come with me, can you come with me? There is a big house , your painting has become a big house!"

Hearing the word "painting", the boy's expression finally became a little moved.

Xiao stammered persistently, "Come on, come on!"

The boy was finally pulled by him, and walked to the front of the palace with a paintbrush in his hand.

The temple has a main hall and two side halls. At this time, the candles in the hall are gradually lit up, as are the lanterns hanging on the corridor.The little monsters in charge of lighting the lamps ran around on ladders, and when the last lantern was lit, a little monster riding on the ridge of the roof happened to cover the last tile.

"It's finished!" He cheered, and the little monsters in the whole palace also cheered together.

The little lights are reflected in the boy's eyes, illuminating the magnificent palace.At that moment, the mortal world seemed to be isolated by this light, and the concept of time became extremely blurred here. In everyone's mind, only this glorious palace remained.

The boy walked up the steps quickly, brushing the vermilion pillars and beautiful paper windows with his fingertips, and his steps could not hide his excitement.Xiao Jieba followed closely behind him, with anticipation in his eyes.

"Is that the owner who stammered?" Lu Zhifei asked, standing not far away.

Shang Si stared at him, "The inner demon is on him, although Xiao Jieba can't beat him, but his illusion can trap this person and the inner demon together, preventing them from causing harm to other people."

If you can't beat it, then banning the heart demon circle is also a way.But what about the boy?How can a person be forever trapped in an illusion?

Lu Zhifei couldn't help but look at the boy's feet, there was no shadow there.

He suddenly remembered what Xiao Jieba said, "Master, he's gone", so this boy died because he couldn't resist the inner demon?Lu Zhifei's face became serious, "In the past few years I have been in school, I don't seem to have heard of anyone passing away."

"Maybe it was a long time ago." Shang Si said.

But no matter how many years ago, death is a fact.Die at the best age, when you still have a dream in your heart, that's why you're so reluctant, right?

Even after death, he still holds the paintbrush tightly, keeps drawing, keeps drawing, can't distinguish between reality and fantasy, maybe he doesn't even realize that he is dead.

The boy visited the entire temple almost fanatically. He carefully looked at every detail of the carved patterns, and even climbed up to the roof to admire the row upon row of tiles. Wanting to paint, I muttered to myself: "It's not good enough, it's not good enough, I want to paint better, and the details can be better, this can't work, it's not enough..."

Seeing him so happy, Xiao Jieba smiled very happily, his eyes seemed to be filled with little stars.He couldn't help but raised his head and asked him: "Are you happy? Do you like it? Let's build a big house tomorrow, okay?"

The little stammer at this time is like a child eager to be praised, every cell is full of joy.

"Tomorrow?" The boy's eyes suddenly showed confusion, he turned his head to look at the little stammer, "I want to draw better, right? Tomorrow, tomorrow I will build a big house, I want to draw better... Yes, I draw so badly like this, it's not good, it's not good, I want to draw better, I need inspiration, I want to keep painting, I need inspiration..."

As he said that, the boy suddenly tore up all the manuscript he had just drawn like crazy, and the shreds of paper fell down like snowflakes, falling into the little stuttering eyes and turning into water.

He hurriedly picked up the pieces of paper, but there were too many pieces of paper, and he couldn't pick them up no matter what.Turning his head, the boy pulled his hair in pain, unable to be redeemed due to the exhaustion of inspiration.

Little stuttered anxiously and distressed, climbed up his arm and grabbed his hand pulling his hair, hugged his fingers tightly to comfort him: "It will be there soon, it will be there soon..."

However, his voice couldn't reach the boy's ears, he was still insane, and he was thrown off with a flick of his arm.

Xiaojie got up from the ground again, held back tears and looked at the boy, moving towards him little by little, fearful and unwilling to give up.When the boy's crazy state seemed to calm down a bit, he quickly moved up again, touched the boy's hand holding the paintbrush, and saw that he didn't push himself away this time, so he nestled in his hand and continued to comfort him like a smooth hair.

Lu Zhifei watched from the side, wanted to walk over several times, but held back.What is Xiaoba thinking in his heart?He must feel that this is his responsibility, so even if he is pushed away again and again, he is unwilling to give up.

Because this is his war with the demons, his war.

After a while, the boy finally calmed down, took another piece of paper and spread it out in front of him.It's just that his hands were trembling constantly, and the straight lines trembled into waves.But he didn't lose his temper anymore, pursed his lips, held his right hand firmly with his left hand, and drew the first line slowly and firmly.

One, one, and another, straight and curved, seemed to constitute his entire world.

The surroundings calmed down again, and the boy was drawing with the candlelight shining from the palace, just like every student walking on the road of chasing dreams, ordinary and extraordinary.

But he was... already dead after all, Lu Zhifei couldn't bear it, "Can the demons be eradicated?"

"Difficult." Shang Si said bluntly, "Little stutterer's method is just to appease the demons constantly, and it can't cure the root cause. However, since the host of the demons is dead, I have a very convenient method here. "

"any solution?"

"Kill them all together."

Shang Si looked calm, and Lu Zhifei knew he was not joking.Now that the person is dead, the worries in all aspects are much smaller. Instead of letting him suffer from the demons here, it is better to let him get rid of it earlier.

but……

Shang Si looked at Lu Zhifei who was deep in thought, and there was a gentleness that Lu Zhifei didn't see in his calm eyes, "If it were you, what would you do?"

"Me?" Lu Zhifei was taken aback. If it was him, what would he do?Is it simply and neatly killing demons?It seems not, that is not something that Lu Zhifei can do.No matter whether he possesses the power of Shang Si or not, as long as he sees the boy's perseverance, he won't let him go.

If he were a boy, what kind of ending would he hope for?

Lu Zhifei thought for a long time but couldn't come up with an answer. Perhaps it was wrong for him to think about the ending on behalf of others. Everyone's ending should be chosen by himself.

"I want to talk to him first." Lu Zhifei asked Shang Si for his opinion.

Shang Si held Taibai Taihei in his arms, and waved their chubby hands, "I wish my family Yuanyuan every success."

"Aren't you helping?"

"Little stammer was looking for you, but he didn't ask me for help." Shang Si blinked innocently, "Don't worry, I'll cheer you up. Come on, little fat man, sing a cheering song for you Lu Lu Lu Lu."

Too white and too dark is very face-saving, and he opened his voice and sang, "Come on, come on, come on, come on..."

Lu Zhifei turned his head decisively and left, just in time when Little Stutter poked his head out when he heard the singing, and the two looked at each other.Lu Zhifei waved at him, he hesitated for a moment, then ran towards Lu Zhifei.

"What's your master's name?" Lu Zhifei squatted down and asked.

Little Stutter tilted his head and thought for a while, then shook his head, "I don't know."

"Then how long has he been like this?" Lu Zhifei asked again.

The little stammer still tilted his head, not knowing why, "Master, let's go."

"I know he's gone, I asked you when he left, do you remember?" Lu Zhifei explained patiently.

"It's been a long, long time." Little stammer couldn't remember the time, and as he spoke, his voice became a little crying.He seemed to be remembering the past, and the tears that he had just managed to hold back flowed down.He twitched and raised his hand to wipe it, only then did Lu Zhifei see that there were still scratches on his hands, as if they had been wiped on the ground just now.

Lu Zhifei rubbed his head distressedly, and gently wiped away the dirt near the wound, but at this moment, Xiao Jie asked him a question, which made him stunned on the spot.

"Do you know where my master is?"

"Isn't he..." Lu Zhifei couldn't help looking at the boy, and halfway through the conversation, he suddenly thought of another possibility, "You mean your master isn't him?"

Xiao stammered and nodded, "Master is gone."

The master is gone, this small stammering sentence that has been repeated, seems to have another meaning at this moment.Shang Si, who secretly ran over to eavesdrop, couldn't help but let out a little gasp. At first, they thought this sentence meant that this person died, but they ignored its literal meaning.

That person is either dead, or he is gone, left.

But how could the inner demon appear on this person now?

Lu Zhifei hurriedly asked again: "Then do you know who this person is?"

But what was disappointing was that Xiaoba still shook his head, but then he explained in his own way: "Master, he felt very uncomfortable, so he left and didn't want anything. Then Popo, Popo stood outside the wall , slammed into a big car, he floated out of his body, and came here."

"Popo?" Lu Zhifei asked tentatively, "Who is Popo?"

Xiao stammered and stretched out his hand towards the boy who was painting, "Popo."