The story that Qin Fu and Jiang Huai listened to

After Qin Fu returned home, he sat on the sofa contemplating things. In fact, it was the effect of being in a daze. He can't move his mind at all now. He has a little more IQ than a decoration, and he can only think about things bit by bit.

Since we have lived together for so long, what about things?It shouldn't be obvious that there is nothing there. Qin Fu stood up and wandered around the room. In fact, he is not very familiar with the things in the house, let alone distinguishing whether there is something that is not his own.

He walked around and stopped in a corner of the study, where there was a stack of paintings on the bookshelf.

Qin Fu was fascinated by the sketch in his hand. The person in the painting was Qin Fu. He was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, wrapped in gauze and wearing a ventilator. Qin Fu frowned. Is this what he looked like in a car accident not long ago?There are a few words written in the lower corner of the painting, "I haven't woken up yet".Marked with the date, it was four or five years ago.

It's not his stuff, Qin Fu is sure he doesn't know how to draw, he turned around and saw three words "Jiang Huai Ting" written in a flying corner on the back, and "Qin Fu" written in the same handwriting next to these three words is more regular Some, more powerful.

Qin Fu stretched out his hand and picked up another one. It was still him in the painting, but the date had changed. It said "Didn't wake up, Qin Fu is a pig" underneath, and the words "Qin Fu pig" were written next to Qin Fu's head on the painting. , Qin Fu was amused when he saw it.

He reached out and hugged the stack of paintings, put them on the desk, and sat down to read them slowly.

The painting is all about him, and the person who drew the painting should be Jiang Huai Ting.

The first painting was almost five years ago, and there will be one every other month after that. At that time, Qin Fu always closed his eyes on the hospital bed.

Suddenly there was a picture of Qin Fu sitting on the hospital bed and opening his eyes, his eyes were indifferent.Qin Fu frowned slightly, and subconsciously looked at the words in the corner, "Wake up, I lost my mind, I have no conscience." Then he added a rare line "Just wake up"

Qin Fu's fingers slid over those words lightly, feeling a little sad in his heart.

The interval between paintings after that is not so regular, sometimes it is half a month, sometimes it is a week, the longest time is not more than one month, and the shortest time is only two days.That painting was obviously much more scribbled, and Jiang Huai listened to write "Bastard" in big characters. Qin Fu looked at this painting and felt a little helpless. He didn't know what he did that day to offend him.

Qin Fu stared blankly at the stack of paintings in front of him, he couldn't think of anything, and he didn't feel anything, but he was very sure in his heart that Jiang Huai Ting was originally in his life and occupied a very important position. Where did he go?

He scratched on the drawing paper with his fingers. He was hospitalized five years ago and seemed to have been in a coma for a long time. Jiang Huai Ting had been taking care of him and was with him later. The last stop time of the drawing paper was Half a month before his car accident, did Jiang Huai know that he had a car accident?Hasn't he been with himself all the time?

Qin Fu rubbed his forehead and thought a little bit, he suddenly thought of a possibility, maybe he just broke up with Jiang Huai Ting half a month before the car accident, so he took all his things and disappeared.

It makes sense, but Qin Fu always felt awkward.

After thinking about it for a day, he felt his head was going to explode. He shook his head and decided to go to rest first. When he stood up and walked to the door of the study, he came back by some strange circumstances, picked up the stack of paintings and went back to the bedroom.

This is the only clue, Qin Fu said to himself.