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Zhang Yajun only came last month, and then Zhang Youjun came every day, and now Gao Ming, the head of Jingping County Prince's Mansion, is here. He is very happy, and the wooden box carried by the servant behind him is full of gifts, which he said is for the national teacher.

"National teacher, since you went out last time, the king of the county has recovered from his illness, and he is not as empty and lifeless as before. Now he is full of energy every day. Although he can't take care of major affairs, he has resumed communication and often communicates with several people. In the world, people are not only energetic, but also smile more, I really appreciate the great kindness of the national teacher, your provocative method is really useful."

"Oh!" Moao replied lazily.He is not interested in knowing what happened to Prince Jingping.

Gao Ming was still talking non-stop, "Also, since the national teacher circled around our mansion, those wronged souls Xiaoxiao didn't dare to attack again, and they retreated spontaneously, and peace in the mansion was restored."

Speaking of this, Mo Ao gritted his teeth, his face livid with anger.

This dead kitchen god, just moved here and always coveted Rose's undergarments. He was so angry that he ordered his maid to wash Rose's underwear and hang them in his yard. Just repair him to a miserable state.

The Kitchen God was also smart, he didn't dare to step into his courtyard, so he made a small plan and asked his servants to get the paper and pens used by Rose, and he got angry and simply put away all the things used by Rose and locked them up .

Seeing him acting like a thieves guard, Rose shook her head and laughed, and when someone asks for something he used, she just gives it to him, and doesn't take it seriously.

Once he asked Rose, "Could it be that you are not afraid of that god of death, and do some shameful things with your used things?"

"Goodbye, you have done all the shameful things to me, he just thinks about it, so what's the matter?"

One sentence made him speechless, dissatisfied that he put himself on the same level as that god of death, he slammed the door and left in a rage.

Rose didn't pay attention to him, but he was so angry that he found Wu Yi to vent all night, but after it was over, his heart was empty, he wanted to...

He didn't know what he wanted, but he couldn't bear the current situation.

Gao Ming was still singing praises to him in the hall, he rested his chin on his hand, listening boredly, when suddenly he heard commotion in front of the hall, Gao Ming stopped his flattery, and looked over there in surprise.

This country's teacher's mansion has always been very disciplined, Mo Ao is good at running the family, coupled with his boundless magic power, the servants are proud to serve him, and naturally they are more clean and self-loving, and they will never lose their etiquette, but what happened today? so noisy?

A Lang rushed in first, his eyes were red and his hands were covered with blood.

Mo Ao glanced at it, guessing that it was Ah Lang who was young and energetic, who had provoked him, and had to fight with someone, but there was a faintly familiar scent coming from the blood on his hand...

This, this is Rose's blood, but why did his blood get on A Lang's hands?He quickly stood up from his chair and asked, "Where is Rose?"

A Lang threw himself in front of him, and said anxiously: "In the market, the paper and pens of Mr. Rose have been taken away by people recently, so he said that he wanted to go to the market with me and you to buy. It was fine at first, but suddenly Mr. Rose I knelt down, and then kept vomiting blood, I wanted to carry him back, but when he moved, he vomited more blood, so I had to leave Youjun there to watch him, and come back to report first.”

Hearing this, Mo Ao's heart constricted, blood flowed backwards all over his body, and he rushed out in a flash, forgetting to hide his non-human identity.

He was as fast as the wind, Gao Ming and others felt a gust of wind blowing by their ears, and then the national teacher disappeared, his face turned pale with fright, thinking that the national teacher really came down to earth from a god, or else he would disappear if he didn't see him.

A-lang rushed out, but still couldn't catch up with him, so he simply recovered his white wolf body, tore apart his four hooves, and chased all the way, not daring to stop for a while.

Mo Ao released the curse, and followed him, without A Lang leading the way, he rushed to Rose's side.

On the street, Rose's gray clothes were stained with blood, and no one could have imagined that such a thin body still had so much blood to vomit.

Rose raised her pale paper face to look at him, still with a relaxed and indifferent smile, as if there was no world and no one else in his eyes.

Not myself either!

Seeing that he was about to cast a protective spell, Rose shook her head. "Don't bother, this body is useless."

"No!" Moao kept roaring.

"She's here, she's actually come to the capital, that figure is her, it's her..."

Rose muttered to himself, he vomited out half a liter of blood again, the blood dripped from the gray clothes to the ground, and there were many people watching, whispering to each other.

Moao let out the scream of a dying beast from his throat, and the voices of others pierced his keen ears like arrows.

Some people thought it was dirty, some asked if they had a strange disease, and some giggled, as if they were watching a bloody farce.

These people were watching his rose vomit blood and die. Thinking of this, he couldn't control his anger, and his hands would turn into sharp claws, killing all the onlookers.

"stop."

Rose grabbed his hand, his hand trembled so much that Mo Ao was startled again.

"Rose, please, don't die!"

He has never begged anyone in his life, he is invincible in the world, even the current emperor is just a long-winded old man in his heart.

Even though the Kitchen God was a god, he was unhappy with him, so he still wanted to kill him. The Kitchen God was terrified, and ran away in fright when he heard his footsteps.

But seeing that Rose's life was about to disappear, his voice was hoarse, as if he was about to cry, more like a lost child who was at a loss.

Rose grabbed his hand, so his hand was also stained with Rose's blood, and then a bean-sized transparent liquid splashed into the blood, one after another, as clear and flawless as the beautiful morning dew.

"what is this?"

He touched his cold cheeks in confusion, the things just slid down from his cheeks, some dripped directly, and some slid down his chin, past his neck, and flowed into the skirt of his clothes, and the rose that he saw in his eyes It was already a blur.

"Why are you crying for me? Fool, I'm just your food, but now is the time, you can think about how to eat me."

"No, don't! I don't want to support you, but you support me. In this way, you have to take care of me, right? You can't die."

He was playing tricks, as long as Rose could not die, he was willing to swear any oath and kill anyone.

Rose couldn't help laughing, shaking his head lightly, every movement of his was so light, as if his soul would fly lightly to the far away, and landed in the Paradise where he no longer had to worry.

"You are so domineering, I can't afford it." He said sincerely.

He can't afford to keep this moody monster, he can't do such a laborious thing, and he doesn't want to do it.

"I will be good, very good, is this okay? Is it okay?" Moao asked anxiously while crying.

Maybe in the future he would feel ashamed to death when he thought of this pitiful promise today.

But at this moment, when he said this, he meant it sincerely. He was terrified and afraid. The rose season brought him too many strange emotions. Surrounded by the fear of losing him, he could hardly control himself and was in complete chaos.

Rose laughed when she heard the words, he let go of his hand, and didn't push back anymore, so that Moao could put the amulet on his heart directly, Rose frowned, and finally stopped vomiting blood, it seems that the amulet worked, Only then did Mo Ao gently hug him with peace of mind.

A big snow-white wolf also came running at this time, and lay down in front of the national teacher, causing a commotion in the crowd.

Someone recognized Mo Ao and called out the word "National Teacher", and then everyone knew that the person in front of them was the powerful national teacher, no wonder he was able to drive this mighty white wolf.

Mo Ao hugged Rose, who had closed his eyes, and sat on the wolf's back. The wolf glanced at Zhang Youjun, and Zhang Youjun's heart was pounding, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

He has seen this wolf three times, but they were all in the State Teacher's Mansion, and it often disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Its coat color is so beautiful, it looks fluffy and soft, and a wolf should be a ferocious and terrifying animal, but its eyes are as gentle as water, he seems to have seen exactly the same eyes somewhere...

"you--"

Without waiting for him to speak, the white wolf spread his limbs and disappeared in front of everyone's sight. Zhang Youjun stared at the dust for a long time, and then the wolf came anxiously to apologize.

"Young gentleman, I'm sorry, the national teacher ordered me to do something, so I'm coming back now, come on, I'll take you home."

He was afraid that Youjun's father would embarrass him, so every time he came to look for him, he would send him home.

"Okay, thank you, Wolf." Patting the dust off his clothes, Zhang Youjun curiously asked about the white wolf he saw today. "Is the white wolf that came to carry the national teacher today raised by the national teacher? I have seen it two or three times in the national teacher's mansion."

"No, it wasn't raised by the national teacher, but the national teacher allowed it to live there."

A Lang didn't dare to reveal his true identity. The National Teacher had warned him before that he was not allowed to reveal his truth in front of others, or he would get out of the National Teacher's Office on his own.

But Zhang Youjun was his good friend, and he felt a little uncomfortable if he was asked to lie, and was about to say a few more words when he suddenly smelled a familiar fragrance.

He is really a wolf, so he is sensitive to smells, not to mention that it is the smell of the woman who saved him back then. She held him in her arms when he was a wolf cub, patted his head, and told him in a low voice not to let him smell it. Go to crowded places to avoid being killed and skinned.

She was the person he most hoped to see again in his life, so he traveled long distances, avoiding the crowds all the way from outside the customs to the Central Plains, and then met the national teacher who was also going to Beijing.

The national teacher turned it into a human body and brought it with him. He was grateful to the national teacher, but he never forgot the woman. She was the greatest benefactor in his life. Without her, his wolf would have been stripped of his fur and become a wealthy man. People's clothing.

"This smell...is her!"

A Lang couldn't stop watching the people who were watching just now, and then he walked quickly into the crowd, constantly looking left and right.

Zhang Youjun called him from behind, but he didn't hear him, and the two quickly separated in the crowd.

Zhang Youjun was locked at home almost all the time since he was a child, and he was arrested within two or three days after he ran away from home.

He had a kind of fear of the crowd, and when he saw Ah Lang running into the crowd, he didn't dare to get close, so he had to walk home by himself.

Recently, because his father didn't dare to offend Wei Hege, who is the son of Shangshu, he seldom came to the Lin family's other courtyard, but he still took a few careful glances, and seeing no one in front of the house, he quickened his pace and dodged inside.

He closed the door, turned around, and there was a man standing in front of him with a slovenly and messy face, fully expressing that these days of troubled sleep made him really careless about his appearance.

Zhang Youjun took a step back, and then another step.

Then he slammed into the back door panel in one breath, and the door made a loud noise, but he didn't feel any pain at all, panic and helplessness surrounded him.

Why is this person here?

why? !

"Young Jun, I heard that your hand is healed, you can draw again."

The weak voice and the hand that was holding on to his arm had always been his nightmare.

He followed him like a shadow, chasing him closely like a huge black shadow, and this nightmare seemed to never end.

Until his hand was useless and he could no longer draw, until his elder brother took him away from the Zhang family, he finally woke up from the nightmare, but why did his nightmare start again?Is he dreaming now, or is he in reality?

He squeezed his hand hard, and the clear pain made him understand that this was not a dream, and his nightmare came after him again, like a maggot attached to the bone, and he couldn't get rid of it.

No matter where he goes, he will keep chasing after him until he has nowhere to go and gives up in despair.

He screamed, his voice piercing through the sky.

"No! No—" he screamed, desperately resisting.

Zhang Jian picked up the iron weapon and hit him on the knee, causing him to lie on the ground in pain and being dragged up from behind.

"You only need your hands to draw, you don't need your feet, right? Then you can't escape."

"Brother, save me! Save me—"

Zhang Youjun shouted loudly with tears and sweat on his face, hoping that his elder brother would hear the sound and come to rescue him.

"Yajun won't save you. He said you let me handle it, and he let me in." Zhang Jian smiled happily.This incomparable and wonderful treasure was taken away by his elder son, he was helpless and sat in distress, but fortunately, Yajun returned it to him today.

"You're lying, brother won't, you won't!"

A man with a gentle smile and a noble character would not do such a thing.

From childhood to adulthood, the thin but resolute figure of his elder brother has always protected him. Even if everyone said that they were not brothers, he would not believe it. They were brothers, and he had always believed so deeply.

"Whether you believe it or not, go, go home!" Zhang Jian dragged him.

Zhang Youjun struggled desperately with his other foot that was still able to walk, and hugged the big tree behind the door with both hands.

Unable to drag him, Zhang Jian was anxious and angry, but he didn't dare to hit his hand. It was a talent he had been thinking about day and night, and he would never destroy it again.

But if you can't touch it with your hands, it doesn't matter what else!

He slammed his other foot fiercely, the severe pain made Zhang Youjun's face covered with tears, he was so painful that he almost fainted, but he held on.

He knew that if he fainted, when he woke up again, hell would greet him.

"I'm going to lock you up this time, shackling your limbs so that you can never escape, and you can only paint in front of me until you die."

"No, no, brother, where are you? Help me, help me—" he yelled.

Zhang Jian took out a cloth towel soaked in sweat medicine and blocked his mouth and nose.

Zhang Youjun shook his head desperately, but the pungent smell still got in.

Gradually, he couldn't feel the pain in his leg, and even his consciousness became farther and farther away. His eyelids seemed to be filled with lead, so heavy that he could no longer open them.

The moment he closed his eyes, he saw the elegant and thin figure of his elder brother.

He stood by the door, the green leaves beside him reflected the sunlight, only his brother stood there, the light seemed to be blocked, it was dark.

So he couldn't see the expression on his brother's face, and he always felt that he seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time, and finally turned into a ferocious bloody mouth, trying to tear himself to pieces.

"Brother, help me—"

He stretched out his hands, looking forward to the warm palms that always helped him who fell down, but what he held was only illusory dust, and then his hands fell powerlessly, and cowardly and sad tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.

He will go back to hell again, and use this hand cursed by heaven and hated by his father to paint paintings that can never be viewed by a third person.

There was a chill all over his body, and he should have bumped his head. He would never live such a painful life in this dirty and filthy world again.

His cold fingertips were grabbed, a burst of warmth surrounded him, his tears flowed even more, that soft but callused hand touched his heart, only those who have studied painting for many years will have such hands, brother Did you come to save him?

"You put me in hell, Zhang Youjun, I hate you, I hate you so much!"

With a sad voice and a cold tone, he could hardly tell that it was the voice of his always gentle and gentle brother.

"Although I was born just to accompany you, I am not the king of flowers, Peony, you are! And you were born to let me realize my despicableness and incompetence? I hate you, I hate you so much that I want to tear you to pieces Wanduan!"

The voice as hoarse as a crow screamed in pain: "Woo, you changed me, you awakened the evil spirits in my heart, and you also turned me into a ghost who hates you, my God! How did I become like this? Why did I, Zhang Yajun, fall to such a hateful and hateful situation? Even I am ashamed to look in the mirror, I am not a human, but a ghost!"

The tone became hoarse, as if crying uncontrollably.His fingertips felt the temperature of tears, and the calloused hand held his palm.

"Go to hell, Zhang Youjun, please go to death, as long as you die, I won't be in such pain, I won't see my ugly and despicable face in the eyes of worship and admiration, I can't bear it, no more I can't take it anymore—!"

The warm hand let go of his fingertips, and the one who never let go of him, after all, abandoned him because of this cursed talent.

More tears flowed from the corners of Zhang Youjun's eyes.It turned out that this cursed talent also made his brother so painful. He knew how happy his brother was when he was with Wei He, but now even Wei He couldn't comfort his brother?

"elder brother!"

He struggled to break free from the fog, and tried to open his eyes. The face in front of him was no longer the elegance and gentleness of the past, but only desolation and despair, just like his heart, which was as painful and tormented.

"Don't cry! Bro—"

Turning his face away as if he couldn't bear to look at him, Zhang Yajun lowered his body, covered his face with his hands and wept bitterly, tears flowed from his fingers, but there was no outlet for his pain, he could only pester him again and again, torturing him to pieces.

The overwhelming mist hit again, Zhang Youjun wanted to touch his brother with his hands to comfort him not to cry, but he lost his strength, and only heard his brother's hoarse cry of pain in his ears.

One after another, like there is no end.

Maybe in my brother's heart, his torture and pain will never come to an end.

Zhang Youjun shed the last tear, maybe, even if he is in hell, at least if he can't see him, his brother's pain will be relieved.

The body that no longer struggled slumped limply, he was carried into the carriage, and the carriage galloped away, disappearing at the end of a secluded alley.

No one in this world needs him, and no one is willing to love him sincerely, what they want and love - just these hands.

This pair of hands that can paint.

What they want is this cursed talent for drawing.

not him!