The NPC Was Once Again Frightened By Me

A very special gift?

Lin Huai bit the syllable of the word "gift" heavily, and raised his chin slightly.

He glanced at the four volumes of paintings he had placed on the shoe cabinet.Before entering 502, Lin Huai had clearly rolled up the paintings, but now, one of the scrolls has been rolled away, and the bright red corners of the clothes can be seen faintly.

...I just don't know which beauty is so impatient.Lin Huai thought with a smile.

The painter also had the same smile on his face. He walked towards Lin Huai, patted the back of his hand, and said from the bottom of his heart, "It is the best gift for you to stay."

This picture is so harmonious and well-timed.The two hold hands, neither has any selfishness for each other, and feels from the bottom of their hearts that they have brought/received the best gift.

"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, I will never let the ghosts in your eight paintings torture you to death."

Lin Huai followed the painter back to the sofa, recalled the task again, and said seriously: "After all, if you die--my trouble will be serious."

Lin Huai's innocence and kindness once again exceeded the artist's expectations.He once again felt that the soul of the young man in front of him was clearer than others, and he wanted to take his soul even more.

"You are too kind." The painter said helplessly, "Even if I die, it has nothing to do with you. You don't have to bear the condemnation of your conscience. Do you know what the heaviest thing in this world is? It is what your conscience bears." Condemnation. It's too heavy for you to bear."

—Even if I die, it has nothing to do with you?

'Want to take my soul, but want to escape my punishment, tsk, this person really thinks beautifully. ’ Lin Huai thought, ‘Want to escape?It's not that easy.My favorite thing to do is to let others offend me, and then punish those who offend me. '

Lin Huai raised his legs and shook his head firmly: "Your death will be related to me."

Although Lin Huai's physical blow has not yet reached the painter's body, his words have already struck the painter's heart like a sledgehammer.

"...You are too selfless." The painter smiled, with wise smile lines appearing in the corners of his eyes, "Sometimes being selfless is not a good thing, it will instead become...a weapon used by others against you."

Lin Huai was also touched by the painter's wise speech, so he said: "Don't worry, I will never allow other people or ghosts to take my happiness away."

The two looked at each other and smiled, with each other's heart in the smile.

In the deep night, there were gradually changes in the eight paintings by the window.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

A mournful cry came faintly from under one of the black cloths.

The painter remembers the owner of the cry.That was his female student, a girl from a poor family but very spiritual.Wearing a white sarong and holding a bouquet of sunflowers, the girl returned to her teacher's studio on a whim in the afternoon of a sunny holiday...

She went into that studio and never went out again.

The painter was a little anxious, he pursed the corners of his mouth, and glanced at Lin Huai from the corner of his eye.

Lin Huai focused on unfolding the picture scroll she brought, seemingly unaware of the crying.

The painter breathed a sigh of relief, but still didn't dare to neglect.He originally wanted to find an excuse to go to the balcony to deal with it, but the picture scroll that Lin Huai unfolded attracted all his attention.

"This……"

The painter held his breath.

Before the absolute "beauty", even exhalation and inhalation have become a blasphemy to art.

"This painting is..."

"This painting is, 'Lan'."

Among the faint orchid grass, a girl with black hair like a waterfall looked at him mournfully.She has a soft face and beautiful eyes, but there is a vast mist in her eyes, which is an indelible sadness.

Her eyes are full, as if she has passed through the rice paper, conveying her love, hatred and resentment to the people outside the painting.

Looking at the painter's obsessed eyes, Lin Huai smiled and secretly took his hand out of the painting.

There are also some female ghosts' hair curled on it.

'Different from the previous props, the female ghost in the Four Beauties is a bit rebellious. Lin Huai threw the strands of long hair that he had ripped off to the ground, "Why don't you just listen to my reasoning earlier?"Don't cry when I tear my hair out. '

"A masterpiece...it's a masterpiece..." the painter murmured, "Where did you get this painting? Who is this painter...?"

"It's a woman."

"It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful..." The painter stretched out his hand cautiously, stroking the painting through the air, "It's just, it's just..."

His long, pitch-black hair, like seaweed, curled around his fingertips.

The painter seemed to have never heard of it.At Lin Huai's invitation, he admired other paintings one by one.

White snow and red plums, poets in the bamboo forest, beauties in Dongli... Every painting is so beautiful.

"Miraculous, simply miraculous!" The painter could hardly contain the excitement in his heart, "It's hard to imagine that these paintings are actually made by human beings, just looking at them, I feel like I'm in the scene, almost walking into the painting , and the beauty in the painting is about to come to my side..."

Lin Huai patted a bunch of hair protruding from Lan's painting into the drawing paper again, and said with emotion from the bottom of his heart: "You really have a good appreciation of art."

Painter: "The moment I saw them, my hair stood on end... I thought, that must be a power that is awed by the grand beauty. I can feel the souls of those painters, it is a kind of deep-seated Feeling... the feeling of soul resonance..."

Lin Huai patted the plum blossom, and took all the frost that emerged from it back into the painting: "You really have a great appreciation for art."

"It's hard for me to describe my mood at this moment. All the words are so pale at this moment." The painter covered his eyes with his hands, "Before I saw them, I never thought that art could reach such a high level." Realm. After seeing them, I realized that I have wasted so many years calling myself an artist... I have lived so many years in vain.”

Lin Huai patted him on the shoulder, and with the other hand he snapped off the sharp knife-like bamboo shoot protruding from the bamboo painting: "You will never have such emotion in the future, and you will never live in vain again." ' is."

—After all, you are dead.Lin Huai thought, trying to infect the painter with an optimistic spirit.

The painter was clearly touched.

The four paintings temporarily died down.Lin Huai and the painter sat on both sides of the coffee table again.After being overwhelmed by the art in front of him, the painter's desire to obtain Lin Huai's soul became even stronger.

Lin Huai is a miracle.Not only did he bring such a perfect soul to him, he even bought one and got four free... The painter couldn't wait to keep him and these four paintings for himself.

The clock ticked toward twelve midnight.Lin Huai covered her mouth and yawned.At the same time, the painter also came out of the small kitchen holding a cup of hot milk with ingredients.

So far, Lin Huai has completely let go of his guard against him... the painter thought so.

He already saw a bright future ahead.His career, everything about him... starts with this cup of bright milk with added ingredients.

"Forest……"

The painter was about to coax Lin Huai to drink the glass of milk softly, but found something was wrong.

Lin Huai's eyes were staring straight at the direction of the painting on the balcony!

"you……"

"Woooooooo..."

A burst of sobs pulled the painter out of his frenzied passion.

The cry was like a basin of cold water, waking him up.

It’s over.

The painter cursed secretly in his heart, he was so indulging in the excitement of becoming famous that he actually forgot those damn paintings!

He stabilized his emotions very quickly, and walked to Lin Huai with a milk cup.Lin Huai's eyes were still staring at the painting, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What's wrong?" the painter said softly, "You don't look... not quite right?"

Lin Huai looked up at him with helplessness in his eyes.

"I seem to hear..." he whispered.

"What did you hear?"

Lin Huai pursed her lips, and said for a while, "Forget it, it's not... a very serious matter."

He seemed to want to avoid this topic very much, and the painter thought of it.He sat next to Lin Huai with a milk cup in his hand, and said, "Did you... see anything? Or did you hear something?"

His appearance as a confidant uncle is really skilled and innocent.If someone else was sitting here, it would be difficult to spot his disguise.

Lin Huai lowered her head: "I seem to have heard..."

"Hear what?"

"I heard... from the painting on the balcony..." Lin Huai said intermittently, "Crying."

"Cry?"

The painter pretended to listen carefully, and after a while, he shook his head and said, "I didn't hear anything, are you too nervous?"

Lin Huai grasped the back of his hand vigorously. Seeing his tense appearance, the artist smiled and said, "Are you a little too nervous? Come, drink a glass of milk, this will help relax your nerves."

"Actually, I'm not particularly nervous." Lin Huai whispered, "I heard crying, but the sound was very, very small..."

He stood up suddenly!

Before the smile on the corner of the painter's mouth widened, it froze.

He watched Lin Huai walk towards the four paintings on the coffee table, and when he stretched out his arms, he disappeared into the paintings!

He stirred in it casually, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.He moved gracefully, and his long black hair was wrapped around his arms like silk.

Then, he pulled it out!

"Bingo." The painter heard his voice with a slight smile.

The young man relaxed his arms, letting the long hair recede like a tide, and then he heard the tragic cry of the woman from the painting.

"It's okay, you really don't have to worry about me being scared by your painting." The young man turned his head and winked at him, "In my painting, the female ghost cries much more than in your painting. It's a little Voice, what is it?"

painter:…………

Lin Huai: "I've been used to it for a long time."

"You...!!" The painter's eyes were wide open, and he stepped back, "Who are you?"

"Oh my god, why are you afraid of me?" Lin Huai shrugged and walked towards him, "I'm not even afraid of you... Where is the friendship we spent an afternoon building? By the way..."

He smiled slightly: "Didn't you say that you wanted to meet the painters of these four paintings? Well... I found them all for you."

Four red shadows rose from the painting and stood quietly behind Lin Huai.

"Are you surprised?" Lin Huai tilted his head to look at him and laughed, "Come on, everyone, welcome him and shake hands with this appreciator. Be harmonious, don't tear his hand off, I am Let you make friends."

painter:…………

"You, you in the end..."

"Strange, aren't you an art lover? You should be very happy to see paintings that connect with your soul." Lin Huai tilted her head and thought for a while, then suddenly clapped her hands happily, "I understand..."

He smiled meaningfully: "You need some milk to calm down, right?"

The pale and slender index finger hooked the milk cup, Lin Huai picked it up, and poured the contents into the black tea cup: "Compared with milk, I still prefer to drink milk tea, because of your enthusiasm, I won’t charge you any processing fees.”

"Open your mouth, will you drink it yourself, or should I feed it to you?"