substitute?Yes, you have to pay extra!

Jiang Shengyu knew that he was dreaming. In the dream, it was dark all around, except for a little light not far in front of him. Jiang Shengyu had no choice but to follow the light all the way.The light wasn't a big deal, just a low door with light coming through the crack.

Jiang Shengyu hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door a few times, the surroundings were silent, the sound of knocking on the door seemed to be absorbed by the surrounding darkness, and no response was received.Jiang Shengyu almost had an irresistible urge to slap the door vigorously a few more times, shouting, "Is anyone there? Is anyone there?" in an anxious voice, as if there was a ferocious beast chasing after him.

Accompanied by Jiang Shengyu's anxious knock on the door, the low door was slammed open, and a little boy was raising his head slightly, with a cold and calm face, even his expression was frozen, his eyes were watching without blinking. he.Jiang Shengyu's breathing stopped, the faint feeling of suffocation made his brain work violently, this child is not someone else!It was himself as a child!

"Huh——" Jiang Shengyu opened his eyes suddenly, the sky outside was still dark, and the whole city was quiet, except for the fine beads of sweat on his forehead brought about by his nightmare, Jiang Shengyu was in a trance for a moment, not knowing what he was doing Where are you now.

The little boy in the dream is undoubtedly me. Although I can't remember many things clearly when I was a child, my appearance will never change, but why do I suddenly dream of myself when I was a child?Jiang Shengyu's stomach was full of question marks, and he thought of the photos and paintings he had seen in the storage room.

To Jiang Shengyu's surprise, some of them were Cheng Songke's works, and some were not signed, but most of them looked old, and the contents of the images were all in a uniform tone, black, white and gray. The layout of some scenes, the tip of the pen stops when it reaches the place where the characters are to be drawn, and it is impossible to distinguish the extra points.

Is it the influence of these paintings on me?Jiang Shengyu murmured in his heart, what he had to admit was that the paintings he "accidentally" saw did make him unconsciously beat the snare drum in his heart before falling asleep, as if it were an alarm clock that kept reminding the countdown , knowing it would chime sharply, but unable to predict the exact time.

Jiang Shengyu couldn't fall asleep, so he simply turned over and got out of bed, and rummaged through his carry-on luggage to find the photo album that he had followed since he was a child.There are only a few photos in the album, and there are no other protagonists except Grandma Jiang and Jiang Shengyu.After Grandma Jiang fell ill, in order to prevent her from being emotionally unstable when she saw the photos of her parents, Jiang Shengyu hid all the photos and put them behind them.Now that I just remembered it, I took it out to have a look, maybe it could also relieve the doubts in my heart.

With that in mind, I did just that.Jiang Shengyu took out the photos placed in the back one by one, the number is not many, but almost every year there are one or two, and it is indeed confirmed that the child in the dream is not Jiang Shengyu's mistake, it is clear that it is Himself as a child.

Jiang Shengyu flipped through it like this. Apart from the group photos of their family of three, there were also a few photos of himself. He guessed that a nearby neighbor bought a camera and took a photo of him. His parents took it, developed it, and put it in photo album.The more Jiang Shengyu looked at it, the more panicked he felt. Although his parents had passed away for a long time, and he couldn't even remember many details of how they got along, just seeing their faces in the photos made him overwhelmed.

Jiang Shengyu sighed, just about to insert the photos one by one and put them away, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at a single photo of himself at hand. There were several children running and playing in the photo. The camera at that time was clearly The accuracy is not high, the blurry picture creates a hazy aesthetic feeling, and the surrounding scenery seems to have been carefully infected.

But why is it so familiar?Jiang Shengyu narrowed his eyes, frowned, and carefully looked at the photos in his hand. The color of the house, the signboard of the small shop next to it, and the bird in the distance all seemed to be the scenery he had just seen not long ago.

Just watched it not long ago!A bright lightning flashed across Jiang Shengyu's mind, illuminating a large area of ​​darkness. Jiang Shengyu didn't bother to put on his shoes, pushed open the door and stumbled downstairs, with fierce steps and the frenzied drumbeat in his heart, The vehemently negative but terrified voice deduced a symphony that made people unable to breathe.

The box in the storage room had been carefully sealed by Jiang Shengyu before going to bed. Jiang Shengyu bit his own photo in his mouth, frantically cut open the package again, and took out the paintings in the box one after another to look at. This picture is not , This one is not the same, but I have seen it clearly, Jiang Shengyu did not make a sound, but the voice in the bottom of my heart filled the whole body like countless speakers, I have seen it, I have seen it...

The voice in Jiang Shengyu's heart stopped abruptly. What he was holding in his hand was an unsigned painting that looked old. Although the subtle lines and colors were somewhat different from the old photos, they remained largely unchanged. As if it only takes a few blinks of the eyes, then the group of running children will appear in this black and white painting.

How is this going?Jiang Shengyu is holding both hands, his eyes are rolling rapidly, but his mind is a blur. In Li Xiongcheng's pile of "memories", there is a painting that is exactly the same as the place where he lived when he was a child. This painting is not signed , according to my guess before going to bed, if the author is Li Xiongcheng, what meaning does his painting represent?

The shock in Jiang Shengyu's heart is indescribable, but the icy chill still brought his consciousness back a little bit, and he bit the tip of his tongue lightly, it might be a coincidence, Jiang Shengyu comforted himself, it might just be the similarity among thousands of scenery It's just a place, it doesn't mean anything.

As soon as the words of comfort were uttered here, the voice of suspicion on the other side intensified.

"Jiang Shengyu, you know in your heart, these things are Li Xiongcheng's memories, they will not be put there for no reason, then his meeting is only related to the kidnapping mentioned by Cheng Songke, if this is the case, you can't Lie to yourself." In Jiang Shengyu's heart, there was a little him who said to himself extremely calmly: "If you have doubts, don't lie to yourself."

Jiang Shengyu listened to the beating of his heart, felt the blood gushing in his veins, lowered his head and carefully looked at the big one and the small one, the two very similar pictures, the huge shadow and the urgency that he seemed to know a big secret soon The sensation spread from the fingertips up to the whole body.