"Stuffy gourd, boring!"
The other party pressed the pig's face back to the ground, pouted, like a child who hadn't eaten sugar, clapped his hands and left, and at the end, turned his head and looked coldly at the pigg's body lying on the ground.
"Youkai, don't forget that you are never alone, and what you have to protect is much more fragile than you think."
With that, the man trampled on the ground, and the moonlight walked out of the sight of the pig.
But he couldn't get out of the fear of the pig, no, he was the one who created it!
However, there is nothing the pig can do at all.
He got up from the ground, sat with his back against the pier, and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth.
Looking up at the moon for a while, the pig reached out and hooked the stone on the pier, and staggered to his feet.
The moon was at its brightest in the night sky, but his face was overcast.
"I don't have a choice......
Even if I meet someone different, I still don't have a choice......"
He sneered, turned and walked down the other side of the pier.
This was the road to the river, and the stone steps were full of moisture, and he stepped down the stone steps, but he walked to the place where the river was flooded by the river in about ten steps.
The pig wanted to bow and wash his face, but before his hand touched the water, he plunged into it.
The water in early spring was cold, but it couldn't match the feeling in his heart.
The pig allowed himself to sink into the water, and he opened his arms face down, closing his eyes and feeling the coldness of the water.
There was a unique sound in the water, and the whole world was really quiet.
The closer he got to the darkness, the more vivid the image that was sealed in his mind.
The bright autumn colors, the pond with withered lotuses, and the "courtyard wall" made of bamboo strips are still crawling with flowers that refuse to wither.
A corner of the thatched hut is exposed, and the orange sun stands quietly under this sky.
A picture that can't be forgotten, a concern that can't be thrown away......
"Piggy, is that you?
You're back?
” A voice of joy burst out of his heart, and then a fair, lovely face jumped into his mind, and she stood in the flower garden, holding a drawing pen in her hand, and smiled at him.
How long has it been since he's seen this nostalgic smile?
"Youkai, don't forget that you're never alone.
What you have to protect is much more fragile than you think. ” A voice of disgust and oppression that cannot be disobeyed jumped out, mercilessly cutting off the last bit of warmth in his heart.
The pig opened its eyes suddenly, but nothing could be seen under the dark water.
He's a youkai with no night vision.
Turning around, he appeared in his original form and kicked the water with four hooves, and his hands also paddled upward.
As he approached the water, he seemed to see another shadow, which stood on the bridge, looking at the water for a moment.
The moon was behind the shadows, and the eerie position even allowed him to see a pair of knife-edged eyes.
This is by no means the same person just now, that person is always smiling, cruel and gentle.
The pig was stunned for a moment, but when he came back to his senses, he found that there was no one on the bridge.
What's going on?
Why do you keep hallucinating today?
The pig jumped out of the river and landed directly on the stone bridge, looking around in confusion.
Still didn't see anything.
In order to make up for the lack of vision, he pricked up a pair of ears that were often drooping and listened carefully.
All you can hear is the night breeze whirring, bats flying past the water, and the occasional dog barking in the streets.
Did you get beaten up?
The pig smiled bitterly, shook off the water droplets all over his body, and danced in place for a moment to make his hair not so embarrassed.
He jumped on the railing of the stone bridge and jumped to the roof opposite with his legs, like a deer walking on a cliff.
There was only a water stain left on the stone bridge, and there was a figure floating on top of the water stain, staring at the direction in which the pig had disappeared.
That night, the pig never fell asleep after returning to the small courtyard of the white frost.
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He took out the pen and paper he had hidden in the corner, spread them on the table, and drew them carefully, the light occasionally jumping, but it did not affect his writing.
He drew very attentively, and he did each stroke in one go, and the lines outlined were not superfluous or need to be modified.
This painting has been in his heart since a long time ago, and it is extremely familiar with it a thousand times.
He just transferred the scenery in his mind to the paper without changing it, and as the man said, painting is actually "carrying".
Either it is to put the landscape characters in the present world on paper, or to depict what is in the heart.
What the writer has to do is to concentrate on it, and finally his own eyes, his own heart.
No matter how clumsy your drawing skills are, one day, you will be able to draw your original vision.
Because of this sentence, even if he is not by her side, he can't lie cross-legged next to her and learn her to draw, he still practices day after day.
Unless he was too injured to move, he would secretly find time to draw every day.
His painting skills have also grown from what he did not look like at the beginning to now he is like a divine help, and he does not need to change it in the slightest.
But the painting in front of him is the scenery that the pig wants to paint the most, but he doesn't dare to paint.
It has been buried in his heart for many years, and it will even change the seasons by itself, what spring looks like, what summer looks like, what autumn and winter look like, and the colors of each season are vivid in his heart.
However, what is in the painting has never changed.
The "courtyard wall" made of bamboo strips, the lotus pond covered with stone slabs on the side, and the tree at the entrance that is full of sweet persimmons in autumn.
A flower garden by a bamboo fence, and a thatched hut that is always spotless......
It was the image he remembered in the water, and it was also the place where he didn't dare to think about it when he was awake.
But today he really wants to paint it, from the lotus pond to the thatched hut, and he wants to paint every piece of grass in detail.
Only in this way can he make up his mind to take Long Yuan, who is far away, while remembering that smiling face over and over again.
In other words, he would never have delayed completing his task for so long.
But the guys he met this time were different from the other guys with clean faces and dirty hearts.
They knew his true identity, but they didn't try their best to force him to see all kinds of "truths".
By their side, he was just an ordinary youkai.
It's even a youkai that needs to be protected - when he fought against the killer of Wuyi Pavilion that day, the Flying Swallow Sword he picked up wasn't actually for self-defense, or to help Fuyao.
Actually, it was the sword he was going to take from Yao Longyuan.
At that time, Fu Yao protected him, and by the way, he also sent him the location where Long Yuan was - the heart.
But I still can't do it, even if the sword is in my hand, I can't stab it.
At that time, he told himself that it was because there were killers from Wuyi Pavilion all around, and even if he obtained Long Yuan, he would be robbed, so wait.
What a suitable reason for self-persuasion!
It's a pity that when Bai Shuang rushed over to save him and Fu Yao without hesitation, the red-eyed Wuyi Pavilion killer actually wanted to remove him, the obstacle that "blocked" Jiaolong's heart, and stabbed him with a sharp blade, but Bai Shuang stopped him......