Chapter 40 About 50 Years

Hot, painful, desperate, the flame burned at her feet, climbing up inch by inch, trying to devour her life, like death gradually opening its black wings to wrap her. The arm was nailed to the pillar, and the blood and sweat dripped down little by little, making a sneer in the flames.

Under the huge stands was a group of people talking. People looked at the woman who was about to be executed indifferently, looking frightened, and occasionally glanced at the emperor sitting on the king of gold, with deep awe.

The long black hair covers the eyes, and the fire tongue licks it wantonly. It looks like she can't wait to devour the girl. The girl is trembling, in fear, and in despair.

" Stop it!" A cold voice appeared in everyone's ears. With this voice, a girl pushed the crowd away and appeared in front of the crowd. The emperor suddenly stood up on the dragon chair and looked at her angrily.

"Who is coming? How dare you lose your honor in front of you?" A palace man scolded loudly.

"Your Majesty, I didn't mean to offend you, but the person who is being tortured now is my Jinlan sister. I hope to suffer for her, and I also hope that your majesty will spare her life." The woman looked sad, and tears came out of her eyes. The woman who was tortured was sentenced to death. The woman who suddenly came out actually wanted to die instead of her friend! The crowd was surprised and also regretted for the woman. This woman was affectionate and righteous, and she was really a strange woman. But it's so offensive that she may not even be able to live by herself, let alone save her friends.

"Okay, okay, I'd like to see how strong your friendship can be. Come on, let her go." The emperor waved his hand, and someone immediately put out the fire, and then helped the woman down. The later woman hurried to check her injury. Her skin was slightly burned, and her hands were nailed by nails, which were basically intact. But life is not in danger.

"However, the crime of disobeying me will be repaid by you. From today on, you two will be exiled to the hot land of the polar south and the cold land of the polar arc for 50 years respectively. During this period, one of them can come back if he repents, and the other will suffer for him. The emperor's cold voice sounded in the ears of the two, and the two people who had just gained hope were once again beaten into desperate hell.

"Actually, I have something to tell you." The woman said to the injured woman that the injured woman was so weak that she spoke and just looked at the woman doubtfully.

"I'm a man." She said, and then turned around and resolutely followed the soldiers, leaving the stunned woman.

The cold wind roared in her ear, and the wind and snow from the front rushed into her eyes. Her eyes could hardly be opened. The heavy chains locked her soul and young and free heart. The woman looked into the distance, and her eyes were free and easy.

The sweat seemed to flow endlessly, and the clothes would not dry, emitting a dull smell of sweat, and the poisonous whips made the hike more difficult. However, an agreement and a promise make the woman equally firm.

The grass sprouted, the flowers bloomed into a piece, the fruit trees were already hanging down heavily, and the white snow fell on the bare value and put silver on it. Year after year has passed.

Fifty years later, the strange team came back. Four old soldiers took two old women back to the imperial city at that time, and the young king received them.

"Your guilt as sinners has been repaid, and even let us see the promise. Now I specially grant you the title of first-class wife and the mansion, where you can live in at any time." The young emperor announced in front of the crowd that the crowd had almost forgotten their existence, while the older generation told the younger generation about the promise of friendship between the two women.

"I just want to know why you said that at that time." The woman looked at her friend and asked. And her friend smiled cunningly.

"Fifty years is too long. If I don't give you something to think about, you won't come back. Besides, didn't you know it a long time ago?" The old lady, who was still tough, held her friend's hand.

And her friend has already burst into tears, the lie about me as a man, the thing that we have known for a long time. A promise spanning 50 years, a vow to protect with a lifetime.

"Friend, it's a flower blooming in the dark room, and my heart will shine for it." The last sentence made some people watching next to him cry.

"Fuk Daddy!" A male clerk scolded, wiping his tears but took a step back, afraid that his tears would fall on the drawing paper. I don't know when all the people around gathered around.

"It's inexplicably cute. I don't want to be moved." A female clerk scolded half-crying and half-laughing.

The atmosphere at the scene was very hot. Qingshui looked at the people around him and looked at Su Qi with a calm face in the center. Indeed, from the perspective of the painter alone, it was very beautiful and with aura, as if it could be touched. But she knows very well that Su Qi's victory is not only the painter, but also the wonderful plot, the gripping story, and a unique sense of life. It makes people unconsciously immersed in it. By the time they come to their senses, the employees at the scene have been infected.

This was drawn on the spot. There was no time for conception before. It was very difficult to draw a short story in just 15 minutes. When she saw the girl, many of her words were incomplete, and the lines were also simple and clear. In contrast, Su Qi, not only the lines are smooth, but also the rendering of the atmosphere is just right. In some places, the outlets are also directly covered with sketches, which is a skilled painting method. What a great cartoonist, or did she draw this kind of comics before? Qingshui thought, yes, that extremely familiar painting really feels like it has been painted, otherwise it would be too terrible.

"Can I ask you a question?" The girl lowered her head and walked to Su Qi. She looked very depressed. She was no longer arrogant at that time. She even stared at Su Qi pitifully, but her eyes were afraid of being rejected.

As far as the girl is concerned, Su Qi doesn't hate her, but at that time, she accidentally hurt Masako. Su Qi became emotional. After drawing cartoons, she calmed down a lot, so she replied. You ask."

"Have you ever painted this short story before?" Su Qi was stunned and didn't expect to ask such a question.

But Su Qi still shook his head. She had never tried this kind of cartoon before. The short story slipped through her alarm clock for a moment, and she drew it out.

"It's impossible. How can you draw it directly without thinking about it?" The girl roared.

Su Qi was stunned again, thought for a moment and then answered.

"I used to paint sleeplessly in order to catch up with the manuscript. At that time, I didn't have time to think too much. Now think about it, maybe those paintings grew from the tip of my pen. Well, I probably think so." Su Qi felt a little confused. This is a problem she has never thought of. Yes, she will set up ideas for people and plots, but once she starts to draw, it seems that there has never been a plot, which also makes her work rate particularly high.

"You, do you mean that painting has become your instinct?" The girl said in surprise and looked at Su Qi in disbelief.