Chapter 3

It seems that I didn't see Yang Xiaoheng on the first day of the new semester. Did he really transfer to another school? Thinking of this, Xiao Ran felt a burst of joy in his heart. Why don't you go home?" Lin Jimian asked with his head.

Xiao Ran glanced at the remaining people in the classroom and said, "I still have to go to the studio." Pack up your bags and picture clips and walk to the door.

The studio was originally opened for school art students, but at the request of Xiao Ran, the young art teacher surnamed Liu, saw his extremely sincere expression and inevitably moved his compassion. He couldn't bear to refuse a student who loved art, so he agreed to let him attend the class here.

The art teacher stood at the door wearing a pair of glasses and smiled at Xiao Ran. Mr. Liu." The teacher looked at him like a kind father every time. Xiao Ran was still grateful to the teacher and tried to smile as polite as possible, but it was very reluctant. Go in first. There are still a few people who haven't come. Mr. Liu said gently.

Lin Jimian leaned against the wall and watched the thin back disappear at the door. It turned out that he also had times when he could laugh, thinking that the face would never have two more expressions. Does the pure blood have another smell?

The studio was very quiet, and Xiao Ran completely sank into the painting. Whether it was soft or hard lines, each stroke made his heart extremely comfortable and could be described at will. Every gorgeous color makes everything so bright. The scenery in the painting is always brighter than reality, and even the chaotic scene becomes beautiful. The feeling of intoxication has permeated every nerve, touching every sense, and deeply pentling into the bottom of the heart.

Through the window, I saw the soft and obsessed expression on Xiao Ran's face in the studio. Although I knew that he liked painting before, I didn't expect it to be like this. Lin Jimian saw the third expression except for the second expression he had just seen at the door, and suddenly felt that it seemed to be a little interesting.

"You haven't changed your hobby yet. If you want to eat it, just wait until he dies. Who can move the prey you like? A boy squatting on the ground with his hands on his head said impatiently.

"I just like to see how they spend their last days? Unfortunately, they don't know when they will die. You didn't see it. That kind of regretful expression at the time of death is really funny, dove. Lin Jimian looked down at the boy with a puzzled face.

"I don't understand what you think all day. I'm hungry and want to find something to eat. Will you go?" The dove stood up and moved his hands and feet.

"Well, I don't want to eat such dirty things. I'm only interested in the taste of blood. Why are you getting more and more hungry? Even eat those carrion. Lin Jimian's eyes were full of contempt. Thinking of Xiao Ran's blood, how attractive the source of the human body flowing all over the body is! So he couldn't help raising his index finger to scratch his beautiful lip line.

The dove curled his lips and said, "We are rotten meat eaters. Who told you to be so demanding! As long as I can fill my stomach. I'm not as good as you. It's easy to get what kind of person you want to eat. Besides, if I eat it, I can also save a coffin money for others.

Looking at someone staring at someone in the studio, he was immersed in the fantasy of blood and sighed, "I'm leaving. Those hungry ghosts are still waiting for me." In an instant, the boy named Jiu disappeared.

The bloody sunset is wrapped in thin twilight clouds, and the autumn wind blows down the lifeless dark yellow leaves, which is particularly lonely. A group of black crows flew farther and finally landed somewhere. A gust of wind blew, and the stench spread along the decaying and dry thatch. The crows began to flap their wings when they smelled carrion.

An unshaped corpse was spread out on the grass in the wilderness. The crows gradually approached with their black claws, their eyes were excitedly red, and the saliva flowed down the edge of the sharp beak. The crows suddenly coaxed up and rushed on the pile of carrion that began to rot and flowed with corpses. They swallowed the food. The sharp claws kept digging open the flesh, and the white and red meat inside the body was played up layer by layer, like stewed tofu. The internal organs wrapped in the white ribs also showed signs of decay. Some squirming beige worms crawled in and out, and the two lung leaves were as fermented flour.