Chapter 288 Painting the Red Dust
When Wu Sansheng showed his anger, the atmosphere in the living room was as heavy as lead. Wu Tianhe and Wu Tinger did not dare to breathe. They had not seen Wu Sansheng angry for a long time. At this moment, there was a familiar feeling in his heart, as if he had returned to a long time ago. At that time, Wu San He often lost his temper, and the children of the Wu family were frightened one by one.
"Tinger, I haven't seen you for a year. How can your personality change so much? It's completely different!" Wu Sansheng said with a gloomy old face. I can't help thinking of what happened to Wu Ting'er in the past. At that time, Wu Ting'er was simple and kind and had no intention, but now she looks like a poisonous woman!
Wu Tinger bowed her head and said nothing. Even if there was infinite grievance in her heart, now she would not talk to anyone, let alone talk to anyone about the pain in her heart.
"Grandpa, in any case, I won't admit that he is my husband, because I don't have any feelings for him. As for the child in my womb, it's indeed his." Wu Tinger said calmly.
After listening to Wu Ting'er's answer, a faint light flashed in Wu Sansheng's eyes, and his whole body slowly calmed down.
"That's all. Since you insist on doing so, it's up to you." Wu Sansheng sighed slightly and waved his hand to indicate that the two of them could go down.
Wu Tianhe and Wu Tinger bowed slightly and turned around and left together.
After the two left, a smile appeared on Wu Sansheng's old face, and there was a long-sighted look in his deep pupils.
"Nive Yun, even if you don't admit my granddaughter, since my granddaughter is pregnant with your seed, this is a constant bond! Unless you are a ruthless and righteous person!" Wu Sansheng whispered to himself that he really liked this granddaughter-in-law. He was steady and spoke very measuredly. The conversation gave people a different feeling, which made Wu Sansheng very curious about what kind of person Nie Yun was.
A small building by the lake.
Nie Yun spent half a day looking for the production materials of several color pigments. After a rough and easy production, Nie Yun configured colorful colors.
After making a picture frame out of logs in the jungle, Nie Yun came to a big tree by the lake to avoid the scorching sun and calm down in the shade of the trees.
Nie Yun has never painted, but he also knows that painting must have a calm and waveless heart. Only when the heart is calm can the mind completely focus on the painting, give full play to his emotions, and integrate all this into the picture scroll.
The breeze brushed the face, the leaves were rustled, and the sparrows were crisp. Everything was whispering and calming down. A blue picture was drawn in Nie Yun's brain. In the infinite and wide, pure white world, waiting for the appearance of color.
The heart is like a mirror, and everything is empty. Nie Yun suddenly opened his eyes, moved his right hand, and picked up a brush. The tip of the pen was stained with ink, and he touched it away. The pure white tip of the pen was a little black heart, holding the pen into the painting, forgetting everything in his heart, but recalling everything. All life experiences are like countless flashing picture scrolls, constantly flowing back and inverted. Flow, keep flowing back until you reach the initial starting point!
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When night falls, the cold streets are sparse, and a cold wind hits, which makes people feel piercingly cold.
"Let's eat this for you." A tender voice poured into the little girl's ear, like the sound of nature. The little girl raised her head slightly. Her bright eyes looked at the figure standing in front of her. She didn't have time to think too much. Her black little hand grabbed a piece of bread and devoured the bread. It seemed that she was not exhausted and was licking herself. The dirty little hands are still longing for bread in their dark and clear eyes.
"I want to eat it again." The little girl Nuonuo said that it was clear that the person who gave herself the bread was a six- or seven-year-old boy about the same age as her, wearing patched treaded clothes. He was very thin and weak, like a stick, which was not much different from her, which made the little girl disappointed.
Maybe the little girl is eager for a rich nobleman to give her bread. If so, maybe she can ask for a loaf of bread.
"I don't have it today. If it's tomorrow, I'll give you one." The little boy said, his voice was very bright, his tone was firm, and the dark pupils were extremely pure and bright.
"Really?" The little girl looked at the little boy with a look of hope and said.
"Absolutely! I will get you a loaf of bread every day from now on. The little boy said affirmatively.
"Bread, can there be bread to eat every day? If there is bread to eat every day, will I marry you when I grow up?" The little girl showed a pure smile. Maybe she hasn't realized the true meaning of her words.
"Well, yes, but if you are not beautiful when you grow up, I don't want you to be my wife. My wife must be a great beauty in the future!" The little boy said with a firm face that maybe he didn't realize the true meaning of beauty now.
"My name is Ziyi. How about you?" The little girl asked.
"Nye Yun."
The starting point of everything.
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In the abandoned warehouse, Nie Yun waved his laser sword, danced in blood, and cut off four bloody heads. His face was cold, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, showing an infinite evil smile, and the broken laughter echoed in the warehouse.
At this moment, his heart fell into the bottomless abyss, and from then on his purpose was only in darkness.
The beginning of metamorphosis.
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Countless pictures in his mind are like movies constantly regressing. Nie Yun is immersed in memories and integrates the most sincere emotions. Two lines of clear tears overflowed from his eyes and fell to the ground silently.
Nie Yun painted with the most sincere emotions, and slowly drew the blueprint in his heart into a picture scroll one by one.
With the passage of time, the red sun is slanting in the west, and the rosy clouds are dyed in the sky, presenting an infinitely beautiful sunset picture.
Nie Yun, who is completely immersed in painting, knows nothing about the passage of time. He only has memories in his heart. He draws a blueprint in memories, looks for his true self in memories, and feels his life in memories.
In a person's life, the most precious thing is experience. Everything begins with and ends with experience.
When the sunset fell on the mountain, Nie Yun finally stopped writing, took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and let his mind come out of the whirlpool of memories. A floating heart slowly calmed down and restored the previous peace.
Slowly opened his eyes and Nie Yun looked at the picture scroll he drew. On the scroll, there was a little girl called purple, and there was also a little boy, but the little boy had no face!
Nie Yun frowned slightly and his heart jumped slightly. Looking at the little boy in the picture scroll, Nie Yun fell into meditation. He didn't understand why he didn't draw his childhood face. This was definitely not what he forgot.
After thinking for a long time, Nie Yun only thought of a possibility, that is, when he was immersed in memories, he subconsciously did not want to face his former self, so he failed to draw his own face, which is also the only reason that can explain this phenomenon.
Nie Yun sighed slightly. He knew that he could not let go now, and he was unwilling to face everything in the past, or the fact that Liu Shishi died. He was escaping from the past in his subconscious. This was a fact that he had not realized yet. However, through today's painting, Nie Yun was shocked. Wake up.
Memory is a kind of beauty and a kind of injury, depending on how you look at it.
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The barren mountains and fields, this is a dark jungle. The jungle is filled with a layer of miasma, and the jungle is even more dead. The dead wood branches are like ghosts, emitting a cold and unknown atmosphere.
In the depths of the jungle, there stands a dark palace, and a strong stream of death keeps pouring out of the palace, like an endless spring, endless day, this is a palace of death!
But I heard sad screams from the depths of the Hall of Death from time to time. The screams were very dull and seemed to be closed, and it could be heard that the screams were not only made by one person, but also many different screams, which made people shudder. As the screams became weaker and weaker, the dead air around became thicker and thicker, like a sticky **.
Bang~Bang~suddenly there was a heavy heartbeat in the depths of the palace, like thunder. Every time it beats, there was a frightening breath. The dead air in the jungle began to fluctuate, as if it was attracted by a mystery, rushing towards the depths of the palace, and the dead air that kept pouring out of the original palace began to flow back. , forming a vortex of dead air, constantly devouring the dead air in the jungle, completely converging into the palace, absorbed by the mysterious existence in the palace.
In the silent and dark palace, the torch on the wall beats with strange blue flames, so that people can barely see everything in the palace. The palace is very large and supported by large pillars a few meters thick. Under the flashing blue flames, everything in front of you is suffocating and empty hall. In the middle, there are rows of neatly placed coffins!
The coffins are all dark, with a heavy and strange atmosphere. Layers of dead air cover it and are constantly absorbed by the strange existence in the coffin.
Ah~!
But there was a scream echoing in the hall. The sound came from the coffin not far away, causing the coffin to shake, as if something was moving or struggling inside! You don't have to think much about it to know that the scream came from the coffin.
"Tut, what a wonderful voice. I can't get tired of hearing it."
A negative sound echoed in the hall, but a ghostly figure slowly floated in from the back of the hall under the blue firelight. The ghost shadow was shrouded under the black robe, without revealing a trace of skin. Only the blood-green pupils, with eternal coldness and addiction. The light of blood is like a ghost. If you are stared at by these strange eyes, I'm afraid you will shudder.
The Hall of Death, an extremely mysterious and strange organization, no one knows who the real leader of the Hall of Death is, only that he is called Death!