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She is very obsessed with painting, and she is already a well-known genius painter in the circle.

The man who had been with her was also hunched over, old, and let herself fly everywhere.

The girl meets a man.

The man is also a genius painter who is also a little famous, but his situation is not as smooth as that of a girl, and his life is embarrassing.

The girl admires the man's paintings, and the two travel together and collect style......

Then privately decided for life.

The girl was about to go home and told the old man who had been with her the news that she had a sweetheart, and the picture turned, and the girl appeared in the mourning hall.

The huge black-and-white portrait in the center is the old man.

He Yu woke up in a distressed feeling, and the huge grief of losing her loved ones still remained in her perception, and her heart throbbed and hurt.

He Yu looked at the time, and it was about the same time as waking up yesterday morning.

At breakfast time, eight people sat quietly around the table, and in the middle of the table crawled a fat cat, holding rice balls and nibbling.

"I'm going to tell a story tonight. Zhang Jie said, "What do you think?"

Bian Bian raised his eyes and glanced at the compressed dry food in front of him, and shifted his gaze disinterestedly, it was still the food brought by his master that was the most delicious. It takes a bite of the rice ball, revealing the dark beef sandwiched in the middle.

"I haven't figured it out yet...... What story do you want to ......" Thinking that she was going to tell a story tonight, Su Yun's appetite was greatly reduced, and she chewed the bread in her mouth absentmindedly.

"I don't have a clue either. Ying Shixue said, "Let's talk about what you dreamed last night." ”

This time, the first person to talk about was Ying Shixue, and he also dreamed of the process of girls growing up. But what he dreamed of was the girl's relationship with her mother, and as she grew older, the gap between the two grew larger, and the girl eventually bumped into her mother dating other men in other cities.

Other people's dreams also saw the girl's growth from a different perspective.

After combing it out, there are not many people who appear in the process of growing up girls, parents, older brothers and younger brothers, classmates, ...... And someone to fall in love with. Except for her father and the down-and-out genius painter, the girl's other experiences were a bit tragic.

She often had a cold war with her mother, quarreled with her brother and brother, and even got into a fight.

Fighting is something that girls learn in boarding school.

“…… It's not like we think of a boarding school, it's actually a convent, full of robed women, with a fixed schedule every day, and learning things that are useless. Girls are ostracized by many because they draw, and other girls think that drawing is not what they should do. "They often tear up girls' paintings, and that's why they fight." ”

He Yu nodded, "The status of women in this country is very low. ”

Zhang Jie smiled, "It's not so exaggerated, at least in the dream, when the girl went to attend the event with her father, everyone respected her very much, and even praised her paintings very highly." ”

The corners of He Yu's mouth hooked and she didn't speak, but she was sure that women had no status in this country, otherwise there would not be such a law.

The girl, also Rose, had a bad childhood, she was confined to a boarding school and bullied by teachers and students, so when she grew up, she couldn't wait to leave the original city and run around until she met the down-and-out painter.

The person who dreamed of the male painter, in addition to He Yu, there is also Yuehai.

Yuehai dreamed of something more detailed, the painter took good care of Rose, treated her with extreme gentleness, in short, gave Rose infinite love, making Rose feel safe and satisfied.

It was in this warm perception that she came to mind.

When I dreamed of the death of Rose's father, I met one, and that time was frozen in the mourning hall, and no one knew what happened next.

"Rose's father is dead, and her mother and brother shouldn't be going to make her better. Xiao Chen said, "I guess she was locked up in the house by her mother and hung up." ”

"Well, I also think that's how it should develop in the future. Without her father, the family that doesn't like Rose shouldn't take good care of her. Su Yun also felt it.

"Oh! that's it!" Liu Min said, "Rose was finally imprisoned in this house by her mother and suffocated to death, which must have happened later." So it's time for us to think about what kind of story to tell. ”

Liu Min was anxious, and the others were also anxious, for fear that he would be the first person to be selected tonight, and it was precisely because of this-

"At this time, information sharing is the greatest win-win situation. An Qidong said.

Zhang Jie coughed and cleared his throat, "Let's come one by one and talk about our opinions." Well...... Let's start with Liu Min first. ”

"Why am I the first?" Liu Min said unconvinced, "Let's start with Su Yun." ”

Su Yun's eyelids lifted, told herself not to be angry, and said, "Let's start with Xiao Chen, he will be the first to sit at the head." ”

Zhang Jie regretted a little that he let Liu Min say first, Liu Min and Xiao Chen were both sitting in the first position inside, he casually pointed to one and said it first, knowing that it was okay to let Xiao Chen say it first.

Xiao Chen smiled and said, "I'll say it first, I don't know what story to say, but I always have to take a side with Rose's matter." Otherwise, the house would not be desperate to make us dream. For example, tell a story that has a similar experience to Rose, isn't Rose a painter, and the story is written and sang...... It's better to be as old-fashioned as it is, and everyone in the house knows it, and it's all boring, so it doesn't like it. ”

Telling a story related to Rose is naturally everyone's first thought, but it is also risky to tell a similar story in a new bottle of old wine.

"What if the house just likes this type of story?" asked Tsukimi.

Xiao Chen said: "Then looking forward to being liked by the house is what it means to survive." ”

The second person to speak was Ying Shixue, his cloudy eyes turned and turned, and he said: "If you think of the house as an old man, Rose is her granddaughter, and her granddaughter has suffered such a thing, he probably won't want to hear the same thing again." I think what Xiao Chen said makes sense. ”

Everyone thinks of the old voice, and it is quite okay to regard the house as an old man.

"If everyone says so, how will the house be assessed?" Liu Min sneered, "Is it worse than anyone else, crying more?"

Liu Min's words reminded everyone that if the content of the stories everyone tells is similar, the standard for judging stories may change.

Xiao Chen's eyes rolled a few times, and a bold idea suddenly came to mind, "If each of us tells the exact same story, there would be no comparison." Isn't it about picking five favorite stories? Our stories are all the same, so there's no such thing as the top five and the bottom three. ”

Liu Min couldn't help but snort, "Are you a bad pen, the eight stories are all the same, either die together or live together." Are you willing to do it? I don't want to live and die with you. ”