In fact, the man named Baekhyun has his own 'home'. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He gave it a name, 'Baekhyun Kozuki', a word he had occasionally heard from his students on the road, and he had secretly plagiarized it, and felt weak because of it.

Baekhyun's painting skills are very good, perhaps because of his many years of experience in selling paintings and traveling with him, which makes his vision and skills a little different. Therefore, he can always depict those expressive and more secret things with a few brushstrokes from a meticulous angle.

Baekhyun built a house for himself on paper, and he carefully wrote the four words of Baekhyun Xiaozhu on it with Xiao Kai - of course, he consulted others and practiced these four words for a long time.

It took Baekhyun a whole year to 'build' the house. When he was not selling paintings and walking, he would find a place to sit down and add some bricks and tiles to the small building of the painters.

Of course, when inspiration dries up, Baekhyun goes around the big houses that are beautifully decorated. He was reprimanded several times for this, but he never tired of it.

At the same time, because he doesn't know the name of the place, not every time, Baekhyun can successfully find those beautifully decorated houses.

But after an intermittent year, the small building of Bakhyun was still established. On the scroll, there are colorful flowers, green grass, pairs of yellow birds, a cloudless blue sky, and a sunflower with a cracked mouth and a smile......

This made Baekhyun happy.

So he began to open the painting that had been scribbled for a long time every night before going to bed, and stick it on the nearby wall, or put it on the ground nearby.

I watched quietly for a while, imagined, and gradually fell asleep.

I don't know how long this kind of life lasted, but he had a 'home' to live in, and Baekhyun felt satisfied and happy.

However, one day, when Baekhyun opened the picture scroll again and imagined that he was in the beautiful Baekhyun Xiaozhu, he found that his body was empty, and he really came to the world in the picture scroll.

How to describe the beauty and color in the scroll, Baehyun, who had never read any books, was speechless for a while, but there was no doubt that he had a warm harbor.

In any case, it's a happy thing.

……

However, the days are still doing nothing, and Baehyun, who wanders between the sea of people and follows the current, shuttles between the two-dimensional and three-dimensional worlds every day, which makes him occasionally imagine that he may one day become a great man who will make a sensation in the world, but the more he thinks about it, the more he feels lackluster.

Such days are dull and there are no surprises, but they teach people to be calm.

Life's experiences are wonderful, sometimes exciting. Once, Baekhyun even met someone who made him look at him for the first time and was deeply attracted to him.

On that day, he brushed Baehyun's shoulder from the crowded alleyway, and the breath of each other was so harmonious that it attracted him.

The man turned his head to look at him, and Baekhyun was in the air polishing the golden painting on his lap with the tip of a slender brush.

It seemed to be a beautiful fairytale house, surrounded by flowers, and it was beautiful.

As for the man, many years later, Baekhyun learned the name of the man who was also burdened with the fate of wandering.

Galen Fox Don.

In those days, in the bustling crowd, under the golden sunset, Boxian painted with his pen, and they hurriedly glanced at it in the extraordinarily weak light, and then they each flowed into their own small and winding stream of life, plain like the tiniest speck of dust among all living beings.

In this world, no one is the protagonist.

Of course, sleeping in oil paintings is sometimes a problem.

A few times, Baekhyun woke up and found that he had moved somewhere.

Before going to bed, he pasted an oil painting of Baehyun's small building on the wall, and when people walking at night saw it, perhaps feeling appreciation, they took it off, rolled it up, or pasted it at home.

When Baekhyun woke up from the painting, he felt inconvenienced.

It's okay when the owner is not at home, Baehyun's skills are okay, and he can walk away without being discovered.

But if the owner is at home, it will be a little embarrassing.

This man in his thirties has no book knowledge, and his speech is shriveled and unconvincing. After explaining for a long time, people are probably thinking:

This kid is a psychopath.

There are also those who are short-tempered and do not want to listen to their explanations, so they raise their hands and beat them.

Of course, this is rare in Baehyun's wandering career, only once or twice for Miao Miao.

It's actually nothing, and the most unhappy time is when you are beaten by hooligans.

Because he has been wandering all year round, he has walked many ways. Baehyun's body has always been 'tough'.

It's just that the long-term malnutrition made him look dull, not tall, thin and thin.

He was bullied by hooligans, probably because of this - there are always weak people who are bullied in this world.

The first time I encountered this was when I was sixteen years old. Baehyun, who was still a young man at the time, panicked.

So the panicked Baekhyun ran for a long time, and a few brushes ran away, before he relied on the leg strength he had trained over the years to get out.

He did this intermittently, sometimes being caught, and most of the time he was able to escape. When he was blocked, he had no choice but to be beaten very badly.

Then, after he awakened the ability to enter the painting, there were fewer such things.

Baekhyun himself thought proudly, he is now probably called a superman, and he is always embarrassed to see it like an ordinary person.

This sense of superiority stayed with him for a long time, but then he was beaten again - although he resisted with all his might, he was unable to do so, and he did not speak of such a thing again.

It's a good day, you can stop and see the scenery along the way - even if there are occasional small accidents, but you can still enjoy it when you think about it today.

The second time I saw the man named Galen was in London.

Where is it, Baehyun, who doesn't know much about the road, is difficult to call by name for a while.

It was probably the eve of Christmas, the sky was snowing, and there were people in bright red clothes with bags on their backs, frolicking or hurrying in the streets.

Thousands of homes are lit up, and Christmas trees with colorful lights hang slightly from the glass doors that open and close automatically.

The children's voices came low from the darkness on the other side of the snowy night, and soothing music and moist things wafted in the air.

All this makes people feel peaceful.

Then Baekhyun saw the lonely man sitting alone in the corner of the park's flower bed, silently smoking in the snowstorm.

He was a vagabond, and every hair from his demeanor to his body showed such things. The first time Baekhyun saw him, he knew so.

The snow in London was drifting, piling up darkness as far as the eye could see.

The man's side was covered with snow, layer upon layer. He was sitting in a nest in the snow, his pants soaking wet.

The man named Galen sat there silently, smoking loudly - the end of the cigarette in his mouth was clearly extinguished in the dark environment.

At one point, he raised his head and looked at Baehyun.

"Chinese?" He asked.

Baekhyun nodded, and then felt that the line of sight was too dark, and the other party might not have seen it clearly, and reminded again:

"A native of Luzhong, Huaguo."

The man, who was against the faint light shining out of the window, made an indistinct gesture in the darkness. He spat out the remaining smoke and dust in his mouth, and looked up as if smiling.

"I'm also half Chinese."

As he spoke, his voice was flat.

Then Baekhyun saw him keep his head up, holding a nearly burned cigarette in his right hand and covering his mouth.

On the dry and cold Christmas Eve when it was snowing, the man was spitting out smoke like that, but soon after, as if choking on the alveoli of the lungs, the man named Galen began to cough violently.

Seeing this, Baekhyun hesitated, walked over and held his arm, and patted the man's back with his hand.

"Are you alright......"

In retrospect, Baekhyun probably said something like that at the time.

He withdrew his palm, his mouth going on, but the nerve endings in his palm transmitted a warm, slippery touch.

Baekhyun looked down.

The right hand he had used to pat Galen on the back of the shoulder was stained a little red, which was supposed to be called blood.

Baekhyun was stunned by this, he subconsciously looked at the man's back, and only then did Baekhyun realize that the snow nest on the edge of the flower bed where the man named Galen was sitting had been dyed red.

Baekhyun hadn't experienced such a thing back then, so he was stunned, not knowing how to think or do it.

Fortunately, the man seemed to be looking at the sky and did not pay attention to his embarrassed expression.

In the middle of the eastern street, the sound of noisy traffic and noise of unknown languages sounded at some point, and the man sitting with his head tilted back and drained the last of his tobacco leaves, and spat into a thin line into the empty darkness with some intoxication.

Galen propped his hand on the edge of the flowerbed and jumped down, looking in the direction of the clutter of headlights and neon in the east.

"Let's go, little one......"

"--It's not safe here."

The roar of the sports car's engine kicked up the snow that had settled on the ground, the wide radial tires ran over the snow-covered intersection pavilion door, and someone lifted the roof of the sports car, holding an elongated object in his hand and shouting something in his mouth.

Then Baekhyun noticed that his legs were running, and he reacted with hindsight that the other party seemed to be holding a firearm in his hand, and those people were probably outlaws, underworlds and something.

That year, Baekhyun thought that he should be wise to protect himself, so he ran away.

The bright sound of gunshots and gunpowder explosions soon swept behind him like waves, and Baekhyun ran far enough away to see the slender back of the man walking slowly, drowning in the light and smoke of the fire.

Staying at that moment, Baekhyun thought that such a person would not meet for the third time in his life.

……

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The snow falls unusually heavily on Christmas Eve in London, and the festive atmosphere fills this small world covered in snow.

Hexagonal crystals floated down from the dark sky at the four corners, and landed on people's faces, noses, and palms.

Not too far away, gunshots and shouts pierced through the quiet night, and Baekhyun heard the voices of many people mingling together into a strange hoarse roar.

Farther away, red-glowing police cars were speeding up.

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