"I said brother, I didn't ask you just now, what are you doing?" While driving the car, the driver saw that the atmosphere was a little quiet, so he asked. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The man with glasses, wrapped in a trench coat, sat in the back seat, and through the rearview mirror, the two glanced at each other.

"I, hehe, it's not a very good job, I'm a painter."

"Drawing? Teacher? Painter? The driver asked.

"Well, almost, it's okay to be a painter, so there's nothing to do."

"Oh, so it's about art, it's not like us taxi drivers, we have to run all day."

"Actually, I don't paint every day, I only have one or two works occasionally, and I'm not very busy." The man explained.

The driver was a little envious, looked in the rearview mirror, and then said, "That's so good, what do you usually draw here?" It feels good that painters are very profitable. ”

The man with glasses took off his glasses, took out a handkerchief out of nowhere, and wiped it carefully.

"Oh, actually, I paint dead people, and I paint one or two pictures every few days, not a lot."

The man wiped his eyes and calmly put them on, as if he didn't mean to joke at all, drawing pictures for the dead? This man isn't crazy, is he?

The driver suddenly laughed awkwardly: "Eh, hey, hey, buddy is really joking, this is broad daylight, saying this thing is unlucky." ”

"No kidding, it's about painting portraits of dead people." The man with glasses still replied seriously.

The driver looked at the young man through the rearview mirror, and suddenly, a little fear became in his heart, and suddenly he remembered where he was going, and suddenly had an idea in his heart.

"Hehe, brother, you go to a mental hospital to see a friend, you, you don't go to the doctor by yourself, do you? You, where are you calling, tell me. ”

The driver was a little nervous, he really didn't want to accept it, early in the morning, pulled a psychosis, in case he would go crazy, what could he do. It's really unlucky~ He thought to himself.

The man with glasses smiled, his eyes narrowed, the eyes hidden behind the frames made people look frightened, he didn't answer the driver's words, and leaned forward slightly.

"I'm really painting portraits of dead people, by the way, I heard that you are 'Lansheng Company', I'll ask you about someone."

The driver's hand holding the steering wheel suddenly tightened, he didn't have the warm air in the car, but at this moment, his forehead was full of sweat.

"Who, who?"

"You...... Know someone named Tagharma? ”

"Tuofei, Tuofei, no, I don't know, haha, we don't have this person in our company." The driver replied thoughtlessly.

On the other side, he looked at the road in front of him with his eyes, and he would be able to get off the bridge in a while, and he was ready, as soon as he got off the bridge, he quickly found a place to park, drove him down, and didn't charge money!

However, just as he was about to fill up the gas pedal, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Tuofei, Tuofei ~ what! Am I not Tuofei?

The taxi driver's heart suddenly crackled like oil that had exploded into a pan.

Who is he? How does he know my name? He, he can't really have a mental problem, right? But, this, that's not right.

"I said, brother, brother, you're not joking, it's broad daylight, why are you looking for Tuo, Tuofei?" The driver asked nervously.

"Oh, nothing, someone asked me to paint a portrait of him." The man replied calmly.

"Painting, painting portraits? You, you are mentally abnormal~ Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is Tuofei, don't you paint portraits of dead people? I'm still here! In broad daylight, don't be crazy with me, get off Lao Tzu in a while! ”

The driver couldn't hold back any longer, and while slamming on the accelerator, he yelled loudly, he wanted to be brave.

The man in glasses raised an eyebrow, but he wasn't so surprised.

"I know you're Tuofei, don't be nervous." Still calm, he reached out and took out a rolled-up portrait from his jacket pocket, and said, "This portrait is for you." ”

The driver's eyes widened, "Make your uncle's international joke, I don't want any portraits, you get out of the car~!" Seeing that he was about to drive off the bridge, the driver said loudly.

"No kidding, I really gave a portrait of the dead man, and this portrait is for you."

"You fart!" The driver couldn't hold back any longer.

"Hehe, it's really yours, don't be nervous, oh yes, thank you for the cigarette in the morning, I'll pay for it later, but there's one more thing."

"What, what's ......?"

"You...... Why kill people? She asked me to give you this portrait. ”

"What? You, what do you say? That's impossible! The driver was hoarse and slammed the accelerator.

……

On the avenue of Yan'an West Road, the stars scattered pedestrians, and the man walked silently in a windbreaker.

In the end, he was not taken to a mental hospital, and he wanted to finish the painting and stop by to see his old friend, but as a result, he had to walk the rest of the way on his own.

The building of the Municipal Psychiatric Hospital slowly appeared in front of it, and the closed door was like a solid wall, locking out any possibility that people wanted to cross.

After some time, the man came to the door of the hospital.

He just stood there, looking inside for a long time, but he didn't mean to go in.

He took out a white wild chrysanthemum from his clothes, probably because of the autumn wind, the flower that should have been broken and withered, but at this time it felt extremely beautiful.

The man gently placed the flower in front of the door of the mental hospital, his eyes still calm and silent.

As if to pay tribute to something, the man closed his eyes and let the cold wind baptize,

The man whispered something to himself, and if anyone passed by, he would think that he had escaped from the hospital.

I don't know how long it took, the man opened his eyes, seemed to have finished praying, returned to normal again, took off his glasses, took out his handkerchief and began to wipe it slowly.

After looking at the time, he whispered, "It's still early today, we should be able to talk for a while, it's time to meet new friends......"

Then, the man put on his glasses and slowly disappeared into the cold wind.

……

On the side of the street under the overpass, a taxi pulled aside, and the driver sat in the car and smoked a cigarette.

He didn't have a window, and the car was already full of smoke at this time, but the driver didn't seem to care, his eyes widened, and he stared straight at a picture scroll on his right hand.

It didn't take long for his hands to tremble, and half of the cigarette in his hand fell to his thighs, but he didn't realize it.

"It can't be, it can't be, she, she's back...... No, it won't......"

The driver spoke incoherently, as if on the verge of collapse.

Suddenly, his phone rang, and the driver subconsciously picked up the phone, his voice trembling, a little overwhelmed.

"Hey, who, who......"

The gentle voice of the man with glasses came from the other side of the phone: "Oh, I forgot to tell you Mr. Tuofei, I have some psychological research, I think you have some psychological problems, if you feel that you can't get over it one day, you can come to me, remember, I will only say the address once......"

Ten minutes later, the taxi started the accelerator, there was a sharp grinding sound, and the car drove away from the road......