In fact, even if it is copied, Li Qi also likes it, not that he likes the painting, but more, he should like the person in the painting (Chapter 8 of the Legend of the World). Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info likes a painting, Li Qi thinks it's incredible when he thinks about it, but every time he sees the wind and moon in the painting, Li Qi's heart will be sour, and even a trace of guilt will rise, as if he can only identify himself in his life and stay with him.

"Why is this happening?" At night, Li Qi lay on the bed in confusion, looking at the wind and Wu Yuedian hanging on the wall in a daze, his lonely expression seemed to want to say something to himself.

"Actually, do you like me too?" A trace of excitement rose in Li Qi's heart, delusional thinking about the infatuation of this dead man, and gradually sleepiness hit, and everything in front of him began to be hazy.

In my dream, I returned to that small village.

"Brother, brother, I can marry you! I can finally marry you! ”

"But I'm old......"

"You are still my good sister, you can live in this family for as long as you want, brother will find you a better one."

I still remember that I happily ran in front of the dog, and Li Qi with Yuexin can marry the dogan justifiably, even if Li Qi doesn't like the dogan at all, but only in this way will he not be abandoned again.

For this day, Li Qi has been waiting for 20 years.

I still remember the rejection of the dog, and I still remember that my heart was broken, and it was not the dream of marrying the dog, but that I was abandoned again.

Abandonment, Li Qi, this name is like a nightmare with him, from the abandonment of his parents at birth, from the night to finally only regard himself as a tool to kill, from a small mortal to abandon himself, at this moment, Li Qi is very afraid, even afraid of dreams.

I'm so afraid of losing this home, I'm afraid that I don't want to be myself at night, or maybe I really don't dare to believe in the night anymore -

"But brother, I don't dislike you for being old, I don't even dislike when you will die, I just hope that as long as you don't abandon me while you're there, won't this work?" Li Qi cried and shouted in his dream, but looking at the back of the dog in the distance, Li Qi's heart broke again-

"Fool, what about me? Am I here? An unfamiliar voice came from behind him, Li Qi turned his head in astonishment, but saw that standing behind him was the wind Wu Yuedian in the painting.

"Fool, come here, they forsake you, but I will never, for you are my destiny!" Feng Wuyue smiled secretly and opened her arms, "Li Qi, you know that I have been looking for you for two thousand years, you are my fate, I suffered in the Huangquan River for thousands of years, and I will be by your side from now on." ”

"Even if we are different people, even if maybe I will live longer than you, even if I am a witch, even if my identity is so disliked, will you still love me?" Li Qi looked at the wind Wu Yuedian who opened his arms and hesitated.

"Never leave, life and death go hand in hand!"

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"Never leave, life and death go hand in hand!" Li Qi woke up from his dream, but saw that he was already hazy with tears, and the wind and Wu Yuedian in the painting in front of him were still asleep, but at this moment, Li Qi felt a sense of being redeemed in his heart.

"It turns out that I am not abandoned, Brother Fox, wake up, pick me up!" Li Qi looked at the portrait without the slightest emotion, and suddenly, tears flowed out uncontrollably.

"Hey, Lee has abandoned the spell of that painting." So I often hear Zuo Yue say this.

So from that moment on, Li Qi fell in love with the painting and the person in the painting. Yes, it's like a thousand-year-old spell, lingering, unstoppable, for this reason Li Qi even checked all the books, and asked many people about Feng Wu Yuedian, but the news that this mysterious man gave himself was only so little, short-lived, and disappeared, but even this could not stop Li Qi's enthusiasm for Feng Wu Yuedian, she even pulled Zuo Yue to talk endlessly.

"Oh, it's annoying, how can you like a dead man in a painting!" In the wine cellar, Yueniang, who was dragged to listen to a bunch of, couldn't help but scream, she didn't even understand why there was such a stupid girl in the world.

"But he will never forsake me!" Li Qi's eyes pointed to the night in the attic, and suddenly he screamed loudly, that expression, that look, it was clearly for the night.

And Li Qi's words, the night in the attic was heard vividly, which made the night's heart hurt inexplicably, as if he saw the lonely self who had been in the death zone, he followed the sound, and wanted to see the child who was hurt by himself, but at this time, the dark night in front of him could not see anything: "Child, in fact, I never thought of abandoning you, but one day, I will still leave you-"

Ye didn't ask for Li Qi's forgiveness, and it didn't even matter if Li Qi understood him, he just wanted that after he left, Li Qi could be strong, and only in this way could he leave with peace of mind.

"Yes, he's right, he's going to give her a home." Night thought inexplicably.

After that, Li Qi sold all her time to Kong Fang, she thought that Kong Fang just let herself paint those vulgar ** and the like, but Li Qi never expected that the first painting that Kong Fang called himself to paint was actually the first draft of a vast masterpiece. It was only because the vastness destroyed the painting of the lower left foot that year, so I had to redraw it, and I left this first draft.

The position of the poor painting is exactly the position where Haohan vomits blood in the original work, Li Qi stroked the texture of the painting, felt the mentality of Haohan, remembered Haohan's death, and felt a stabbing pain in his heart. Now Li Qi finally willingly painted for Kong Fang, because only in this way can the vastness be resurrected in Li Qi's heart, which is the only thing Li Qi can do for the vastness.

On the other hand, the night that forced him to practice this and that seemed to have opened his mind and no longer forced himself, which also made Li Qi happy, but he was not free at all, he went back and forth to Confucius every day, and the night must be with him, as if he was a silent tail, Li Qi was also happy to protect the night, since he was almost caught last time, the night now does not leave an inch and makes himself feel at ease, after all, the only thing in this world to protect himself is the night.

In the big studio--

"Hey!" Now Li Qi still calls it the night.

"Huh?" I don't know if it's wrong, but tonight's temper is surprisingly good.

"You don't force me to learn any spells anymore, so support me in drawing?"

Ye nodded and said, "I've figured it out recently, instead of forcing you to learn to protect yourself, it's better to find another one to protect you." ”

"It's good that I have you to protect me." Li Qi said.

"One more might as well be fine."

"Is there a good candidate?" Li Qi said curiously.

If you don't talk at night, it's probably because you can't divulge anything.

"You can't see what you're doing sitting in the back?" After ten years of getting along, the relationship between Li Qi and Ye has eased a lot, and most of the time, Li Qi almost forgot that she was staying with a demon who killed her, but she still refused to admit it.

"Listen where are you drawing?" Night said.

"Listen? Can you hear me? Li Qiqi said, "Then where do you listen to me now?" ”

"Overseas...... There are thousands of miles of Kun there, spread their wings as a bird, so they are called Peng ......" and the night is eloquent.

"I didn't expect you to know more than mourning, why didn't you teach me back then?" Li Qi asked while painting, there are many secrets buried in his heart at night, and many things Li Qi does not know.

Ye Hehe smiled: "I'm not good at talking. ”

"Now it's like a chatterbox!" Li Qibai glanced at the night, and he had to be nagged endlessly by everything he did every day, "Is it that people will nag when they get old?" ”

Ye smiled slightly, and didn't argue anything, but he wanted to say more to Li Qi, because maybe one day he would never be able to say it. After that, wherever Li Qi painted, he talked about it at night, and Li Qi was also happy to listen to more stories, just like that, one by one, and ten years passed.