In the courtyard in the early morning, many people were still asleep, and Old Man Gu had already gotten up to clean the yard. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Sweep the yard, boil water, feed the chickens, day after day, every day.

Fan Wu had been observing for a month, he frowned, he hadn't found anything special in this old man these days, could it be that he was too careful? I don't know what happened to Bi An, so he should go and see Bi An.

At the moment when Fan Wu left, Old Man Gu's hand to feed the chickens trembled, he finally concealed it, he thought about his little apprentice Ah Lin and everything he had calculated and made up his mind, no matter what, he must do his best to protect this child.

The No. 4 Middle School has been in the limelight lately, and the works of the most promising painters, Wilde, are impeccable first in terms of subject matter and brushwork, but I don't know why the results of the competition have not been announced for a long time, and there are some rumors that this is not Wilde's work, but a painting by one of his students named Bian.

The principal looked at Wilde in front of him, he hired him as a teacher when he was just famous, but who knew that he had never made any achievements in Jianglang, and this time he finally handed over a decent work.

It's just that he thought about the rumors in the school, coughed and said, "Teacher Wang, there are some things that you may have heard about, so the city means to contact the student named Bi An to solve this matter." ”

Wilde pretended to be calm and nodded: "Don't worry, I will definitely deal with this matter" Walking out of the principal's office, he couldn't help but feel worried, he definitely couldn't let those leaders see Bi An, a bold plan appeared in his heart, he sent the edited text message to Bi An.

Bian came to the studio, where the tongue-pulling hell was placed, he reached out and touched the painting, thinking about the text messages sent by Wilde, a little headache This Wilde is really simple-minded, except for him, the lamb sent to the door, who would cooperate with him like this.

Although he had seen everything through, he still needed to follow the original routine, and at this time, two other classmates walked in to look at Bi An, one of whom was a classmate who had a good relationship with him.

"Bi An, I heard that this work was painted by you, it's really fake" Bi An smiled and didn't answer, "I think it's unlikely, don't misunderstand Bi An, after all, Mr. Wang was also a very famous painter" Bi An: "You should know who painted the painting"

The two of them trembled, could it be that Bi An had already seen something? They thought of their work that Wilde had promised to include when he published a collection of paintings in the future, and silently apologized to Bian.

A few days later, two students went to the leaders to report some information, and the rumor that the painting was painted by Bian disappeared, and Wilde's work won the first place without accident.

The paintings have been placed in the studio for students to read, Bi An looked at Wilde on the podium, Fan Wu said a few days ago that he was coming back, the matter was not delayed, he walked up to the podium, and whispered in Wilde's ear: "Teacher, I have a way to prove that the painting was painted by me, you come to the studio tonight, take a good look at the painting"

Wilde shook a little, pretending not to hear, "Bian-sama, you can't move around at will in class, please go back to your own place"

At night, a mysterious black shadow came to the studio, looked at the painting and turned around, reached out to take it, the door suddenly opened, Wilde looked at the black shadow and shouted "who" The black shadow quickly rolled out of the window and disappeared.

Wilde didn't catch up with anyone, who was that person, could it be Bian? He thought about what Bian had said during the day, and for safety, he decided to take the painting home.

At this moment, Bi An was buying large bags of things in the supermarket, preparing to go home to see Fan Wu, who had disappeared for a month

Wilde placed the painting on the table, carefully observing it, pondering what Bian was talking about.

Annoyed, he watched, and suddenly the lights went out, was the power out? Wilde thought to himself, went to the room and took out a flashlight to look at the person carefully, suddenly, his eyes widened, he rubbed his eyes, and looked at himself, how could it be that such a clear feature could he not have noticed.

Seeing that the jailer's face on the painting was Nabian, Wilde's mind was blank, and the painting could not be further exhibited. Otherwise, sooner or later, his fraudulent use of the painting would be discovered, and he would destroy the painting, and Wilde put down the painting and went to the bedroom to get a lighter.

The people outside the window couldn't wait any longer, slipped into the living room to pick up the painting, and prepared to leave, but when they stumbled, Wilde heard the sound and ran out, "Bian, what are you going to do!" ”

That must be Bi An, who else will come to steal the painting, the man in black did not speak, and asked for a long time: "Is it unfair and free in the hearts of the people, is this painting really painted by you?" ”

Wilde sneered: "Everyone says that this painting is mine, of course it is mine, you put the painting down"

The man in black sighed: "I'm saving you, you can't take this painting"

Wilde, where can he listen, ran up and snatched the painting, and after grabbing it, he quickly lit it with a lighter, "Haha, Bian, I see what else you can do" Wilde smirked, reached out and removed the mask of the man in black, under the mask was an unfamiliar face.

"Who are you?" Wilde asked, puzzled,

The man was still about to say something, but suddenly he saw that the burning painting was floating into the air, and the fire spread everywhere, "chant a mantra, don't care about anything, run" someone shouted, and the man in black was full of eagerness, and quickly muttered something in his mouth, and disappeared.

Wilde stared at all this in front of him in a daze, was he dreaming?

There were flames all around, drowning everything, and he saw an incredible scene, a man was being pressed, his tongue pulled out again and again, and he kept wailing, exactly like his dream, he must be dreaming, and he woke up and woke up, he closed his eyes and shouted.

However, when I opened my eyes, nothing had changed.

He couldn't wake up from this dream.

Suddenly, he saw a lot, saw a lot of books burning in the raging fire, and the books were bent and crumpled, and he could hear the angry cries of the books. When the book disappeared, he saw the painting again, this time more clearly, and the highlight of the painting was not that the jailer was Bi'an's face, but that the person who was tortured was himself.

He remembered everything, and he also understood why he dreamed of the Qin Dynasty's clothes, in his previous life and in this life, he finally remembered everything.

Nothing is a dream, it is what he has experienced and what he will face.

Fan Wu and Bi An were eating, and suddenly, the jade slip "Si Yun" in Fan Wu's pocket shook and flashed with light, and the place where Li Si's name was originally written continued to glow, and then it dimmed, Li Si's name disappeared, and there was an extra pattern next to the jade slip, no more, no less, just one eighteenth of the jade slip.

Bi An smiled at Fan Wu and raised his glass: "Fan Wu, it's over, have a drink" Fan Wu looked at Bi An, such Bi An, maybe he really doesn't need to worry too much.

Wilde, a teacher at No. 4 Middle School, accidentally caught fire at home, which was very regrettable, but it was also forgotten soon after, and everyone did not remember that there was a student named Bi'an in No. 4 Middle School, and no one would ever remember it.