The studio is located on the top floor of the academic building. It's big and quiet. It seems that I have accidentally stepped into another world.

I habitually looked out the window, and from here, I could see the whole view of the school, and the people who came and went became small dots; The trees that used to be tall have become so small that they seem to be able to reach for them. Looking straight ahead, you can see tall buildings, cascading clouds, and the daylight that is fading. The sky seems to be close here, but it seems far away. I don't know why, but I felt that this moment was not now but a day before, a long, long time ago, and I began to grieve inexplicably.

"It's nice here." At some point, Qi Yan walked to my side and watched the distance with me. I could see his blurred shadow through the glass.

"Hmm."

I turned around and looked inside the studio. There are so many easels, so many paintings, and even though I rely on a second vision, I can still clearly feel the impact of those paintings on the vision. Unconsciously, I walked to a corner where there was a painting that seemed to be a ruin after the earthquake and had a sense of apocalyptic despair. The whole picture is dull in tone, without any breath of life. The whole portrait has some powerful suction force that sucks me deeply into it, and I can't escape. I looked at it, and my heart felt like something had cut through it and a sour liquid flowed out, and I didn't know why, but I suddenly felt sad, a stormy sadness that I hadn't felt in a long time. I slowed down and walked to another picture, which showed a pavilion, an ancient building, long and light, surrounded by scattered weeds and rocks. But I don't know why I think there should be a person, a woman, standing in the middle of this pavilion, waiting for someone. In front of my eyes, I even saw the woman's mint green gauze skirt, long tassels, bamboo embroidery on the cuffs, and transparent jade bracelets on the wrists. I don't know how I see these details, I don't see them through my sight, I don't have a second sight, these seem to be things I already know. But how do I know this? My head hurts a little and my stomach cramps. I had to leave the painting and turn to another, and Qi Yan said, "Like it here? ”

I was so immersed in these paintings that I almost forgot that there was another person in the studio.

I nodded and said, "It's quiet here." It's perfect for calming down and drawing. "I continued to look at the paintings, and noticed that they were in the past, or modern scenes, or fantasies of the future, but there were no people, no one on the picture, as if someone had deliberately removed the people from the picture. And there seems to be some connection between these paintings, they seem to want to confide in something, and they seem to be guarding a secret.

"In fact, when you are really immersed in painting, the noise of the outside world will naturally fade away from your surroundings."

"Why...... There is no one in these paintings? I asked.

"Why does someone have to do that?" Qi Yan asked with a smile.

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I don't know how to draw, I've never learned it, but I just feel that there should be someone." "I think there should be a person in every painting, and this person should be a cold woman, standing faintly in the painting, looking at all this indifferently. And that apathy does not arise from indifference, but from a sense of impotence.

"Sometimes no one's painting can express more content, just like ......" Qi Yan stopped suddenly, looked at me deeply, and after a while, he said, "If you have nothing to do, you can come to the studio to learn to paint, it's always good for girls to be able to draw." "But I'm sure that's not what he meant to say. I don't know what he was trying to say, or why he suddenly changed his tune.

"It's just that I've never learned to draw specifically, and I'm afraid I'm not good at drawing." Actually, my aunt sent me to study oil painting, but I couldn't see the colors or the light and shadow, and painting was a kind of torture for me.

"It's nothing, and even if you don't like to paint, get to know the artists, who are the purest minds in the world."

I nodded, glanced at my watch again, and then said, "It's not too early, I should go back, and I will have self-study in a while." ”

"Yes, yes, you're also busy studying, so let's go."

Everything is still decided after talking to An Yin, and sure enough, An Yin is the only person in this world that I believe unconditionally.

I looked at my watch again, and it was still more than an hour before dusk.

I was absent-minded throughout the self-study, looking at my watch for a while, and fiddling with the pen in my hand for a while. Although I didn't think Qi Yan was dangerous, I always felt uneasy. I always felt that something was wrong, and I had a bad premonition in my heart, but I couldn't say it clearly. The drawings went back and forth in my mind, blurry and clear, like a code word, like a magic circle. There must be something in between, but I can't think of it. And Qi Yan, what the hell is he......

"You've been reading this page for an hour," said my tablemate, knocking on my desk, "who is unrequited love?" ”

"It's been an hour?" I came to my senses and subconsciously looked out the window, the sun was sinking in the west, and the dim halo made the whole world seem quiet and peaceful. In the classroom, the students were quietly immersed in the questions, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on their side faces and sprinkled on the blackboard, so beautiful.

It's almost there. It will be dusk soon, and when the sun sinks in the west, An Yin can appear.

I looked out the window again, and I saw Qi Yan, who was standing in the setting sun, surrounded by a layer of bright but not dazzling gold edges, as beautiful as if he had come from a painting. He looked up at me, smiled slightly, and waved at me. He opened his mouth and seemed to say something to me, but I couldn't turn on my spiritual power, and I didn't hear anything after all. I tried my best to make out the shape of my mouth, but I vaguely felt that it was a very short sentence, like a blessing, like a greeting. He turned to leave, his slender back stretched long in the setting sun, like a lonely swordsman. I feel like we're old friends.

Twilight is four, and thick ink spreads out in the sky. In an instant, the sun went out in the sky, and I gently closed my eyes and summoned An Yin.

"Master?" He landed on the window next to my place, so lightly, with a hint of surprise in his tone. He always called me master, and at first I was very unaccustomed to it, so let him call me by my name. But in the end, I compromised. After all, he has been around for a thousand years, and he must have been deeply rooted in the concept of hierarchy, although he only showed respect for me in terms of title.

I transplanted what I saw and heard today into his mind. This is the convenience between the spirit tamer and his solitary spirit, the heart and mind are connected, and sometimes there is no need for words. I cast him an inquiring look: What do you think?

The self-study is not over yet, I can't move too much, and I can't speak, but fortunately, he can speak without scruples, which is the only voice I can hear.

"Your guess is correct, he is indeed not human, and he is a high-level solitary spirit with extremely high attainments." He thought for a long time before speaking slowly, in an unmistakable tone.

My eyes widened in surprise.

He continued, "I told you before that the lone spirit is also divided into levels, and the higher the level, the stronger the ability, and this level depends on the spiritual power of his soul tamer. For example, I am the lowest solitary spirit, I have no ability, and my sense of existence is very weak, only you can perceive my existence; And your trainee teacher is of a very high level, he has not only gained the five senses, but he has already materialized, and his appearance is excellent, and his drawing is good enough to show that his ability is extraordinary. You can see him, it's not that you regain your vision, it's that his abilities invade your vision and let you see him. You're not an adult yet, so I guess he shouldn't have found out you're a spirit tamer, but once you're past your birthday, your identity will be revealed. So be sure to watch out for him. ”

I nodded slightly.

"As for the paintings, since they were made by a high-ranking solitary spirit, they must not be for entertainment. They should have a certain amount of spiritual power, and it is very likely that different people will see it differently. But you couldn't use your spiritual power at that time, maybe you only saw some appearances. If you want to know what the paintings mean, you can sneak into the studio while he's not there, and be sure to spend less time alone with him. The lonely spirit that can reach the level of a high-level solitary spirit will not be a white lotus little white rabbit. He spoke so seriously that I didn't dare to be hippie and listened carefully to his every word.

"Plus, there'......"

At this time, An Yin's voice was cut off abruptly, and I couldn't see his expression, but I could clearly feel his horror and sadness, as if he had suddenly seen something terrible, and as if he had been attacked by some fatal attack. The tamer and the lone spirit are connected, and in that moment I was surrounded by a great fear and grief, what the hell was it......

"No, no...... Wrong...... We're mistaken......" An Yin's breathing became extremely unsteady, and his voice trembled visibly, this was the first time he had done so.

What's going on......

I looked at An Yin with wide eyes, trying to stabilize him.

"Someone changed the time, your birthday is not tomorrow at 24 o'clock, but today. As soon as the Soul Trainer approached adulthood, the Lone Spirit would see the full memories of his past life, and just now, I saw it. ”

After a long time, An Yin finally said.

The pen that was spinning in my hand fell suddenly.

The bell rings, school is over.