Wake up in front of a door in a residential building.

"Ah, Si Li......" stood next to a long-haired girl with a cross-body bag, her waist straight, "Oh no! ”

Zhao Bai'an suddenly became sober.

"It's Siqing!" Zhao Baian blurted out.

The girl smiled at her and rang the doorbell.

Whose house is this going to?

"Si Li, here we are." Fang Zhihua opened the door, "Come in, come in." ”

Siqing immediately turned into a slightly hunched appearance with her head down, she nodded, and Zhao Bai'an followed into Fang Zhihua's house.

"Ah, do you have to hold your bag all the time? Don't have to hang together? Fang Zhihua asked while hanging Siqing's long down jacket on the hanger.

Siqing squeezed the strap of her schoolbag tightly with her hand, but just shook her head, looking a little nervous.

"Okay, come, sit, don't be restrained." Fang Zhihua sat on the sofa close to Siqing.

From this vantage point of view from the couch, look up, look up and down – what a big portrait of Si Li!

The girl in the painting is wearing a white T-shirt dotted with paint, sitting on a small bench, holding an oil painting board in her left hand. The long jet-black hair was tied back haphazardly, and the bangs were also clamped with pink bangs clips, revealing a smooth forehead. The girl looked at the drawing board that was still mostly blank gently, and the smile that could not be hidden at the corner of her mouth almost overflowed.

The painting, which is about half a person tall, has only a faint background except for the girl who painted it, but that is enough. The sketchpad was reflected in the girl's clear eyes, and through her eyes, a soft, calm, but very joyful feeling inexplicably rose in her heart.

Si Qing sat on the sofa, staring at this Si Li like Zhao Bai'an, her fingers were the same as the original Si Li, and her knuckles were white because she was tightly clutching the strap of her schoolbag.

"What's wrong, Sily? Suddenly I was so fascinated. Fang Zhihua leaned into Siqing's ear and also looked at the painting, "You don't look at this painting much every time you come before." Feeling good today? Kindness? It's really a good drawing, right? ”

Fang Zhihua was blowing hot air in Siqing's ear, Siqing's eyes suddenly changed from gentle to extremely fierce, she looked away from the painting, and her body moved to the side of the sofa.

"Si Li," Fang Zhihua also moved in the direction of Siqing, and he moved as much as Siqing moved, "You haven't been here for a while." ”

Fang Zhihua covered Siqing's hand, Siqing struggled for a moment, but was firmly pinched and couldn't pull away, "How is it?" You must miss me too, right? ”

"You said the other day that you had painted a painting that everyone would be happy with?" Fang Zhihua said as he put his other hand around Siqing's waist, "Hurry up and show me what it looks like!" ”

Since she couldn't break free, Siqing lowered her head and leaned on Fang Zhihua's shoulder.

"Wait a little longer." Siqing said in a hoarse voice.

Maybe Si Li had never been so active, and Fang Zhihua's eyes became brighter. "Okay, okay, then wait a little longer."

"Oh, but if I'm very satisfied, you'll have to get the painting sooner." Fang Zhihua let go of Siqing's hand and touched her hair, "On the way to take it, be careful, don't be seen." ”

"You know that, right? I don't need to say more. This time, Aisonli is imminent, and the deadline for the competition is only a month away. ”

"And the media are very concerned about me, and I will definitely win the award again!"

"Si Li, it's good to have you. You're my lucky god! Hey, I know what happened to your sister more than a month ago, it's so unfortunate, alas! The world is impermanent, who would have thought. Fang Zhihua hugged Siqing and whispered in her ear.

"yes...... The world is impermanent. Siqing closed her eyes in pain.

"Si Li, you must be sad, right? I really didn't expect something like that, it's great that it didn't affect your performance, and this time Aisonli still has to rely on you! Si Li, the charm of your self-portrait is still difficult for me to surpass. ”

Or do you have to rely on it?

Or is it a self-portrait?

What do you mean? Don't......

Zhao Bai'an approached the portrait of Si Li on the wall with an arrow step.

"Love".

In the lower right corner of the frame is the name of the work. There is no writer who is.

"I really watch it every day...... It's so beautiful......" Fang Zhihua put his arms around Siqing and gently rested his chin on the top of her head.

"Si Li, don't be too sad about your sister's death. As I told you the other day, your professor at the Academy of Fine Arts is full this year. But it's not hopeless, why don't you stop studying at Ayton for a year or two, and I'll give you a chance every year, how about it? ”

"Hey, don't get too excited! You're shaking. You see I'm right to you, okay? Anyway, your sister is gone, and your parents don't usually stay home for a few days. In the future, you will either live with me and paint directly with me! What do you think? ”

"Then if you don't speak, I'll let you agree, I'll call your parents later, and explain the situation." I think I'll take care of you, and they'll be reassured. ”

"Si Li, how much I love you~ You know that too, right? Now show me your drawing! Fang Zhihua finally let go of Siqing.

"En......" Siqing straightened up and leaned on Fang Zhihua's body, and pulled the schoolbag open, "Come, I'll show you." Look at this path to heaven!! ”

Siqing's volume skyrocketed, she raised her head suddenly, and as soon as her voice fell, a cold light flashed!

"Huh?" A fruit knife appeared on Fang Zhihua's waist.

"Die!" Siqing roared, holding the handle of the knife with her hand and rotating it vigorously, bleeding like an infusion.

Zhao Baian was so shocked that he didn't know what to do.

"Woo, ah, ah......" Fang Zhihua let out a howl of pain as if he had just realized something.

Siqing let go of the fruit knife, stood up from the sofa, and grabbed Fang Zhihua's neck hard, "Hehehehe...... Are you satisfied with my answer? ”

Siqing, who was at a disadvantage in size, pressed down the weight of his whole body, Fang Zhihua's face was flushed, and his two big hands tightly wrapped around Siqing's wrists, breaking them out with all his might.

Siqing's face also turned red from exertion.

"Ahh Fang Zhihua exerted all his strength, Siqing was pushed backwards, and a large amount of blood oozed from the wound of the fruit knife.

Siqing took a step back to stabilize her figure, and before Fang Zhihua could get up, she pulled out the fruit knife with her backhand.

"Ahhh......hh

Si Qing did not hesitate, took a step forward, and his whole body jumped upward, and while slamming into Fang Zhihua, his raised hands also fell.

"Poof-" The fruit knife held horizontally passed through the ribs, submerged into Fang Zhihua's chest, and reached the hilt, without any obstacles.

"Ahhh I hate you! ”

"Hate you!"

"Hate you!"

"I hate you!"

A knife, a knife, a knife.

I don't know when, it became Zhao Bai'an herself who rode on Fang Zhihua, and a hoarse and deformed roar rushed out of her throat. Knife and knife and hot blood splattered her cheeks, blurring her eyes and her hands numb up and down like a machine.

"Bang-" The fruit knife fell out of Zhao Bai'an's hand.

Fang Zhihua was already motionless under her.

"Huha, huha, huha." Zhao Bai'an's chest kept rising and falling, and no amount of air seemed to be enough.

What about Siqing?

Looking around, there was no Siqing anywhere.

Why? Why me? How could it be me? Zhao Bai'an was at a loss, her temples jumping suddenly.

"Mmmm She rushed into the bathroom like crazy, lying on the sink and gasping for air.

The field of view with the head down...... Siqing's clothes, Siqing's pants, Siqing's shoes...... All on herself.

Am I Siqing?

Siqing is me?

The field of vision could not be focused, Zhao Bai'an was very puzzled, she shook her head and tried to stay awake, panting and looking up at the mirror.

But the mirror seemed to be fogged up.

Let me see! Let me see clearly!! Zhao Bai'an was anxious.

She supported her trembling self by the sink with one hand, and rubbed the mirror with her arm with the other, flustered, clumsy, and disorganized. It is more appropriate to say that it is to wipe than to hit the mirror.

The fog was still there, but the faces in the mirror were getting clearer and clearer. Through the vast white mist, the fiery red eyes stared straight at Zhao Bai'an, only a mirror was separated.

"Miki...... I...... What the hell am I going to do......"

Huo Miki in the mirror smiled at Zhao Bai'an, raised an index finger on his lips, and was silent.

Ahhhh......h Palms, arms, chest...... The field of vision is filled with bright red. A sea of blood slowly poured into the mirror, gradually drowning Miki's shoulders, chin, and fiery eyes......

also drowned out Zhao Bai'an's thoughts......