The inside of the house looked dark.

His bedroom looked eerie, it was night, but the curtains were drawn, and not a trace of moonlight or starlight fell on the room, except for the dim light of the candles, it was very dark and pure.

Bian Jin was painting and lighting candles.

The candlelight fell on his face, everything on his facial features seemed to be shadowed, and the cute baby face also had a deep outline.

The candle flame flickered, and there seemed to be a little light in his eyes, which also swayed gently with the wind.

Bian Jin turned his back to the door, pinched the pen, and carefully traced something on the drawing board.

Tong Yaoyao felt.

The light is so dim, and Bian Jin is not short-sighted, which is really enviable.

She slowed her steps and quietly walked in.

All the rooms in this villa were carpeted, and the room was very large, and she walked to Bian Jin little by little.

Bian Jin was engrossed in it, and didn't notice her coming, but still looked down at the drawing board and drew on it.

Until Tong Yaoyao stood beside him, he suddenly realized, his eyes turned his head coldly, and his first reaction was to grab the drawing board and directly ruffle the painting on it.

Drawing paper folds.

But even in the candlelight, you can see that there are only two colors on this painting, black and white.

Black cities, black houses, and even black skies.

The whole white paper was inky black, and at the end, because he was moving just now, a touch of black ink slid directly to the end of the paper, as if the whole paper was split.

Other than that, there is no other color, and it looks very oppressive and dull.

Bian Jin didn't expect Yaoyao to come in, his hand was tightly clenched on the drawing board, and the person blocked the painting, and his voice was a little stumbling.

"Little sister...... How did you get in? I don't mean it...... Are you tired? Sit and sit and sit ......"

Bian Jin was so nervous.

It was the first time someone had come to his room, or someone had entered his bedroom in front of him.

The room was his own place of absolute privacy.

It's kind of a safe area of his mind.

He didn't like people to enter, because coming to his room was like coming to his heart, and the ability to peek into his inner secrets would give him an intuitive feeling of disgust and rejection.

Even if it's Yudad, Ye Dad or Qiu Quan can't come.

But the young lady came in......

He didn't feel any discomfort.

Instead, there is a kind of trepidation......

It's too messy in his house, will it make the young lady hate it?

Porridge in his freezer......

His witch doll, the needle and the little man in his cupboard...... And also......

It's all not good.

Bian Jin wanted to tear up the painting in his hand, and he wanted to cover the things in the house!

He thought so, and suddenly, Tong Yaoyao took a step forward and held his hand.

Bian Jin's hand trembled, and his voice lowered.

"Little sister...... I ......"

"It's a beautiful painting."

Tong Yaoyao said.

Bian Jin was silent.

Pretty...... Maybe it's good-looking...... He couldn't tell......

But it's lonely, it's depressing......

It's like walking alone on a rainy night.

The heavy rain smashed on his face, on his chest, the cold water stung his skin, he wanted to shiver with cold, but he could only hold his body and shiver alone.

He was familiar with that kind of lonely night.

The night that made him want to jump off the mountain countless times.

This kind of night is in his paintings.

The world is lonely and lonely in his eyes, just like the current life, maybe except for life, it is death......

He didn't know how to answer Tong Yaoyao.

Tong Yaoyao pressed his hand, turned the painting halfway, turned it one hundred and eighty degrees and put it on the drawing board, and then picked up the pen and drew a horizontal line under these cold black and white.