I hadn't figured out the situation yet, but I listened to the sound of the door being closed, and I stepped up the circular staircase as if in response.

I want to go back to my room now, without taking off my clothes, close the door, turn off the lights, shrink into my quilt, and fall asleep, completely forgetting the world. If my face is too red and hot to sleep, I don't mind taking a rolling pin from the kitchen, stretching out the quilt with my hand, knocking myself out with a stick, and then hiding in the quilt and fainting deeply, and then completely forgetting the world.

I took heavy steps and went upstairs, twisting the handle of my door, trying to go in and sleep.

But I twisted my head, but I couldn't push it away.

What's wrong with this door? Is it broken?

I writhed harder, but I couldn't push it away.

Looking up, how can there be a lock locked here?

No, why is there a padlock on the outside of this door, in addition to the lock on the inside of the doorknob?

But now is not the time to say that it is unreasonable, the point is that there is a lock on it, and the lock is very new.

Who is this!

How can this be!

Lock the door to my room while I'm down!" Can you not take advantage of people like this? I'm just moved to want that kind of thing, you can't give me this kind of punishment!

Who locked it!

All right.

I admit that this is a punishment for me, and it is what I deserve, I should not be distracted, go down to "steal food", get nothing, and say nothing, I am still embarrassed to death, and now I come up, and my door is locked.

This is God's punishment for me! Punish people like me who can't control their desires!

However, it may not be the case at all, and he may be a coincidence, or a misunderstanding.

But that's how I think it's a punishment for me, because then I'll feel better, and I won't be able to live without a little punishment.

The punishment is suffering, but what am I going to do tonight? There was no one in this room, and I couldn't go back to my own room, but this room was quite big, and although there was a sofa, it was so pitiful!

So let's do something tonight.

I remember, I hadn't drawn in a long time, and I left my sketchpad bag outside the door just as I was tidying up.

It seems to be a little rainy tonight, I don't know if it's suitable for painting?

But it's okay, even if it's raining.

Fortunately, the phone is still on me, otherwise it would be really difficult to move an inch.

When you go out, you can't really paint anything about the scenery around here.

It was evening, dusk, and the clouds cast an indifferent light from it.

Well, it's a mess around here, and I don't have any idea of waving a pen.

I don't really like to paint pure landscapes, after all, paintings are for people to see, and if people can't get anything out of paintings, then the painting is a simple thing with no value than a photograph.

I like to draw people, whether it's a close-up or a distant figure, in short, people are the center of the painting.

I once saw a painting where most of the painting depicts a station, with only a hand stretching out on the far left of the painting asking for a hug.

Even if this painting is only a little bit of a painting of people, but this little bit makes people think, whose hands are these hands, and who is she or he waiting for? I guess it's coming, right? Do you cry or laugh when you hug? How was she or him feeling at this time?

A simple painting takes away the viewer's heart.

This kind of painting is a painting, it is not something that can be read at a glance, a painting is just a window, and behind this window is a world.

But that's just my personal understanding, and I've never painted anything like this myself.

Because I have never been able to meet a window that will allow me to open a world.

I didn't know where in the city there was a beautiful view, so I chose to take a trip.

Although it is a bus......

It's still early, and I'm still very young, so it's better to just sit back and forth.

Maybe I won't find anything, but I won't be very tired from sitting like this.

The car roared away.

As you go and go, the sky darkens and the air becomes dull, which I know is a sign of a thunderstorm.

Sure enough, a moment later there was a loud thunder in the sky.

Some of the female passengers in the car were frightened by the thunder.

I was taken aback, too, but not as panicked as the girls.

Although there was an echo, the thunder grew quieter, and the rain followed.

The summer rain comes and goes quickly.

Just two stops away, the light of the sunset returned.

I looked at the sky after the rain had just passed.

Well, I'm sighing from the bottom of my heart.

It's beautiful......

The colors of the rainbow and the colors of dusk blended together, and the air was moist, and the wind blowing in through the windows carried a feeling of freshness.

If it were other painters, they might have painted all these things, but I'm different, no matter how beautiful this picture is, there is no one in it, and you can see everything in it at a glance, which is not what I'm looking for.

Praise but sigh.

The car continued to walk, and I continued to watch.

The road that had just rained was mud and stained with people's green shoes, and as the night approached, the glow was dim, but the lights were getting brighter and brighter.

The water droplets are a world, which reflects the opposite gaze in people's eyes, full of rainbows, chaotic winds, shimmering and whispering, looking at the dreamy but fuzzy.

What is real? What is a fantasy again?

If you look closely, countless water droplets wrapped in light roll on the dust, and for a moment, it is like this world, fluctuating.

The rain had just passed, and some umbrellas had not yet been put away, and they were slowly drifting from a distance with muddy feet.

Or a pair, or two pairs, or even three pairs.

Although the rain and fog obscured the faces of these foot owners, we can still let our imagination go.

There are countless stories hidden in this, there are happy, sad, frustrated people stumbling on the side of the road, and happy people, generally on the bridge, although there is no starlight, but there are also full of rainbows.

Witnessed by countless droplets of water, one bowed down while the other stood on tiptoe.

Well, it's too beautiful, or maybe it's too bright.

This should be a world that is all-encompassing and has everything I envy.

But it's not mine.

There's a window here, but I don't want to go inside.

Pushing it apart is a world, but this world does not belong to me.

So, no matter how beautiful it is, it is still fading away in my mind.

It's not that I don't want to stop it, it's just that the car is too fast.

I could only follow its gaze, circling around the edge of the city.