This problem is indeed serious!

Damn it!

Why should there be such a law in our country!

Obviously, fourteen-year-old girls are already ghosts than very large adults, so why do you still favor them?

I figured it out, otherwise, it is very likely that the next thing I am going to do will be known by others in the future, and I will be arrested and imprisoned by others, more than three years, with the highest death penalty.

My life has just begun, and I don't want to spend the rest of my life in a prison cell.

"Let's go back." After saying that, I ignored Sydney's eyes and walked to the door of my room in a chic manner.

Then halfway through, I suddenly turned to Sydney, who was still canceling me, and I was about to ask her to be caught off guard, so that she didn't have time to react to my true intentions.

But what I didn't expect was that it was only the next second, and it was really less than two seconds, Sydney suddenly changed from the original ridicule to a bad smile covering her mouth, and then stretched out a finger and shook it at me, and said slowly,

"Big brother can't do it, he'll commit a crime!"

This...... What's wrong with the recent minors? How come you know everything, and let a bad guy like me live with evil intentions?

But Sydney answered me like this, I definitely don't believe it, wait a while to go up and look for it, see if there is an ID card, as long as the ID card is there, then it is really there.

When the time comes, hehe! The hammer of justice will fall from the sky and inflict the harshest punishment on the wicked.

Back in the house, I put the mirror clip on the table in the hall below, and let Sydney study it herself, and my words, hehe, said that I was sleepy and wanted to go up and sleep for a while.

Then I slipped up in a big way, and I locked the door to my room from the inside.

Next......

I immediately searched around, but there was nothing in Sydney's room on my side, and I couldn't find anything, I was pretty sure.

That...... I guess it's in the study.

Without hesitation, push the door and enter.

This study is not big, I slowly searched for it, where are they hidden?

The dress I wore under Sydney was only a small pocket in the front, and I looked at it, and it really didn't contain anything.

The Sydney stuff is definitely in there.

I'm just looking for it, I'm looking for it, I'm trying to find it.

But after searching for a long time, I couldn't find anything relevant.

Not to mention the ID card, I didn't even see a rubber band to tie my hair.

After looking for a pass, it can be regarded as exercise, I sat down on my bed and thought carefully.

Alas......

Actually, I really failed today.

Not a single good thing has happened since I woke up in the morning.

Obviously, I just returned victorious, and today should be a happy celebration feast, but now it has become like this.

I'm a little tired, and I don't feel like I've been busy lately.

My wish is actually very simple, to be able to give me a quiet place, to be able to sit and do my own business when no one is disturbing.

It's that simple, no other ideas.

But what's going on lately? I couldn't help myself at all, I felt like I was no longer myself, but someone else's subordinate.

I'm really just a painter after all.

Drawing by the right?

I was reminded of my own paintings.

I got up and went to the next room, I found my computer, and found the website where I uploaded my work.

Let's see if anyone appreciates my paintings.

In fact, it doesn't matter if no one appreciates them, as long as they are there.

Artists are all self-explanatory.

But...... Looks like my drawings are fine!

How many people watch it?

I flipped through the comments at the bottom of my paintings, and there were quite a few of them, although many of them were asking me whether I was male or female, but the others were still positive about my paintings.

So it's here!

Yes, I think it's okay.

It turns out that my luck and mood for the whole day today have come here.

Yes, these are my works, they are all slowly drawn by me, and they are all my sudden feelings, but they are all my children.

I'm very happy that the kids are very popular now, and really, I'm so excited that I'm almost crying with joy.

But fortunately, I controlled my mood, otherwise it would be bad for a good man to inexplicably turn his eyes red here, and it would be bad to be ridiculed by Sydney when he went out.

That's right!

What do I care about the most, the one I just painted recently?

I quickly flipped through my homepage and found my painting inside. I think the artistic conception is too high, so this painting is surprisingly not very popular, and it is ranked in the bottom three of all my works.

I was upset, a little incomprehensible, and a little angry. What's wrong with the people in this world? Good works are not appreciated, and as a result, those paintings that have nothing to show for themselves and only have bright colors are very popular.

Although there is a loss, but it won't be too long, after all, they are all my children, since there is a comparison, there will be before and after, I feel that I am very selfish, why not fight for my last work?

Without thinking about it anymore, I looked at the work I cared about the most, and said that it was not very popular, but in fact, there was still a comment at the bottom, but not much.

I flipped through it slowly, yes, as long as I left a comment, they are saying that my painting is far-reaching, the realm is profound, and they are all praising it, but there are also a few who say what this is.

I read it and understood it, but these people can't understand all the feelings, they're just talking about false things.

There are too few people in the world who have reached my level, right?

Oh, I'm embarrassed to say that, my face is red, but I'm telling the truth, I'm telling the truth, I'm absolutely 100% blushing because I'm a little ashamed of my inself-humility.

However, at this time, all of a sudden, my picture of a girl under the moon receiving leaves came to comment on my "Moon Leaves".

"Quite a feeling, a poem:

He wakes up drunk with the sun and the moon, and helps the wind without dissipating his sorrows. I asked the wind blower, but the sycamore was still the same. Sigh? Sigh? It should be the tree red.

Kick down the ladder, get up and straighten your slender hands, show the thick grass and thin, and sweat and light sleeves. There is also the wind, and there is a shadow under the clouds, and the hand is slightly raised. Leaning on the dream to listen to it, but turning the people away.

By: Spirit. ”

Good words! However, this ......

How can this say more things than my Central China affairs, this is clear...... That's all there was to it at the time!

Wrong! That's all there is to it, it's more than I know.

This is clearly the self-description of the person in the painting?

The self-description of the person in the painting?

Wait a minute! Who is this spirit?