As soon as I finished painting there, the sky became bad again, and I decided to go back, because if this painting got wet, I wouldn't be able to paint it again.

Now that I've drawn the picture I want to draw, hurry up and go back and scan and upload it, or I'll forget the feeling when it's too late.

So I ran again and got on the bus I was on at the beginning.

On the way back, I still have the back of the girl I just saw in my mind, not that this girl's clothes are beautiful, but I can't forget that artistic conception.

Especially when the girl is holding a fallen leaf in front of her eyes.

I feel like this is the window to the world I've been looking for for a long time.

What's behind this world? Why is she there?

Why did she disappear again?

Is this my dream?

When I was a child, I liked to have some strange dreams, these dreams are strange, and now I can't tell what appeared in those strange dreams, almost no one can remember what their dreams are, unless they are some very special dreams, otherwise after a few hours, everyone will basically forget.

I used to be an ordinary little boy, I like to fantasize, but the dreams I have are stranger than my fantasies, at first I wanted to tell others, but I couldn't say anything, because the content of the dream has been forgotten by me, so I don't know how to say it.

Then I learned a way to remember the things in my dreams, and that was to draw everything in my dreams with a pen. In this way, I gradually got used to drawing, not that my painting skills are so superb that I can show things that ordinary people can't draw, but I often paint, so I can draw ordinary things.

I like to draw some images, just like photography, but unlike photography, mine is painted.

Most of the time photographers do their shots, but I do it purely based on my first impressions. Of course, this doesn't mean how advanced I am, but I paint what I want to paint, not what I want to do.

When the bus arrived at the station, I got off.

Sure enough, I was still the only one in the whole house, and it seemed that I couldn't go back to my room to sleep tonight.

The door to the landlord's house was open below, and I went in to see if there was a bed, but to my disappointment, there was nothing in it, just a lot of clutter.

I had no choice but to go back to the hall, where the door was closed and it was difficult to turn on the air conditioning in the hall with a chair.

Strange to say, although this air conditioner can be manually turned on and off, there is no button that can adjust the temperature. Originally, it was a little cooler because of the rain outside, but in the last few days, the temperature has been too high, and the kang is terrible, and the rain has now been almost completely evaporated.

So I felt very hot before, and I was about to go crazy, but now I turned on the air conditioner, and it was much better, but when I saw the temperature display on the air conditioner, it was 14 degrees!

What the hell is this air conditioner! Isn't the minimum air conditioner in general 16 degrees? How unique is this! Fourteen degrees...... I'd be going to freeze to death, especially now that I'm locked out of the door and can't wear any clothes.

I'm sure I'm going to freeze to death!

After blowing for a while, I couldn't stand the cold, so I struggled to climb on it and turn off the air conditioner.

Instantly I felt the warmth return to my body, and while I was rejoicing in the warmth I had regained, the temperature rose again, reaching a temperature close to 40 degrees, and in an instant I was sweating profusely and my clothes began to get wet.

Why is it so hot, it hasn't been so hot before, how did the temperature rise so fast? This wants my life, right?

I haven't done anything angry, have I? No, I really wanted to do something "angry", but I never had a chance, and I had a chance in the room over there, no, it wasn't an opportunity, because it was just wishful thinking on my own from beginning to end.

When I think about it, I didn't really have the opportunity to do that kind of angry thing when I was a boy. Before college, it was impossible at all, and when I was in junior high school, it was just fun; After college, Jiang Hui and I had some opportunities, but they were all wasted by me, and then there was a strange thing that I would become a woman.

It's so hot, I can't stand it anymore. I felt like I was in an oven, and if I went on like this, I would be cooked in a short time.

I've never felt this hot since I was a kid, and tonight was especially hot.

I don't have a choice, if I don't turn on the air conditioner, I'll die of heat here.

With the last bit of strength, with the spirit of picking chestnuts out of the fire, I climbed on it and turned on the air conditioner.

Then I jumped back under the air conditioner and instantly cooled me out of the heat.

I enjoyed it for a while, but the happy time was always the shortest, and slowly I felt the cold, and I couldn't stand it anymore.

I stood there holding my arms and rubbing hard, it was so cold, I wasn't the kind of system that could resist the cold, I was the kind of slender physique, otherwise others wouldn't always mistake me for a girl, because even the skin was as delicate as a girl, so I was particularly sensitive to changes in temperature.

It was so cold that I wanted to turn off the air conditioner again, but I struggled to think about it.

You have to choose a way to die, right? This air conditioner is quite high, and it takes a lot of effort to climb up every time.

Is it frozen to death or roasted?

This is a question that deserves in-depth study.

If it is cooked, the clothes will be deformed, the people will be deformed, and the meat will deteriorate, especially in the summer, when the temperature is so high, it will deteriorate and insects all of a sudden. It's still so ugly after death, it's not good, if I want to die, I want a better way to die.

In this case, it's much better to be frozen to death, I'm still the perfect me, except that the body is a little hard, it's still no different from the original me, okay, it's decided, I'm too lazy to climb up and turn off the air conditioner.

I was lying on the couch, shivering from the cold, when suddenly I realized something.

Am I stupid? How did he already think that he was dead, and he chose how to die for himself.

I can still be rescued again, don't give up hope, ah, I.

I jumped up from the couch and searched the room for any clothes to cover me.

In the end, God really didn't want me to freeze to death, so I found a few very short socks and stuffed them into my clothes, and I wouldn't have froze to death with them.