"Ma'am, I need no thanks. ”

After Xu Zecheng finished speaking, he turned around and was about to go out, but he stopped after walking two steps, turned around and asked: "There is no servant here in the Sheng family, what does Madam want to eat tomorrow, my cooking skills are not very good, I hope it will be simpler." ”

It's rare to see a child who is so self-aware and dares to speak out!

I suddenly had a good impression of the thin big boy in front of me, after coming to this dream, I have seen a lot of things, and I haven't seen a bite of food, and I don't know what level of craftsmanship Xu Zecheng is, will it be ......

"I'm only a vegetarian, I don't like to eat hot, fresh raw food is best. Sheng and Xuan said.

Hearing this, I suddenly had a complicated feeling of gnawing hot shit, no wonder...... When we went to visit the Xu family's old house, Xu Zecheng would entertain us with a table of fresh fruits and vegetables, and this was the pinnacle of his cooking skills!

"Good. ”

Xu Zecheng turned around and left as if relieved.

......

For the next few days, Sheng Hexuan stuffed himself in the studio, forgetting his time and concentrating on painting.

Only in the morning and evening, she will come out, and she will not go to the front hall, so she and Xu Zecheng will sit under the porch and simply eat some fresh fruits and vegetables to satisfy their hunger.

Let's eat meat, I'm also a female ghost who hasn't seen meat in 'a few years', and I can't quench my thirst?!

"Madam, the second uncle called yesterday and said that he must see you waiting for him at home this afternoon. Xu Zecheng looked at the bright moon season in the yard and said.

"Good. ”

Sheng He spat a voice between his lips, didn't ask anything, and didn't have any emotion.

Later, after they ate, they really disappeared quietly, leaving me as a female ghost guarding this empty Sheng family, and what is even more infuriating is that I can't go anywhere except for this small world in the backyard!

Ay.

I sat down under the porch and looked back at the screen in the studio.

This time, Sheng Hexuan painted not a divine beast and spirit beast that I had seen, but ...... Dream Eater Tapir.

Dreams, moving slowly on the track of time, impartial, unbiased.

Although there is only a very vague outline on the plain white silk, with that round body and long nose, I know that this is the most important painting to change the fate of Sheng Hexuan in this life.

I once guessed what kind of magic she used to summon monsters like the Dream Eater Tapir.

Unexpectedly, it was an obsession, from the obsession of a woman who had the potential to become a painting spirit, but was immersed in the whirlpool of fate and gradually degenerated.

As soon as she finishes the painting, the Dream Eater Tapir is called

Call it out, and I'll know about what happens next, and it won't be long before this dream is over.

When I was in the Xu family's old house, because I had never learned about Mrs. Xu's past, I was once convinced that she couldn't extricate her love for Xu Yayun, even if her husband cheated, Sheng Hexuan only let the Dream Eater take revenge on his mistresses, and did not do anything to the initiator.

But now I realize that I couldn't have been more wrong.

Xu Yayun didn't die, not because of Sheng Hexuan's love and unbearability, but because she hadn't returned to him the injustice and abuse she had suffered over the years.

Liberation, is something that Sheng Hexuan can't do in this life, something she can't reach, why let that devil get it?

To hell, then two of them together.

......

After a few more flowers blooming and falling, Sheng Hexuan finally returned.

Xu Zecheng also pushed the wheelchair behind her until he sent her into the studio, and then retreated very lightly.

This time, there were still bruises in the corners of Sheng Hexuan's eyes that had not yet dissipated, and the corners of her mouth seemed to have a bloody mouth open, blocked by the dried blood scabs between the gaps, as if a few fine red sand were stuffed in.

Domestic violence?!

As a bystander, I can't be indifferent, a scum like Xu Yayun can still live well, where is Lao Cui going to take a nap!

But on the other hand, Sheng Hexuan had a calm face, as if he had lost the instinct to perceive pain, his fingers gently brushed from the corners of his mouth, and only a numbness remained on his face.

This time, she stayed at Sheng's house for a few days.

I even began to speculate that the reason why she was able to return to her mother's house was because of a severe beating, Xu Yayun ruined her family, why did she force this woman who had nothing to be her wife?

Would he rather raise an eighteenth-tier starlet outside than let go of a poor woman who can only move with the help of a wheelchair for the rest of her life because she is crippled?

Thinking about it, my fists clenched unconsciously again, he meowed, don't let me see Xu Yayun, otherwise it doesn't matter if he is in a dream or not, I will beat him thirty times first!

A few days later, Sheng and Xuan left again.

The screen left in the studio has a new change, the outline of the dream tapir has become clear, after many details of the lines have been filled, its body has become more and more realistic, even a few brushstrokes, can make people feel that this guy is slowly waking up, as if it will not be long before it will jump out of this screen.

What's even weirder is that I obviously feel the demonic aura coming from the screen, with a gust of light breeze blowing, faint, exclusive to the dream-eating tapir!

Later, time went faster, in January, I was in a daze in the studio, half a year, it was just me walking around the yard a few times, then going to the bath to soak my feet, to the garden to flutter a butterfly, a year passed quietly, never stayed.

The number of times Sheng and Xuan came and went to her mother's house was always uncertain, but she didn't seem to have been injured again, and she didn't know what happened to Xu's house, I guess, maybe Xu Yayun lost interest in torturing his wife.

It was about the fifth year that the demon beast on the screen was finally completed.

On this day, the weather was gloomy, and the dark clouds gathered over the Sheng family, as if a devil's claw would stretch out from the thick clouds at any time and crush this small courtyard.

When Xu Zecheng came to deliver dinner, he saw Sheng Hexuan sitting motionless in front of the screen.

"Ma'am?"

He tried to scream, but he didn't hear an answer.

At that time, I was standing by the window, just like I stood when I first entered the dream, and from this angle, I saw the monster on the screen, which was very clear.

The dream-eating tapir was finished, with a round body, skin covered with rough scales, a long nose and pillar-like limbs, and a pair of eyes that were full of red light, filled with blood......

(End of chapter)