The flowers bloomed several times again.

Gradually, I no longer go to count the moon season in front of the studio, how many rounds have been opened, and how many times have I withered, just quietly waiting for Sheng Hexuan's next arrival.

A dream will always come to an end, I guess it is about the age when Ye Dingxi took us to visit the Xu Mansion and met that Mrs. Xu, so as long as we wait patiently, we can find a way to leave at that time.

Outside the painting, the sky is clear and the white clouds are leisurely.

The wind blows between the petals of the flowers, and it does not bring a trace of fragrance.

I lay on the floor, my head resting on my arms, bored and staring at the clouds in the sky in a daze, looking at it, suddenly a black shadow seemed to appear out of thin air, so frightened that my heart trembled, jumped on the spot, and almost screamed.

"Sheng Hexuan?!"

Isn't the woman standing outside the studio, described as withered and skinny, the owner of the dream that I look forward to day and night!

It's just, how did she become this ghost?

Sheng Hexuan in front of me, her cheeks are sunken, her cheekbones are high and protruding, and her eyes are gray and gray, as if there is no trace of brilliance, although she is wearing a loose beige cotton and linen long-sleeved trousers, but it is obvious that she can see that her body is thin like only a skeleton left, if you want to say that this woman will die soon, then I am also convinced.

Behind her, followed by two servants, carrying a new screen and walking in, without waiting for Sheng Hexuan's instructions, he put a three-fold plain white screen in the studio, which happened to be the position of the previous screen, and it was exactly the same.

In addition, there is a girl who comes here every day to clean and walks in with a large tray full of porcelain plates with white backgrounds, watercolor paints of various colors and painting tools.

"Just put it on the ground, and I'll do the rest myself." ”

Sheng Hexuan opened her mouth, but her voice was strangely terrifying, hoarse, rough, as if someone had forced a handful of coarse sand into her throat, and every word was very difficult, dry, and harsh to hear.

All the servants left, Sheng Hexuan walked into the studio, turned around and slowly closed the sliding wooden door that had not been closed for a long time.

The room suddenly became gloomy, but she didn't mean to turn on the lights, just knelt on the ground

She carefully placed the painting utensils, and her movements were very light and slow, as if she were completing a pious ritual......

Rite?!

A picture popped into my mind.

It was the first time I came to the dream world, hiding under the porch and peeking at Sheng Hexuan's painting, and she was also as she is now, focusing and meticulously doing every movement, and then ......

I turned my head to look over, and Sheng Hexuan was already kneeling upright facing the screen, his eyes slightly closed, motionless as if in a fixed position.

What the hell is going on?

I looked at her in confusion, and ten thousand question marks came to my mind bumping into each other but I couldn't answer them.

Why does Sheng Hexuan, who has returned home, look like the living dead? What about the baby in her womb? She didn't say that she would never be separated from her child, does that mean ...... The child is gone?!

Also, why did she have to start painting again?

Before I could figure out anything, Sheng Hexuan had already prostrate herself and began to make a gesture of worship, over and over again, and finally after completing this pre-painting ritual, she did not walk towards the screen with her paintbrush as she had seen last time.

"That guy used to tell me ......"

Sheng Hexuan's hoarse voice broke the eerie silence in the studio.

"If I keep drawing, it may bring me miracles in this world, but it may also bring unimaginable bad luck, and now I really want to know how terrible it will be. ”

As she spoke, she pulled a knife out of her sleeve and stabbed her in the arm!

......

Tick, tick.

The red and piercing blood slowly dripped into the pure white and flawless shallow porcelain bowl.

I knelt in front of Sheng Hexuan, stared at the scar between her left wrist with wide eyes, this knife stabbed down, mercilessly, as if she could no longer feel the pain, the wound was deep to the bone, and the blood was gushing quickly, but her face was only numb, and she didn't even frown.

This woman is really crazy!

At that moment, I thought she was trying to do it

killed, almost rushed over desperately, trying to stop her, after all, if she died in a dream, I would have to be buried with her.

A bowl of blood quickly dripped full, Sheng Hexuan casually picked up the silk cloth in his hand and pressed the wound, and after waiting for a while, he wrapped the cloth around his arm twice and tied it indiscriminately, the blood seeped out from the cloth, she didn't care, holding the bowl, holding a paintbrush and walking to the screen.

Different from the past, she writes quickly, and the outline of each line has an irreversible momentum.

There were two deep folds between her eyebrows, her eyes were as cold as a sharp edge, her pale thin lips were pursed, and in a few moments thin beads of sweat appeared from her forehead.

On the screen, there was soon the prototype of a blood-colored divine beast.

In the small bowl held by Sheng Hexuan in her left hand, the blood had been exhausted, and she stopped writing, and let out a deep breath, but when she took two steps back and looked at her work, she showed a look of extreme dissatisfaction and even some disgust.

I had been standing beside her, and I had been carefully studying the painting, and it had been a long time since I had not used my pen, and it was indeed not as aura as I had seen on the canvas before, and because it was painted with blood, it looked very strange.

Sheng Hexuan was not satisfied, she expressed her dissatisfaction with practical actions, directly loosened the lock that fixed the canvas, and then picked up the white cloth that fell to the ground and walked out of the room before it had time to dry.

In the small courtyard, I don't know when, it rained a drizzle.

The blue sky, which was bright and clear just now, has now become gloomy, and the rain is as thin as a cow's hair, and when it falls on the hair, it is like a layer of spider webs.

I chased after her, watching Sheng Hexuan throw the canvas down casually, and I didn't know what she wanted to do, and when she came out of another room, I saw that she had gone to find a lighter.

Sheng Hexuan lit the red and white silk cloth, and then threw it on the ground under the eaves before it had time to be wet by the rain, the orange-red fire slowly ignited, and a cold wind blew, I seemed to smell the smell of blood in the air.

The firelight turned over and overturned, becoming more and more vigorous, and the light was reflected in Sheng Hexuan's pupils, and she stared blankly.

The corners of his mouth slowly hooked up a hint of curvature......