The background of the picture is a rough black line, and in the bright hall against the black background, there are rows of metal cabinets, each row of metal cabinets is divided into three layers, and each floor has a square and independent door.

One of the square doors had been opened, and from the inside came a rectangular drawer, on which sat a man with no facial features.

Isn't this painting the way he just woke up from the morgue, Zhang Yi's hands trembled a little, he pressed open the clip and pulled out the painting, only to find that there were two more below.

However, Zhang Yi was surprised by the second painting, which showed a window with a large locust tree outside it, and under the big locust tree stood a figure dressed in black.

This painting is supposed to be a realistic dream at home, no, it shouldn't be a dream, it's a real ghost.

Zhang Yi looked at it again and found that there was another painting in his hand, and he felt that these paintings seemed to record what happened to him, so what should be next.

However, he was disappointed when he looked at the last picture, which was of a myna bird, but this starling bird was a little special, unlike other starlings that were all black, but had a tuft of white feathers on top of its head.

"Who painted these paintings?"

"Teacher, you painted this painting."

Zhang Yi turned around and found Huang Ling standing silently behind him with his schoolbag on his back, which startled him.

"I drew it?"

Huang Ling looked puzzled, she looked at Zhang Yi with a pair of big eyes, and there seemed to be a little strangeness in her eyes.

"Yes, you painted it, this easel is yours, these paintings were painted before you got sick, that is, twenty days ago, have you forgotten them all?"

It was 20 days ago, Zhang Yi felt that his brain was in chaos, because he clearly remembered that the doctors on the footboard said that he had been dead for about 20 days, that is, around May 1.

But now all the people who knew her told her that she had registered her marriage that day, and was painting these strange paintings in the studio, and she was so busy.

Zhang Yi instantly felt very tired, he stroked the hair on his forehead fiercely, and pressed Huang Ling with a pair of tired eyes.

"Do you remember when the teacher got sick and didn't come?"

"May 1st"

Huang Ling said in an affirmative tone, and after speaking, she took down a painting of herself and handed it to Zhang Yi.

"Teacher, you see, this is the last time I drew when you were sick, and it has the date I wrote on it."

Zhang Yi took the painting, only to see two lines of words written faintly in pencil in the lower right corner of the painting.

"Huang Ling"

“2018.5.1”

"Also, I remember very clearly, it was Labor Day, and it was supposed to be a holiday, but because two students took the professional course exam of the Academy of Fine Arts on May 5, you stayed here for a day without a holiday, and the painting was also painted by you that day, and you got sick the next day and never came back again."

He died on May 1, registered his marriage with Li Xiaoya on May 1, and painted in the studio for a whole day on May 1.

Could it be that he is a superman and can be a doppelganger, there must be someone lying in this, it is Huang Ling, Li Xiaoya or the doctor in the hospital.

But what is the purpose of their lies, and what good is it for them to do everything.

Zhang Yi suddenly felt as if his head was about to explode, and more and more mysteries were spreading in his brain like a malignant brain tumor, spreading wantonly, filling his entire brain.

He eventually crouched down with his head in his hands, burying his head between his hands, looking extremely painful.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

Huang Ling looked at Zhang Yi anxiously, a little at a loss.

Zhang Yi didn't answer in time, he covered his face with his hands and rubbed it up and down twice.

"Huang Ling, it's getting dark, go back quickly."

"Then I'll go, teacher, it's really okay for you!" Huang Ling looked at Zhang Yi and looked a little uneasy.

"It's okay, let's go."

Huang Ling waved her hand to Zhang Yi and turned around and walked towards the door, but when she reached the door, he suddenly stopped, and then she slowly turned around.

"Teacher, I originally wanted to tell you one thing yes, but I didn't dare to say it when I saw that you seemed to be a little uncomfortable, but I didn't say that I was uncomfortable."

"It's okay, you can say it." Zhang Yi took a few steps forward and looked at Huang Ling with a gentle gaze.

"Teacher, from tomorrow onwards, there are only three students in my studio, and the other four are no longer studying, I went to persuade them, but it didn't work, they went to other studios during your illness."

Huang Ling lowered her head like a child who had made a mistake, not daring to look at Zhang Yi's face.

Zhang Yi smiled, and he gently patted Huang Ling's shoulder.

"It's okay, thank you for helping the teacher."

"Will you close the studio? Teacher, I still want to learn, I don't want to leave you. ”

Huang Ling's cheeks became red, her head was very low, her hands drooped unnaturally, and her fingers kept scratching the pants on her knees.

"No, don't worry, there will be new students when they leave, as long as there is a student studio, it will exist."

Huang Ling raised her head suddenly, and a smile immediately bloomed on her face, she bowed to Zhang Yi and shouted goodbye, and then jumped out of the studio.

Looking at Huang Ling in the distance, he sighed deeply, he felt that his life was not only a failure, but also confused and ignorant.

But there are also things that make him happy, such as Li Xiaoya, who orders takeout for himself and cares about him, and Fa Xiao, who treats him as a brother, and Huang Ling, a student who is reluctant to leave him.

In fact, life is like this, a bumpy road. You walk on it, sometimes it's flat, sometimes it's steep, but you have to get over it.

Suddenly, Zhang Yi saw a familiar figure running towards him from a distance through the glass door.

This figure is dressed sexily but has messy hair, looks very flustered, and looks behind him while running.

"Isn't this Li Xiaoya?"

Zhang Yi felt that something was wrong, and he immediately grabbed the door and walked towards Li Xiaoya, who was a hundred meters away.

At the same time, a figure quickly rushed behind Li Xiaoya.