The black cloud cracked, and there was a scream. Black tears fell one after another with a shout, as if there was nothing between heaven and earth, it was a bleak rain.

"Not tears?"

Fu Heng asked rhetorically in his heart.

He had been trapped in such a dream, locked in this narrow and wide courtyard, where other people could come and go as they pleased, and he was just a spectator. A lonely spectator, watching the rest of the people alone.

It's just a dream, but it's closer to reality than reality.

Countless nights of obsession with such a dream, so tears wet my eyes. He didn't know if it was because of the sadness of the dream, or if it was personal loneliness. It's just that what I got from Huaxu Realm was a vain.

It's hard to imagine that the final scene is an empty courtyard. The crowd dispersed, and he was left alone. Slowly, the rain gradually obscured his vision, and the long-lost sadness came again.

There was a slight pain in my heart, but no one listened. Until the dream fades away, and everything goes blank. He woke up with tears still dry. A moment of slumber is like a ten-year cold autumn, and the frost and snow that cannot be melted have condensed several layers of cold dew.

"Are you alright?" The slender young man in front of him asked. His eyes are like clear shallows, but they hide a thousand secrets.

Fu Heng blinked a few times and slowly observed the surrounding environment.

It was an extremely secluded forest that he had never seen before. There were only a few sounds of birds in the forest, and there was no other sound. He never seemed to be here, so who brought him here?

Fu Heng asked vigilantly, "Who are you?" ”

"Rong Min."

He had never heard the name.

Fu Heng looked at Rong Min, this young man was white and delicate, but he was also unexpectedly weak and delicate. But the other party didn't seem to like his kind of pity and ignored it.

"See the man on the spider's web? He only came a day before you, but he didn't listen to people, and shuttled through the forest alone, so he became food for spiders. He said nonchalantly, as if life didn't matter.

Fu Heng's pupils shrank suddenly, and his surroundings were covered with cobwebs, and there were people bound to them. They were all staring blank, lying blankly on the webs.

Rong Min shrugged his shoulders and suddenly smiled, "Don't worry, we're just in a dream." ”

Or fall into a hallucination.

"In a dream?" Fu Heng asked rhetorically.

Rong Min smiled, "Yes, in a dream." He paused for a moment and continued: "You will soon wake up, and then you will fall into the abyss like me. ”

Fu Heng asked in shock: "You, who are you?" ”

Unexpectedly, he asked, "What about you, who are you?" Why are you here? ”

Fu Heng was speechless, he is Fu Heng Yes, but who is Fu Heng? The question he had been struggling with was broken by this young man who met in Pingshui. How did he find out what was going on in his mind?

He pulled him up, and the trees around him disappeared in an instant. They floated up, and beneath their feet was an abyss.

"This kind of encounter is really abrupt, but it is also a reasonable thing." Suddenly, his voice stretched out long, like the breath of a ghost in the night rain.

It was really a hasty first encounter.

"You deliberately ran into my dreams?" Fu Heng asked.

"No, I didn't, but you've already made your choice, and I can only 'meet by this.'" His eyes were inexplicably empty.

Choose? When did he make his choice, Rong Min's words were in a fog and confused. "I ......"

Rong Min lowered his eyes, "I hope you don't regret that decision you made." Suddenly, he pushed his hands on his shoulders, and Fu Heng fell into the abyss.

Only a thin sentence was left, "good life is cherished".

Bursts of pain from the fall kept coming from his arm, and Fu Heng woke up suddenly. He clutches the limited-edition Mickey pillow and gets up from the ground.

He glanced at the alarm clock, and he could sleep for a long time at 3:03.

Fu Heng then fell asleep, leaving everything behind.

By the time Fu Heng woke up, it was already noon. This night he slept deeply, without the intrusion of dreams, and everything was fine.

I got up and glanced at the time, and then went to wash.

When I was brushing my teeth, I received a text message: I have got the drawing. Fu Heng had foam in his mouth and replied with a smile: The money will hit your card tomorrow.

He lay down on the bed after washing, "and finally got a picture with a soul." ”

It was not a painting by a famous artist, but it was extraordinarily powerful. According to legend, the painter was a famous man in Huizhou, born in a prestigious family, and had outstanding talents. It's a pity that he was killed by robbers when he was on the road, and this painting fell into the people's hands.

Three months earlier, he had come across the painting by chance in Chicago, and even though it was only a copy, Fu Heng was still attracted by the ethereal and serene nature of the painting. Inexplicably, a wave of madness rose in his heart. He spent half a year searching for authentic works in the United States, but found nothing.

Until that mysterious agent appeared.

He claimed to have access to the painting, and claimed to know the person who had it in his possession. Fu Heng agreed to his request at that time because of his curiosity. The price offered by the agent was neither high nor low, like a fortune teller guessing the ideal number in his mind.

However, he asked him a question repeatedly: "Do you really want it?" ”

Fu Heng's answer every time was: "Yes." ”

He's also half a collector, and everything is to his liking. It's like a gallery in a house with a variety of paintings. There are both celebrities like Winterhardt, as well as unknown clumsies.

Fu Heng got up from his bed and went to the gallery. At first, because the house was empty, the collection was used to fill the gap, and over time, the gallery was formed.

He reserved an entire wall for the nameless painting, believing that within three days, he would be able to make it appear here.

“This is the d your breath and count to ten…… (Song Skyfall)" The bell rang and an unfamiliar number called.

"Hello, are you Mr. Fu Heng?"

The other party had obviously investigated him, but Fu Heng knew nothing about him.

"Yes, may I ask you?" Fu Heng asked rhetorically.

"Wan Xuan," he added, "I was the agent who took the initiative to contact you that day. Wan Xuan directly introduced his identity.

Fu Heng asked again: "Hello, is there something?" ”

Wan Xuan spoke very kindly, "Make an appointment to meet, and I will hand over the painting to you." As for the payout, just hit the card. ”

"Okay," Fu Heng said an address, and then asked, "Is it okay at four o'clock this afternoon?" ”

"Yes," the other party quickly agreed, but he hesitated, "You...... Do you really want it? He said it again.

And Fu Heng's answer was still: "Yes." ”

Listening to Wan Xuan's helpless sigh, he noticed a trace of cattiness, but it may be that he was too careful, so he didn't feel at ease.

Wan Xuan's attitude quickly changed, and he was still amiable: "Okay, I'll be on time." ”