Even if I was forced to stay in this interrogation room with him, it didn't mean that I was willing to be so affectionately equated with him in my arms, and my eyebrows frowned and reached out to push him, but the hand that seemed to be casually placed on my waist was clasped so tightly that his head would automatically stick to it when it slid out of my shoulder. Makes me wonder if he's asleep or awake?

stared at his arm resting on his waist in frustration, and suddenly thought that it was this arm that was dragged away by an external force in the nightmare just now? At the same time, a voice in my heart asked: Is it really just a nightmare?

There have been such strange images more than once, and in Mr. Wu's house, especially on the balcony, I seem to be able to feel Mr. Wu's last moment of sorrow and the little girl's fear; This time it was even more outrageous, just looking at a few photos of the scene, I seemed to be able to imagine the scene before Xiuping's death.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look sideways slightly, staring at the beautiful chin with a nearby arc. A few hours ago, when I told him what he really felt, he said, "God created man justly, and the foolish have merit." Then he said that the painter relied on a rich imagination, and intended to satirize me as a whimsical fabrication.

Is it really because I can draw, whimsically substitute myself into the emotions of those people, and thus produce these nightmarish visions?

Eyes moved to the face where only the chin remained in the line of sight, and some cyan stubble came out, surrounded by a pure male scent, and there seemed to be a faint smell of perfume. If I haven't studied this aspect, I can't name it. I wondered, I only knew each other for a few days, how could I be "sticky" with this person?

I still remember that day......

I had just received an order to make promotional illustrations for a stage play, and I was still thinking about them when I leaned on the elevator after work from the gallery. After arriving at the floor, he absentmindedly took out the key and was about to open the door, when he heard the "click" sound of the neighbor's house, and reflexively looked sideways, and saw that the door was opened from the inside, and then a black similar garbage bag was thrown out of the door.

Suddenly I remembered something that I had almost forgotten.

A week ago, my landlady knocked on my door and said that her unsuccessful son had violated school rules by studying abroad and had been ordered to drop out of school. The specific reason was not elaborated, only vaguely mentioning that he had an injury to his foot and was unable to move. The people came back and hadn't settled down yet, and there was an accident in the factory in their hometown, and the couple had to rush back together to deal with it.

So he came to ask me to take more care of my son who kept here to recuperate.

In the past two days, I have been working in the gallery at night, and I have come back late, and I don't know when this guy will come.

Needless to say, the landlady was a rich man. There are two 120-square-meter houses on this floor, both owned by the landlady, including the storefront of one of my galleries downstairs.

Seeing that the door was closing, he opened his mouth and called: "Hey......" Thinking that it was wrong, he hurriedly shouted again: "That...... Mr. Gao, wait a minute! "I vaguely remember that the landlord's surname is Gao, and I have met him once, and he is a very rich and gentle middle-aged man.

Finally, before I strode forward, the door that was closing stopped.

In the gap of only 20 centimeters, the wheels of what appeared to be a wheelchair were exposed, and a black trouser leg was wearing cashmere slippers, but the face could not be seen. Slightly embarrassed, he said to the door panel: "Mr. Gao, your mother, that is, my landlord, please ask me to take care of you before leaving H City." If you need help with any difficulties, please let me go. ”

Accepting the landlord's trust, saying hello is a must. Moreover, it seems that he is indeed unable to move, and there should be a lot of places to help. But my polite inquiry was like a pebble thrown into a lake, without even rippling, and after a few seconds of silence, the door slammed shut......

I touched my nose, apparently rejected by the other party.

I turned around sullenly, and before I could take a step, I heard the sound of the door opening behind me, and I said in a calm tone: "I'm hungry." ”<