As soon as I crossed the line, I suddenly saw him stand up, because the window in front of the table was and he couldn't go any further, so I always thought that he would turn around and walk this way. But I watched him cross the table and shadow through the window!

This is not the most peculiar, what is even more bizarre is that after his body passed through the window, he appeared out of thin air in the right corner of the wall after a few moments. He still tilted his head with his back to him, as if he was looking at something, and he didn't mean to go back to the table for a while. If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't get closer, I would have liked to go over and see what he was looking at on the wall.

But there was no chance, and as my consciousness quickly withdrew, the image in front of me gradually blurred, and I knew that I was about to really wake up.

When my consciousness returned to my mind, I wondered: every time I dreamed in the past, I felt like I was there, and I didn't know that I was dreaming, why was I looking at my dream so calmly and from the perspective of a bystander this time?

The answer, of course, is incomprehensible.

It took half a minute to open my eyes and stare at the gray beams before I woke up with a smile, who said that dreams must be fake? Am I really in that house?

It's just that instead of a plank bed, I'm lying on ...... His head rested on Gu Xi's lap, and his body lay on the ground.

There was light because Gu Xi had put the flashlight on the ground, and he was sitting in the corner with his eyes closed, one leg arched above my head, and one leg flat for me to pill under my head. Listening to his even breath and his chest heaving evenly, he should be asleep. I didn't dare to move, for fear that if he was as sharp as he was, he would wake up as soon as I moved. I saw that the dark shadow under his eyes was getting deeper and deeper, and he hadn't slept for three days.

The dull distress is unfamiliar, especially when I see the blue stubble growing on his chin, although it does not damage his handsomeness, but it has a sense of decadent vicissitudes. For him, he probably had never experienced this kind of environment.

is the pride of the sky, whether it is in Pingcheng or the imperial capital, he is a character who turns his hands into clouds and covers his hands for rain. What was it that he was so desperate to find? If you want to think about it for me, you feel panicked on your face, and you still don't spend this brain cell to entangle these.

People can't move but their eyes can move, and when they caught a glimpse of the gray wall above Gu Xi's head, he suddenly felt a shock in his heart, this angle ...... I scanned the surroundings out of the corner of my eye, and suddenly I understood the reason for the strange scene in my dream.

Because Gu Xi had already analyzed it for me before, the scene in the painting was not consistent with the layout of this room, and what was presented in the painting was only a scene projected on the black light ore mirror on the top. So the table is in the middle of the room, and the window through which the man in the dream passes is also a virtual image, and the real direction he is going in is...... This is where Gu Xi and I are.

I couldn't get close in my dreams just now to see what the man was looking at while standing with his back to him, but now I can see quietly when I come back to reality. There is nothing special about the gray wall, it is just a gray wall, which may have been mottled and peeled off due to dampness, so it looks gray.

But the longer I looked at the gray wall, just like I had told Gu Xi before, the more I saw, and I gradually became engrossed, and I didn't even notice the pair of eyes that were close at hand.

So when a voice got into my ears, I didn't react: "What are you looking at?" ”

"I'm looking at this wall."

"What's wrong with this wall?"

"It'...... It's special. Looking at the stains piece by piece, it looks like the wall has fallen off with moisture, but in fact they are not. ”

"Because of what?"

I like the voice, every time it asks a question that makes me want to talk about it. Still looking up at such an angle, he bent the corners of his mouth lightly and said, "They were artificially picked off!" It looks like it's casual, but it's actually hiding something deep inside. This really is the most ... ......I couldn't find the words to describe it, and I was interrupted by the voice: "What is hidden on the wall?" ”

I was stunned, my eyes turned down, and then I realized that the person who had just spoken to me was Gu Xi.

When I just woke up, I found that I didn't feel anything when my head was resting on his lap, but at this time, my eyes couldn't help but be red compared to my face, and those dark eyes were more like ancient wells and ponds, with a magic to suck me in.

Hurriedly sat up with his hands propped up, avoiding his gaze and not daring to look at him, and asked in a low voice, "How did we get here?" ”

"You forgot?"

I was stunned when he asked, I was trying to cover up the casual question, but suddenly I remembered that we were under the walls before. Ignoring the shyness just now, he turned his head in astonishment and asked, "How did we come to this house from the city wall?" Why am I not impressed at all? ”

He stared at me for a moment, "Do you remember what happened at the wall?" ”

"Of course I remember, you and I discovered the secret of the wall, and then you asked me to look through those holes, and then I saw ......"

Gu Xi's eyes flashed, and when he saw me, he paused and asked, "What did you see?" ”

Little by little, my eyes moved from his face to the wall, and the next moment, I raised my hand, pointed and said, "I saw it." ”

Gu Xi got up from the ground and dragged me up to face the wall, looked at me for a moment and asked, "What the hell is on this wall?" ”

"Paint." I gave him a one-word answer, and if it hadn't been for the upward angle I had just looked up, I probably wouldn't have noticed it, and because of the difficulty of my mind, I forgot what had happened in front of the city wall for a while, so I didn't think about it that way. Only then did I realize that the hidden painting on the gray wall was one of the paintings I saw when I looked through the holes.

It is the spectacular scene of the black-robed man standing on his own and the rest of the people bowing their heads to worship.

There are two principles in the city wall, one is that the pictures themselves are made up of fine holes, and the other is that the inner layer of the thin holes hides the paintings. Either way, it's all about the craft. The painting on this gray wall is so ingenious that it originally resembles a watermark on the wall, and then the painter pulls out its corrugated bones, but hides its shape.

The first thing that comes to my mind is the pen pal feather, because it is similar to the technique of hiding fragments in the painting.

After listening to what I said, Gu Xi's eyes became dark as water, and he only asked, "Can you copy this painting?" "I know he can't see the paintings on the wall, so copying is not a problem, but where is the brush?

The house was very clean, and the only cabinets and table drawers were empty, and it was very likely that they were all taken away by Xie Xiaoqin and preserved. I saw Gu Xi turn around and walk out of the house, and when he came back soon, he plucked some crystal orchid flowers in his hand, "Can you draw with this?" I fixed my gaze, smiled and nodded.

Since pen pals can be painted with watermarks, I just want to present the paintings on the basis of him, and it is naturally feasible to turn the flower juice into ink.

Unlike other flowers, the crystal orchid has no stems and leaves, and it is pure and transparent, and has no pigment at all. Even if I squeeze it all over my hands with sap, holding it on the wall is like water, except that it has a luster that water doesn't have.

Once I started drawing, I was very focused, so when my hand was dry, I would reach to the side, and then Gu Xi would hand over a few flowers that were kneaded into juice in my hand. I don't know how many times I repeated this motion, but finally I finished the painting on the wall. I didn't need to remind Gu Xi to shine a flashlight on the wall, and it was only then that I discovered the beauty of the crystal orchid. In fact, under the light, the portrait painted with its juice is fluorescent, bright but dark, with a hint of weirdness.

Gu Xi stared intently at the paintings on the wall, not letting go of every inch. Then he made another request: "Draw all the scenes you see in the holes in the walls, not so detailed, as long as you can approximately, and use the rest of the walls here as canvases." ”

Then I felt as if I was in the scene again, a member of the ship, and there were a lot of people in the middle of it, and I could only depict the black-robed man. Looking at me, I found that the brush in my hand couldn't paint one-third of his bearing, like his shape but without his god, how could he not have that sense of domineering leak detection in the world. And then to the man who painted the bow of the ship, his back gives people a kind of literary atmosphere, and when he looks back... I paused, and when he looked back...... Why can't I portray him?

Some things seem to have been sunk to an unknown place to be searched nowhere, and I have obviously seen him turn around, and I was shocked by his appearance at that time...... I remembered, and the sense of being there ended here, and then it was as if my consciousness had gone black. Then I had a peaceful dream and woke up here.

Returning to reality, as soon as he turned his head, he saw Gu Xi standing three meters away staring at the wall. But when I looked around, I found that almost all the walls in this room were covered with my paintings, and the light was shining brightly everywhere, and the scenes came to life on the walls. Even if the rendering without color is less grandiose, it almost completes the scene.

When Gu Xi slowly walked to my side, his eyes did not take his eyes off the wall, he pointed to the middle and asked, "What about that person's face?" ”

I followed his finger and looked at the man at the bow of the ship that had just stunned me and returned from the unreal, and I had drawn only his silhouette, but his face. I shook my head and replied honestly: "I can't draw it, I can depict it on other people, but only in his case... No impression. Or rather, forgetting. I still vividly remember that the person standing in front of the city wall had a very strong impact on me when he turned around, and maybe even caused me to ......