Just like many people intrude into your life, just to teach you a lesson, and then leave, the final ups and downs are only known to you.

Zhou Yu's life is like this. She was a single parent and her mother died very young. Ever since Mom died, Dad has been drinking bad wine all day long. So she was sensible very early. Zhou Yu has been working part-time since high school to make money, and she has loved painting since she was a child, and she has a dream that she can go to university and receive a formal painting education.

It was basically impossible to rely on her father, so she had to find a way to save money by herself. Finally, after graduating from high school, she was admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts. With a shy pocket, she took out all her savings and bought a lot of easels to start a painting class. But after all, she has not graduated from the ivory tower and has not experienced society, she is obviously too naïve. There is nothing wrong with holding a class, but the mistake is that it is in the wrong place.

With little money, she can only rent a slum, even if the teacher's drawing skills are good, who wants to send her precious child to study in the slum full of crime? And children in slums have difficulty going to school, where are parents willing to spend money to let their children learn such useful and useless, in their eyes idle egg pain.

So Zhou Yu lost all his money, and not a single student was called. I can't afford to pay the tuition for the next semester.

However, now Zhou Yu may no longer have a headache for money, and he no longer needs to despair for a miserable and miserable life. She really doesn't need it anymore. Because of her, she is dead.

Dead in your own bed!

The bedrooms in this house are only a few square meters and are only big enough for a single bed and a computer desk. Zhou Yu, a poor student, naturally couldn't afford to buy a computer, and in the last few days of her life, she couldn't even pay the electricity bill, and after the power was cut off by the administrator, she lit a candle for lighting.

Zhou Yu died a miserable death, but it was not like he killed.

The girl lay straight on the bed, her sunken eyes sunken into their sockets. She grew her mouth before she died, and it looked like she was sighing. But no matter how I looked at it, I felt that there was something in that position, as if something was squeezing up the girl's belly and finally crawling out of her mouth.

Zhou Yu was skinny and skinny, already like a dried corpse. I pressed her body a few times with my hand through my clothes, and the girl had very little flesh and fat accumulation except for the skin and bones. You may have not eaten for a long time before you died, and you burned the fat alive.

"Why, why did she die like that." Aunt Xiaogui stammered, "Do you want to call the police?" ”

"Of course, call the police, but wait a minute." Shi Yueying stopped her who was about to call the police with her mobile phone: "Let's look for clues first, after all, the painting that swallowed Niuniu was painted by this woman." And she also drew a room nervously, which made me very scary. This guy must have a serious obsessive-compulsive disorder? ”

"Not bad." I nodded: "When the police come, it's not easy to find clues." ”

After walking a few steps, I looked on the desk in my bedroom, and the layers on top of it were all Zhou Yu's sketches, drawn with cheap homework books. A person's words and drawings can actually see a lot of things. For example, personality, and experience. Zhou Yu's handwriting is very upright, and the painting is also good.

There are more than 20 workbooks, about 600 pages, and each page is filled with practice drawings. It can be seen that she practices very hard and seriously. From her paintings, I can't see the stubborn and extreme side of her character. I only feel her motivation and a heart that loves to paint.

The sketches on the notebook changed from far to near, more than a week ago. There is no longer a kaleidoscopic painting practice, but a cookie-cutter painting of the ancient town on the wall painting. Crazy to paint, keep drawing. So much so that after Zhou Yu finished drawing the homework book at home, he ran out of drawing paper. In the end, I simply drew it on an easel.

I flipped through the practice drawings and frowned slightly.

Is there anything special about this ancient town for her? Or, a week ago, something strange had happened to her? Otherwise, why did Zhou Yu suddenly become paranoid? simply didn't do anything, just painted the ancient town non-stop, didn't eat or sleep, and finally exhausted his life?

I was silent for a long time, and after putting the exercise book away, I continued to search. until I found Zhou Yu's diary.

Some people say that diary keepers are good children because they don't want to forget the past. Even if there is bitterness and spiciness, there is little sweetness. But they can all record it and savor it after all the years of suffering have passed.

Apparently Zhou Yu thought so, she said in her diary that all suffering has a time to pass. At that time, the current tribulation and pain will become a sweet smile at that time.

But Zhou Yu can't wait for the day when he smiles sweetly. Her life was frozen at the age of twenty-one. Her diary recorded a lot of miscellaneous things, and the thick book had already been filled with the imprints of her life.

Her pain, her expectations, her everything. It's all in the diary. the excitement and joy of receiving a university letter; the difficulty of earning tuition; Despair of depleting savings because of bad decisions.

Then, two weeks earlier, the day. She suddenly picked up a photo. A photograph of the ancient town. It was that picture that made her feel like she was crazy.

When Zhou Yu picked up the photo, he simply felt that the photo was very aura and looked special. And there was a feeling of familiarity in that ancient town that reminded her of her hometown. So the girl took the photo home.

After a few more glances at night, I suddenly found that the photos that froze time, and the pictures of the ancient town that stopped at that time, were actually active. Like stagnant water flowing, she seemed to see the signboards and flags of the ancient town being blown by the wind and swaying gently. She seemed to hear the sound of a hawker coming from the shop. She seemed to notice the empty streets of the ancient town, and someone was walking into the picture from outside the blind corner that she couldn't see, and walked past the shops on both sides of the ancient town.

On a second look, it seems that everything is an illusion.

Zhou Yu was scared and wanted to throw away the photo. But the photo that was thrown into the trash that night will appear on my desk the next day. The girl was frightened, picked up a match, and burned the picture. I watched the photo turn to ashes, but after dawn the next day, the photo that should have disappeared into the flames reappeared on the desk.

After repeating this a few times, she tried everything she could, but she couldn't get rid of that photo. Since he couldn't get rid of it, suddenly, Zhou Yu was surprised to find that he inexplicably began to accept the existence of the photo.

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