This sea drifter, why did he go in such a hurry, and he didn't even care about closing the drawers.

I turned around and closed the courtyard door to save the wind from blowing, and then went in and put away the paper that was scattered on the ground.

I haven't seen a lot of paintings mysteriously collected by the sea drifting god, some are colored, and some are black and white plain-

I've seen some of them before, such as the story of the cat who overturned the oil bottle he told Xia Xia before, and some laurel trees, yard corners, longbows leaning on the corner, etc., plain and plain quiet, coloring is also colored restrained, and Haipiao doesn't seem to like to use bright and bright colors, which looks sad.

There is also a small volume that is rolled independently, maybe like the story of the cat, maybe it is also a small story?

I unfolded it with great interest, and the first image scared me!

In the painting, there is a man hanging from the beam of the old house, his eyes are bloodshot, his mouth is wide open, his face is distorted and terrifying, his legs are desperately kicking in the air, although it is only a static portrait, I can feel his deep fear in his expression, I can almost hear him screaming in his throat -

The open space under the man was littered with a pile of broken jar-like debris, and I don't know if he kicked it over when he struggled—

This house, this man, how does it remind me of Uncle Black?

I was a little uneasy, so I quickly flipped to the next one, and it was still this scene, this man. The man hung his head and hung quietly in the air, saying that hanging was not hanging, because there was support under his feet—how could the small pillar supported under his feet seem to be stacked by many small jars?

There was one more person in this painting than in the previous one, and a man outside the courtyard was crouching in the corner, holding a rope in his hand, quietly watching everything in the courtyard—the other end of the rope seemed to be somewhere leading to the small pillar, and it seemed to be tied.

Flipping through another one, the man on it was not yet hung in mid-air, but lying on the ground, and a vague figure crouched on the side, piled up on the ground with small jars beside him to form a half-man-high pillar, this jar was also strange, there was a hole in the bottom of each jar, and the man used a hemp rope to string these jars together like beads......

My hands began to tremble—

The order of this painting should be reversed, it should be that at the beginning the man was unconscious on the ground, and then someone made a temporary small pillar with a jar of hemp rope, hanging the man's neck in mid-air, and supporting it with this not strong pillar under his feet, and then when the man woke up, the man pulled the hemp rope away vigorously outside, and the man was hung straight in the air!

And this man is Uncle Black, these strange jars are the flower bowls he used to use to grow flowers, those were ordered from the potter when he was young, and there are holes under the flower bowls, in case the water falls too much on rainy days and spoils the flowers and plants-

So, who is the black shadow that hung him up?

I don't dare to think, is it Yan's fault? When did this happen? Why was no one ever told me?!

I frantically searched for whether strange things had happened in those days, there were too many strange things, but if something happened to Uncle Hei, Aunt Cai or Brother Zhuzi would definitely come to us - I can't remember, vaguely seems to have come to look for Brother Zhuzi once, I seemed to be taking a nap at the time, Song Lingjian and Han Sanxiao went in a hurry, but at that time I should have been struggling with the cause of my father's death, so I didn't pay much attention to it.

Fortunately, Uncle Hei didn't have any major incidents, fortunately I had Song Lingjian and Han Sanxiao by my side, Yan did so many things, just wanted Uncle Hei to suffer, and didn't really want his life.

Fortunately, Yan Cuo has lost his way back, and Uncle Hei is just a victim, so Yan Cuo should let go of his hatred for him.

I really don't want to reminisce about these dark pasts, no wonder Hai Piao rolled up these paintings, I took a deep breath, quickly rolled them up and put them in the deepest part of the drawer.

I didn't have the heart to look at the painting in my hand anymore, so I glanced at it cursory—

Huh-this picture--I was stunned-

This style of painting is so weird-

The sky is half red, and the other half is covered with residual clouds, as if some kind of war is going on. Under the sky was a deserted beach, scattered with many broken ships, and in the middle of the wreckage stood a woman, dressed in a strange umbrella-like dress, with a cloth towel wrapped around her head, long hair hanging down behind her with a pale golden light, and the lines of her side face were very similar to those of the sea drifters, with a high nose, deep eyes, and thin lips. She was looking at the boats docked on the beach waving goodbye, and the pair of beautiful green eyes could speak gracefully, and she was parting with tears. There was a huge chest on the deck of the big ship, and several servants were standing on the side carrying the lid, and a man was bending down to hide inside, and he reached out and waved to the woman under the ship—

Is it an escape from war? ——

I looked closer at the paper, trying to get a good look at all the details, and the man had a ring on his index finger—

Isn't this the emblem-like ancient ring in the sea drifting belt?!

The person sitting in the box is a sea drifter?!

I remember when he came, I heard the bandits say, "What boat capsized, did they say that this is the boat?"

Do you remember what happened before the sea drift? A country devastated by war, he left his relatives and friends and loved ones and drifted here with the ship? Who is this woman? His family? Or a lover?

I touched the beautiful side of this woman's face, and I seemed to be able to feel the reluctance and pain in her heart, what kind of mood was she in at that time? Sending a loved one to the ocean with an unknown future, and being on the shore of an uncertain war, may be the last of their lives - why not go with him? Why stay there?

Hai Piao painted her face so meticulously and vividly, did he still miss her in his heart? Where does he come from and what kind of identity does he have? Will he - will he suddenly decide to leave-

No!

I was startled by the sound of "card", and quickly put the drawing paper in my hand on the table.

I heard the sound of the latch on the opposite side of the door lock—

Song Lingjian in the house? Or is she back? Why is there no sound at all?

I immediately turned around and went out, but it was not Song Lingjian who was at the door, and the person was facing the door, and his hand was behind him with the lock ring closed, as if he was coming out from the inside rather than from the outside.

I frowned, I didn't expect to meet him here, and said strangely: "Uncle Hei? How are you? ”

Maybe he didn't guess that there was someone in the courtyard, Uncle Hei was also stunned, coughed lightly, and said hoarsely: "Fei-Fei'er-"

Uncle Hei's face was pale and blue, and his eyes were flushed with sickness, and he knew at a glance that he was in a bad condition.

I didn't care about thinking about that, and quickly greeted him: "Uncle Hei, where have you been these days, I haven't found you when I find everywhere, I'm worried about me, you're okay-"

Uncle Hei took a step back in cringe, refused my support, and said, "Look for me...... It's not worth it. ”

"Are your injuries better? You ran away in a hurry that day, where have you been all these days? Yes? ”

Uncle Hei took a few steps back, leaned against the wall, and said, "Don't ask me, leave me alone!" ”

"I don't care about you, but you have to get cured first-" I paused, suddenly feeling a little strange, "what are you doing here?" Shouldn't you go to the opposite hospital to find me? How did you come to Song Lingjian's yard? Do you think I'm here? You've really met it. ”

Uncle Black didn't answer me, he slowly walked to the middle of the courtyard, sat on the stone bench, and looked at the threshold in distraction.

"It's cold, otherwise go and sit in my small hall for a while, there's a stove there, but it's warm." I think Uncle Black is weird, but we really didn't communicate much when he came back this time, he suffered too much, and he experienced the injury of the yayuan, and it is normal that he has changed a lot.

Uncle Hei clutched his chest and coughed a few times, and asked me in despair, "Why are you here?" Why do you have to be here at this time, this place, here? Why you again? ”

I was a little confused and laughed, "Why can't I be here?" My house lives across the street, it's like half my home, and I spend a lot of time here. ”

Isn't this black uncle talking crazy again?

"The last time I saw your father, it was in this courtyard, it was a summer, your mother was pregnant, and she was resting in this house, and your father was sitting here, and he was afraid that your mother would be hot and hard, so he kept wetting the sun-scorched ground with water, so that the yard could be cooler—" Uncle Hei said, pointing to the threshold.

I frowned, this black uncle is really sick and faint, the last time he saw my father should be on the edge of the cliff sixteen years ago, did he come back halfway to find him? But it's impossible, we've been living in the opposite courtyard since I was born, and this courtyard has long been vacant, so how could my mother sleep in this house? He spoke like he was telling the truth.

"Others are either afraid of me or disgusted with me, only in this courtyard, in front of him, I am like an ordinary person. I remember a while when he said that he wanted to learn a little carpenter's work, and every day he would sit there and draw strange sketches, and he would draw for most of the day, and sometimes he would ask me for my opinion, and I had never done carpentry work, and he would laugh at me if I said something wrong, and he only knew a little bit more than me. He never dictates the origins of others and the path he chooses, as if everyone can be his friend and someone he can trust. When I chose this path, I knew that I would lose all my light and friends, but he was still the same as before, he could pretend that nothing had happened, talk to me about firewood, rice, oil and salt, and talk to me about his plans for hoeing and raising children in the future—I often wonder why he could be so indifferent—" Uncle Black turned his head to look at me and asked me, "I ask you, if you have a friend who has done a lot of bad things, will you still be friends with him as always?" ”

I thought about it for a while and said, "No, my friends are good people and won't do bad things - even if they are, even if they really accidentally do something wrong, they have to give him a chance to change, if a person does something wrong, he has to blame him for leaving him, then he doesn't even have a chance to change, won't it get worse and worse?" You can't be friends like that, can you? ”

The corners of Uncle Hei's mouth hooked into a smile, very bitter, and said: "Maybe only by asking you can I get the answer he may give, but unfortunately I didn't dare to ask at that time, and I will never have a chance to ask again from now on." ”

"Uncle Black, what's wrong with you? Is there anything wrong with you doing the Yayuan papers? How can you lose your light and friends? Dad and Uncle Yan are both good friends of you, as well as Uncle Cai and Aunt Cai, they also take good care of you and treat you as family. ”

Uncle Hei didn't care about me, he tilted his head, pointed to the corner where Song Ling's arrow was basking in the arrow, and babbled: "Right there, we had a fight, and we didn't have any contact after that fight, and I also lost the only friend in this life, my only light." ”