PS: I'm sorry, I'm late, because I'm in a bad mood because of the problem of admitting to the school

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There is a painting called "The World of Dior".

The author is the medieval Italian writer Bill Soladolclough.

When his wife betrayed him and thought he was unknown, he made a deal with the devil in the grave and sold his eyes to the devil.

The devil took Bill's hand and created one of the most famous paintings in European history at that time - "The World of Dior".

Legend has it that anyone who has seen this painting, knows the name of the person who painted it, and looks into the eyes of the protagonist in the painting and calls out Dio, will die mysteriously. There are three major magic songs in the world, and the scientific explanation is to use musical notes to kill people, but the world's first magic painting "The World of Dior" has been designated as an important file by various countries because it cannot be explained.

Anyi also talked to Ed about this famous supernatural artifact, asking him why the Catholic Church chose to keep it instead of destroying it completely.

Ed's answer surprised him, according to him, it wasn't that he didn't want to, but he couldn't!

More than 100 years ago, the bishops and churches in Europe issued a ban on the global distribution of the painting, and tried to use various physical and supernatural means to erase it.

But unfortunately, all means failed, not to erase the failure, on the contrary, even with ordinary flames can easily burn the painting into powder, but no matter which method is used to destroy it, the next day it still appears unscathed in the same place.

In desperation, the church had no choice but to seal it. In fact, this is not the weirdest thing about this painting, the most mysterious thing is that there is no demon or devil's breath from hell on this painting, and there are no other supernatural powers, it is completely like an ordinary painting.

Therefore, at the time, some people asked if it was related to the old days, but this theory was quickly suppressed by the church, and then the appearance of Ed later handed over the painting to him for safekeeping, but even he usually kept this painting in the deepest part of the [storeroom].

Now, Anyi is fortunate enough to be able to experience the horror of this world-class famous painting.

"Xiaoyi, do you want me and your mother to send you after eating?" While at lunch, Anyi's father looked at his watch and asked him.

"No need." An Yi put down the bowl in his hand and said with a faint smile: "Just let Uncle Huang send me." ”

yes, because that was the way it was that day.

"I'm really sorry, but we have to miss the limelight because we are going to the United States to sign a contract...... Please forgive us~" An Yi's mother, who had long straight black hair, looked at An Yi pitifully with her hands together, and said cutely with a cute voice.

This is the same living treasure character as his mother in his memory, although he has given birth to a child and the children are about to enter junior high school, but the personality is still the same as that of an ordinary girl.

Regarding the concept of parents, he doesn't know how to understand Anyi, because of the lack of personality, he has never been able to recognize feelings such as family affection, but his parents have never changed their attitude towards him because of this, and even adapted to some habits that do not belong to them for him, and often try to do some strange actions to correct his indifferent character.

"It's okay, it's just a small matter anyway, I can solve it, and I have a chance next time." An Yi waved his hand to signal that they didn't have to pay too much attention.

Anyi's father nodded, and then called Anyi's mother, who had also finished eating, to push open the door and leave, and finally instructed before leaving: "That's okay, if there is anything, remember to call us, there will be a nanny to clean up the tableware, Xiao Huang is almost there." ”

With a click, the door was gently closed, An Yi looked up at the second hand moving forward step by step, silently counted down in his heart, and slowly got up and walked to the door.

When An Yi's hand was on the doorknob, the doorbell rang outside the door.

"Ding Dong~" "Click." "The doorbell rang almost at the same time as the door opened.

"Young Master? Hehe, what a coincidence. Outside the door stood a young man in a crisp suit, who looked like he was thirty years old and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, more like an artist than a business elite.

Seeing An Yi who had just opened the door, the other party looked a little surprised, but quickly returned to look at An Yi with a smile.

"Uncle Huang will still laugh at this time." An Yi looked at the other party's still a little green smile, and couldn't help but feel a little emotion in his heart.

His parents never told him about Uncle Huang's past, and An Yi didn't ask until the two died, only knowing that he followed An Yi's parents when he was very young and had been taking care of the family business for their family.

In his memory, Uncle Huang never smiled again after his parents' accident, and he has been silently playing games with the disgusting guys on the board of directors who became an orphan, even if he got 5% of the shares given to him by his parents' will, he still volunteered to become Anyi's guardian.

It wasn't until he saw Anyi's control of people's hearts that he consciously went underground to serve Anyi, so Uncle Huang was also the only person he trusted except for Xiaoyi.

"So, is there anything else that the young master needs to prepare?" The young version of Uncle Huang pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and said gently.

"It's nothing, let's just go." An Yi shook his head and replied in an indifferent tone.

Nothing to prepare, yes, just like that day.

Uncle Huang didn't feel anything wrong because of his attitude, after all, he knew his young master's indifferent nature a long time ago.

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Sitting on the bus to school, An Yi supported his chin and looked out the window.

Yes, it hasn't changed at all...... Just like that day.

The speed of the car slowed down slowly, and it didn't take long for Uncle Huang to stop the car and get out of the car and open Anyi's door: "Young master, school has arrived." ”

"Hmm." An Yi nodded lightly, pulled his tie and walked out of the car with his school uniform jacket.

The closer he got to the school, the calmer he became, and for some reason he gradually began to remember the initial sense of nothingness.

Walking into the school auditorium, several teachers who had been waiting for a long time hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, if it was at the beginning, he might have said a few polite greetings, but now he just wants to leave this place quickly.

Directly took the speech script from a teacher's hand, and walked straight to the backstage.

"Anyi, pay attention to what you're wearing!" A teacher shouted when he saw An Yi's coat clutched.

"It's a nuisance." An Yi glanced at the coat in his hand lightly and threw it on the chair next to him.

Through the backstage, I soon came to the back of the podium in the auditorium, and the headmaster's voice came faintly.

"Now, I invite the new students to speak on behalf of Anyi!" As the words fell, An Yi took the stage amid deafening applause.

However, several leaders frowned when they saw what he was wearing, and they were dissatisfied with him not wearing a school uniform on such an important occasion.

An Yi took the microphone from the host's hand, looked at the speech in his hand, and then made a move that shocked everyone.

"Whoa—" A thick stack of speeches was thrown back, fluttering around him.

"Now, listen to me." An Yi spoke softly into the microphone.

Yes, maybe it wasn't the same as that day, because he didn't have time to speak that day.

"They're my parents."

"But it's a pity that I may not be able to understand the meaning of these two words in my life, and I also know that you will never hear what I say at this moment, but even if it is self-deception, I fantasize that there is a 1 in 10,000 chance that you may be able to hear it."

There was an uproar under the podium, they couldn't understand what this proud son of heaven in the eyes of everyone was talking about, and several leaders didn't care about anything and were ready to stop this farce directly, but when they saw An Yi's indifferent eyes like a god, a kind of coldness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow made them unable to move.

"Since I was conscious, I knew that my thinking was different, because I didn't understand human feelings, I thought I was hiding it well, but I was still inexplicably discovered by you, maybe this is the magic of the group of parents?"

"I really don't know what your brain thinks, you didn't choose to give up on me as an outlier, but thought I was facial paralysis caused by precocious wisdom, and pondered how to correct my personality all day long, seriously, very stupid."

An Yi seemed to be recalling this and chuckled inexplicably, but the audience couldn't understand what the other party was laughing at at all.

"Mom, you don't have to sell cuteness all day long, you talk all day long, your old man is old and still like an ignorant and ignorant girl."

"Dad, you too! With a serious face all day long, and the glasses don't reflect the optics, why don't others smile? Serious is serious, but don't tell some funny jokes that you think are funny! And don't keep stealing my trumpet to chat with my sister, your wife actually already knew. ”

The mobile phone in Anyi's pocket vibrated slightly, and he also saw Uncle Huang staggering towards here with a pale face in the distance.

His gaze couldn't help but look at the sky in the distance, becoming more and more empty and empty.

Yes, it hasn't changed at all.

"It was on this day that I didn't say anything, because I couldn't understand what sadness was, because I only knew the feeling of emptiness, and even now, I still don't know what sadness is."

"But this time, I want to say something to you......"

"If I could, I really wouldn't want to be your son."

In that case, you will not even have a person who grieves for you.

The imperceptible cracking sound of "click...... seemed to come out of the depths of the world.

An Yi didn't look at the restless crowd below the podium, his eyes stared straight at a crack in the sky, the pitch-black smoke slowly leaking out, and at the same time new cracks constantly appeared.

"I see...... An Yi suddenly realized in his heart that these things leaking out of the cracks in his heart were nothing else, they were the empty sense of nothingness that he had always thought had disappeared after meeting Xiao Yi, but in fact, he had always existed in the depths of his soul......

"So." An Yi whispered to someone she didn't know who she was talking to: "Goodbye." ”

In the next second, the memories of the past were completely shattered.

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"Please don't worry, passengers, the captain and pilot are trying to overcome the strong air flow crisis, please believe in the miracle!"

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"Ladies and gentlemen, it's a pleasure to be on this flight with you, and we're sorry that miracles didn't favor us, so we're sorry ......."

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"Husband, we may really be the last time this time, but what about Xiaoyi? We can't die, we have to be there for him......"

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"God, if you really exist, please find someone to be by Xiaoyi's side instead of us......"

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"Goodbye."

PS: Seriously, this chapter gave me the thrill of writing tragedy...... Ahem,Actually, Anyi's parents don't look at me and don't even give my name, but in fact, I'm quite fond of it.,But I ate the bento early.,I'm not playing any sudden boss.,Suddenly resurrected poison point author.,So the bento is a real bento.。

But in the future, when I write about the extras, I will write a little bit about the daily life of my parents and Anyi.

This can be regarded as setting a conclusion for the protagonist, his neuroticism comes from not understanding human feelings, but unlike Colonel Chu's lack of feelings due to genetic defects, An Yi is unable to understand feelings, so he is so neurotic.