Sasha's roommate was the opposite of Beelzebub's, in appearance and personality, he was a pale-skinned male, with pale yellow hair obediently wrapped around an oval skull, which looked like a lacquered pot lid, small, slender eyes, swollen eyelids as if he had just cried, and he wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

He had arrived earlier than Sasha, but his luggage had not been opened, so he consulted little Hopkins for advice on how to choose a wardrobe, a writing desk, and a bed before tidying up his part of the room.

"I want to put up some pictures." He said, with a thick western accent, while timidly observing from behind a heavy piece of glass that looked like a nineteenth-century painter John Brown. William? Waterhouse's beautiful teenage roommate.

Little Hopkins looked at him, and the Manchester school authorities had thought so carefully about these new arrivals that they had pre-installed cork boards that filled almost the entire wall just above their beds so that the students could freely attach or use pushpins to fix their favorite posters, notes, contact and reminder sticky notes, and their own graffiti.

At first, Sasha thought he was trying to discuss with himself if he could use his cork board - most likely, his roommate was a poster collector or someone's loyal follower, and that small cork board wasn't enough to hold all his passion and collection - it didn't matter, Sasha. Hopkins doesn't like posters, he doesn't like to show his work, and he doesn't need sticky notes to remind him what to do...... But when he looked up, he noticed that his roommate's cork was still empty.

"If you're going to put a picture on your board," Sasha said, "you don't have to ask for my opinion at all." ”

"Before, I mean, my roommate in high school didn't like my drawings," he said, "and he said those things would give him the creeps." ”

"Is it a poster for a horror movie?"

"No," the roommate shook his head, "just some of the drawings I made." ”

He got up from the bed, took out a few cardboard cylinders from the drawer under the bed, and pulled out roll after roll of the painting, tightly wrapped in translucent tallow paper.

This is indeed a painting, a very detailed color hand-painted painting, with animals in the main characters, plants in the supporting characters, and natural sky, trees and water in the background, the picture is delicate and gorgeous, and the objects depicted are lifelike - when you gaze at the animals on the screen, you will uncontrollably think that you have smelled the hot breath of life, touched the hairy body or sticky skin, felt the sharp teeth and claws, licked by the wet tongue - especially commendable for the treatment of the animal's eyes, each pair of eyes, black, golden-yellow, orange-red, earthy-brown...... Bright and healthy, it is more in line with people's imagination of "reality" than photos and visible to the naked eye.

It's no wonder that his former roommates felt uncomfortable, as these animals all had a pair of human eyes.

"You drew it yourself?" Sasha asked, and his roommate nodded.

"I think they're all beautiful," Sasha said gently, "you can stick them, and if there's not enough space, you can use my cork boards." ”

His roommate immediately smiled nervously and shyly.

"Thank you," he said, "thank you." ”

(To be continued)

ps：

Well, it's a little less, and I'll make it up tomorrow.