Faced with Tong Yuancui's question, Zhu Xiaofu was at a loss. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The little girl I just drew?" Zhu Xiaofu repeated it again.

Tong Yuancui was a little impatient, walked quickly to the desk, brought the painting on the table to Zhu Xiaofu's eyes, and said, "Isn't this what you painted?" ”

Zhu Xiaofu took the painting, scratched his head, and stopped talking.

He didn't understand why his mother kept asking about it, he didn't have the slightest impression of what he had just done. He felt as if he had just woken up from his sleep, and what had happened in the past few hours was now vaguely recalled, as if it were all a dream. Whether he painted the painting himself or not, he can't say.

Tong Yuancui looked at Zhu Xiaofu's appearance and suddenly felt distressed. On weekdays, Zhu Xiaofu has always been very well-behaved and very introverted, unlike other boys of the same age, he never runs around, let alone causes trouble.

Tong Yuancui sighed and didn't plan to continue the investigation.

"Okay, Xiaofu, I think you may have forgotten too. Forget it, I won't ask. ”

Hearing this, Zhu Xiaofu was pardoned, immediately nodded, and ran to the yard to play.

Tong Yuancui couldn't understand Zhu Xiaofu's performance, but she instinctively felt that the painting of the little girl just now must not be seen by others. So, she turned around, walked into Zhu Xiaofu's room again, put the painting in the cabinet in her room, and carefully locked it.

Looking at Zhu Xiaofu's figure through the window blankly, Tong Yuancui's thoughts returned to the noise at the door early in the morning.

She also saw the corpse, and Secretary Yang showed the strangeness of the corpse - the hands inserted into his waist - to the husband and wife, who were both shocked and inexplicable, and did not speak for a long time.

The two didn't expect that this strange death had already appeared in Zhu Xiaofu's paintings.

The following day was Monday, and the village primary school started a new class. After school that day, Li Yanxia also stayed to organize painting activities for the first and second grade students.

Looking at the lively children, Li Yanxia's uneasiness in her heart decreased slightly, but she could not completely eliminate it.

In the last row of the classroom, Zhu Xiaofu immersed himself in painting, unmoved by the noise around him.

Will this kid draw any weird and bloody paintings again today?

Li Yanxia kept thinking about this question.

The originally relaxed and happy activity time became extremely difficult because of Zhu Xiaofu. Li Yanxia tried her best to concentrate and respond to the children who were actively displaying their paintings with a warm smile as usual, but she couldn't do so.

Her smile looked extremely stiff.

Fortunately, the children were still young and did not notice the teacher's abnormality. After everyone had shown their paintings, one by one the children left the classroom, illuminated by the setting sun that was about to fall into darkness.

The hustle and bustle is gradually moving away.

In the silence, uneasiness and anxiety entangled Li Yanxia's heart like a frantically growing plant.

She stood on the podium and looked at Zhu Xiaofu from afar.

With his head still down, he quickly waved the watercolor pen in his hand, and the fine lines jumped onto the paper.

Li Yanxia's heart beat faster and faster. She kept saying to herself, I'm just neurotic, he's just a kid, just a kid......

Yes, just a child.

She seemed to have made up her mind, bit her lower lip, and stepped off the podium.

Click.

There was a crunch.

The sound of her heels colliding with the floor, at this moment, actually frightened her heart.

She took a breath and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

The sun looks, a little dim.

Li Yanxia suddenly felt a little in a trance.

The sunlight shining in from the window was not dazzling, filling the classroom like a sky of fine yellow sand, and at the end of the fine sand, an eight-year-old child moved his arms with empty eyes.

Li Yanxia swallowed another mouthful of saliva, and only then did she take the second step.

The kid ...... What are you drawing?

She thought.

She wanted to know the answer to that question, and she was afraid to know the answer to it.

She walked slowly towards Zhu Xiaofu.

From a distance, Zhu Xiaofu's painting doesn't seem to have much red.

Li Yanxia's mood calmed down a little and continued to get closer.

The things on the white paper finally came into full view of her.

This is......

Li Yanxia adjusted her gaze and her own direction.

Is this a resort and outdoor pool in the business district of the hill?

Li Yanxia suddenly felt a little funny.

What am I afraid of? He's just a kid after all!

"Teacher." Zhu Xiaofu suddenly spoke.

"Huh? What the? Li Yanxia was taken aback.

That's when she realized that she hadn't really relaxed. For Zhu Xiaofu, she still has a trace of vigilance and suspicion in her heart.

"Teacher, they ......," Zhu Xiaofu said, pointing to his painting.

"They? Oh, come and see, teacher, um......" Li Yanxia saw that Zhu Xiaofu had finished painting, so she picked up the piece of paper, "This is the resort and outdoor swimming pool on the other side, right?" Zhu Xiaofu is really well-behaved and sensible. To draw is to draw beautiful things, right? Well, well drawn. Li Yanxia praised.

There was not the slightest sign of happiness on Zhu Xiaofu's face. He stood up, picked up his bag without saying a word, and walked to the classroom door.

He suddenly stopped and whispered, "They're all gone." ”

With that, he quickened his pace, and soon he was out of sight.

He didn't take that painting with him.

Li Yanxia's expression was a little frightened.

Looking at the empty classroom, she suddenly felt scared.

All gone? Who disappeared?

She turned her head a little nervously to look around, and finally, her eyes fell on Zhu Xiaofu's desk.

There is another painting underneath the one at the resort.

Li Yanxia pulled out the painting below.

In the painting, it is a little girl, a six or seven-year-old girl with her eyes closed in gorgeous clothes.

Li Yanxia's eyes suddenly crossed the previous bloody painting. She felt that there seemed to be some similarities between the two paintings.

Where is the similarity?

She took the painting, walked quickly to the podium, opened her handbag, and took out the painting that Zhu Xiaofu painted last time.

One is a man and the other is a girl; One is standing, the other is lying flat; One bloody, one serene......

Serene? Why did this word pop up all of a sudden? This is obviously a child......

Li Yanxia's mind seemed to have been split by a giant axe, her eyes widened in horror, and her hands trembled slightly.

This is...... Corpse! The little girl in this painting is dead!

"Ahh

She suddenly screamed, and the two paintings fell to the ground. She covered her head with her hands, and her facial features were already distorted. But soon, she came back to her senses, picked up the painting in a panic, and went to the back of the classroom to put away the painting from the resort and put it in her handbag. Then, he hurriedly walked out and returned to his dormitory. (To be continued.) )