Mi Lu finally knows where Lili is different from before, now Lili has self-confidence, no longer the inferior female college student who thinks she is not good enough and looks good enough, her appearance and figure have not changed, but there is a kind of spirit all over her body, that kind of confidence and generosity make her look extremely moving. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But why did Lili suddenly become confident within a few days? Miru was puzzled, and in just a few days, she had become so close to her male god?

Not long after, the news of the love between Wang Xian, the most handsome male god in the school, and a girl named Xu Lili, who is not good-looking, spread all over the campus. Lili becomes more and more fond of dressing up, and goes out on dates every day, so that even Milu rarely has a chance to see her.

On this day, a short-haired girl came to the tattoo shop, and the young boss in fancy clothes greeted her enthusiastically: "Isn't this S-big Lili?" Do you still want a tattoo? What pattern are you going to tattoo this time, and where is the pattern? ”

Lili peeled off the gauze from her collarbone, "Let's get a tattoo here that looks exactly like last time." ”

The young man was surprised as if he had seen a ghost and asked, "What about the tattoo?" Where did it go? Even if you wash it off, it won't be washed so cleanly, and there is no trace of movement! ”

"It's gone for some reason, give me another tattoo, boss." Lili smiled awkwardly.

This is the first time I have seen such a strange thing, and although the young tattoo artist felt very strange in his heart, he didn't ask any more questions, and gave Lili an exact same pattern in the same place.

Lili was finally able to throw away the gauze, pretend that nothing had happened, pretend that the tattoo had never disappeared, and go to school.

Mi Lu saw Lili's tattoo, and thought to herself that there were times when Bufan miscalculated, and she was a little gloating, so she couldn't wait to run to Bufan and tell him in person, and then laugh at him fiercely, seeing that he would be arrogant in the future.

Bufan went to the tattoo shop alone after receiving Mi Lu's text message, it was already dusk when he got there, but the heat did not diminish at all, the air conditioning in the tattoo shop was very open, Bufan pushed open the glass door, and saw all kinds of photos posted on the wall of the store, he saw at a glance the picture of the other side of the fire, it was a handmade painting, I don't know who painted it, Bufan only looked at it, and felt a strong despair and sadness, the gorgeous flower on the other side must have come from the hands of a person who lost love and was immersed in lovesickness, She or he must have poured out his emotions when he painted this flower—his desperate love, his endless lovesickness, just like the flower language of the flower.

Love is the most helpless thing in the world, and longing is the most painful emotion in the world.

Bufan thought of Feng'er again, her lovesickness turned into a spirit, and the spirit that condensed all her love and thoughts finally sacrificed for Bu'er, turning into an indelible lovesick mole in the palm of Bufan's hand. Isn't Feng'er's love also desperate?

"Does this handsome guy want a tattoo? What kind of pattern do you have? The young man who was the boss and tattoo artist asked enthusiastically.

"Let's get this tattoo," Bufan pointed to the other side of the flower path.

"Where's the tattoo?"

"Wrist."

When Bufan left, he stole the picture of the flower on the other side while the boss was not paying attention.

Late at night, in the wilderness of Fengqi Village, Extraordinary stood steadily, the wilderness was empty, the wind was strong and urgent, and there was a ghost in front of Mortal, a beautiful and melancholy woman.

"You can get me out of the painting," said the female ghost, whose voice was not loud at all, and was barely audible when it was blown away by the strong winds of the wilderness.

"Of course, I could see at a glance that there was a ghost attached to this painting." Bufan said confidently, "Presumably this flower on the other side is your work." ”

"That's right, many, many years ago, I painted this flower, and then I ...... And I fell ill and died. The ghost in the painting replied with difficulty, "I have been in poor health since I was a child, and I have always been sentimental, and finally I became so depressed that I couldn't afford to ...... sick."

"Why do you want to hurt people?" Extraordinary's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"I didn't hurt anyone," the woman gasped, "I've been in that painting, never coming out until you cast a spell." ”

"Several girls died because of this." Bufan looked at her expression and knew that she was not lying, "Since it's not you, do you know who the murderer is?" ”

The ghost in the painting asked slowly, "You must have heard of the legend of the flower on the other side." ”

"I did." Bufan put his hands in the pockets of his jeans, "Is this related to the legend of the flower on the other side?" ”

"Well~ But the legend is biased, the truth ...... DID YOU KNOW? ”

"How would I know? May I hear it. After Bufan said this, he quietly looked at the ghost in the melancholy painting in front of him, and waited for her to continue.