"What the hell is that familiar feeling, I shouldn't be familiar with the two of them. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Walking out of the classroom, it was already the school day, and there was a person walking in the hallway. Caihua covered his mouth, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes.

"No way, it was the first time I saw it the day before yesterday. Won't hurt me? Who the hell is it? The man ........." Caihua left this place quickly, "Xiao Ming and Xiao Hong ......."

"Who the hell is it?"

"Talent..... Talented-sama? "Walking out of this school, a voice came, and a young girl appeared next to Caihua." Talented-sama? Bai Xuan's fingers lightly pressed on Caihua's shoulder.

"Huh?" Caihua turned his head, but when he turned his head, he saw Chaoyang's little face crying with joy. "You're here? Chao yang? Caihua gently stroked Chaoyang's hair.

"Hmm!"

“............ But then stay with me, I want to know something. Caihua took Chaoyang's little hand, "Hey? ”

"Something I want to know, Xiao Ming and Xiao Hong........."

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"Found it, Xiao Ming and Xiao Hong." Caihua looked at the two children in front of her, who were holding bread and milk, surrounded by a group of kittens.

"See you again, big sister, or should I say big brother." Xiao Ming slowly put down the bread and milk in his hand, and turned his head to look at Caihua behind him, "You really know me." ”

Caihua looked at the two children below, "Who is this child?" Chaoyang looked at the two children below, but couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity. But I can't remember who these two people really are?

“........... Who the hell are you two? Caihua's eyes once again showed a hint of indifference.

"Sakura Xiaolu Caihua, 17 years old, male. The world's most famous fashion designer, clothing pattern maker. And at the same time............. Nine years ago, the world's top painter was amazed. ”

Xiaohong smiled and said the words one by one........

"Who the hell are you?" Caihua stared coldly at the two children in front of him, although these news were not very secret. But he said these things sentence by sentence, and he said it by two children who didn't know him at all.

"Forgot about us, Xiao Ming." Xiaohong shook her head in frustration,

"Uh-huh......."

"I don't remember ever knowing someone who took something important from someone else." Caihua stared coldly at the two children in front of him. "But aren't you the one who created us?"

"Caihua-sama?" Xiao Ming and Xiao Hong's hands were crossed and clasped, but a bright smile appeared on their faces. "We are the ........ drawn by you, independent of the world"

"The funeral song of Ming and Red."

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"Caihua?" The door to the room slowly opened, and Alba pushed open the private basement studio belonging to Caihua.

"What's wrong? Teacher? Caihua turned around, but this scene made Alba's heart stop. Cai Hua wiped the red paint on his face.

"Caihua, you .......," Alba pointed at Caihua in surprise.

The current Caihua and the usual are completely two people, and unlike the usual gentle Caihua, the current Caihua looks a little crazy. The bright red paint was not satisfied with the clothes on the body.

Whether it was the shirt, the apron, the trousers, or the pure, immaculate hair, it had been stained with red paint like blood. The blood-red eyes had completely changed.

The whites of the eyes turned black, and the pupils were completely turned bright red as if they were at home. Drops of black tears dripped from Caihua's eyes.

The surroundings had become a mess, and the paint had been spilled but had not been dried at all, flowing like a liquid, and the temperature around it seemed to plummet.

It's autumn, but it's as cold as winter. Layers of frost appeared on the walls, and in Caihua's eyes, clocks appeared in the bright red pupils.

Bright red liquid flowed from the ground to Alba's feet, and Alba looked at Caihua in front of him, and the pupils of his eyes gradually contracted. This is definitely not his well-behaved and gentle student.

Terrifying as a demon, the mad child holds the brush in his hand covered in red paint to sketch a painting with red as the main color.

"Well, teacher." Caihua's small mouth slowly opened, "I wanted to draw it, and I did it." ”

"The funeral song composed by me, bright and red............" Caihua's eyes slowly closed and fell directly. Caihua !! Alba hurried over.

Holding Caihua, who was about to fall to the ground, Alba breathed a sigh of relief, and when she raised her head again, her eyes gradually contracted, and fear and panic filled her heart.

That's right, the funeral song composed by the crazy child was seen and seen by his division commander.

The painting is made of red, but it doesn't give the warmth that warm-toned works give. The whole painting feels crazy and bloody.

There is no warmth of people, but what the painting reveals is a murderous aura, an endless murderous aura that makes people tremble.

The paper was laid horizontally, and bright red paint was sprinkled on the white paper like blood, and in the center of the paper were two children, about seven or eight years old.

A short-haired silver-haired boy in a white shirt who looks like a girl is holding a silver-haired girl with a double ponytail and a black pleated skirt on the upper body similar to a cheongsam.

Around the two of them were fragmented buildings, none of which were intact or in ruins. The two of them were surrounded by human limbs, internal organs, and blood.

The whole area is hellish. The two children in the painting only see the back of their heads, but they see the blood-like sunset in the sky.

No one knew how the two children looked at their surroundings, but the crazy painting made Alba feel suffocated.

"Ming..... Ming and Hong's funeral song?! (To be continued.) )