"Enough!"

A crisp voice came, and the morning sun blocked Caihua's face. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "Enough of you! ”

"Chaoyang .........." Caihua slowly raised his head, and his tearful eyes looked at the petite figure in front of him. Lord Caihua didn't feel sorry for you anything, why did you do this to him. ”

"Why?"

Xiao Ming and Xiao Hong slowly retracted their hands and looked at the rising sun in front of Caihua. "You know what? Do you know what it's like to be abandoned? Xiaohong's words made Chaoyang a little puzzled.

"Abandoned?"

"Do you understand the feeling of being abandoned by your own parents and loved ones, and not even knowing who you were the person you created yourself?" The two of them lowered their heads, and their eyes were covered by silver bangs.

"You don't know, do you know why we exist? And what is that funeral song that was composed? Xiao Hong and Xiao Ming looked at the rising sun in front of them.

"Actually, you were there that day. The first person who peeked at the picture from behind the basement was not the teacher, but you. Xiaohong slowly raised her head and looked at the girl in front of her.

"That's right, that painting is based on you and him, and the place inside is also Xiaoshi's........... Unable region. And Xiao Ming and Xiao Hong in the painting are exactly ............"

"Your first encounter with Ogura Chaoyang and his Sakura Koji Caihua." The two of them stared at the morning sun in front of them at the same time, "It's also because of you that we will be painted, maybe the two people in this painting are you and him." ”

"And for the two of us, you and Caihua are our parents, but even you don't know my existence, what is this? Then his writing of our existence has been denied. ”

The two of them looked at the rising sun in front of them at the same time, "What we represent when we are denied is his madness and killing." ”

"And the man who created us is undoubtedly him." The two looked at the talent behind the rising sun at the same time. "And why is this funeral song called Ming and Red here?"

"Then it's all thanks to the person who stole the painting. Thankfully, the madness in the owner's heart made us ..... All of them. ”

........................

"What?! That picture ........."

Alba couldn't believe what he heard, "That's right, the painting was indeed stolen, and it's in the flower village.......... Stolen. Hanzo's voice came over the phone.

"This painting is not an ordinary painting, and if it is stolen, then it will be a big problem." Hanzo's voice can be heard, and Hanzo is definitely in a bad mood right now.

This is definitely not a trivial matter, you must know that it was stolen from the flower village. Hanamura is the headquarters of the Shimada family, and Hanamura is stolen, so what do you think is evil?

Provocation, naked provocation. Completely insulting the glory of the Shimada family, that is, this is completely about the Shimada family. And the stolen painting is not a trivial matter.

Even if it's a painting that Hanzo and Genji were influenced, you can believe it if it spreads out.

"The most important thing is that you must not let that painting appear again, no matter where it is, and you must never let Caihua see it, and you can't let him know about it." The gravity of Hanzo's words could still be heard.

"Wait, there's ......... in that painting."

Alba seemed to remember something, "On that painting, there is ............"

"What?!" Hanzo's voice became more solemn.

"In ........ On the back of the painting was Caihua's signature........ Alba's hand trembled a little, "What!! ”

Hanzo couldn't believe it, he thought there was nothing on it, but if he put the name of Caihua on it, it would have completely changed.

If it's just a painting that no one knows, then no one will know about it. But the signature of Youcai Hua is different, just because it is Sakura Koji Caihua's first painting is no small thing.

Sakura Koji is only eight years old as a top fashion designer, and his talent in design has surpassed countless people, and he is also the third young master of the Shimada family, so his paintings will not be an obscure work.

And this painting is not a garbage painting, just the funeral song of Ming and Red is already a rare masterpiece. Even the top color paintings, and even the emotions can be seen in the paintings, so you can imagine that this is not a graffiti.

“................. Are you sure it has Caihua's signature on it? ”

"Yes, there is indeed a signature of Caihua behind the painting." Alba was able to confirm that there was indeed Caihua's signature on the lower left of the back of the painting, and that it had been painted with blood.

"I see, I'm going to investigate everything about the theft of the painting. How is Caihua now? "Hanzo seems to be more important than these.

"He's recovered now, but he seems to have forgotten everything about the painting." Alba shook his head, Caihua's memory was selectively forgotten.

Whether it was the painting or the way he looked at himself, everything had been forgotten, and there was no memory of it. I once asked if I had any memories of that time.

Although he wanted to ask why Caihua became like this, he didn't know at all. Caihua's appearance is definitely not a normal person. You can see it by his eyes.

But he couldn't remember it himself, and there was no need to keep asking. But neither she nor Hanzo and Genji, who had taken care of him since childhood, had no idea what was going on.

Anyway, the one that can be determined is definitely not a hallucination. The whites of the eyes were replaced by black, the eyes that looked like monsters and the pupils that couldn't be grasped like clocks.

And those black tears are naturally not a deceitful thing, and the painting that is enough to make people's hearts go crazy, these completely subvert the way it usually looks, no one can know.

What the hell is that, even Caihua himself doesn't know, but what is certain is that Caihua has nothing to do now.

"That's good, I'll investigate, that painting hopefully....... It won't be circulated. (To be continued.) )