Once upon a time in the gloomy midnight of the day, the lonely painter sat in his studio and pondered, lazy and exhausted, pondering many strange and bizarre rumors that had long been forgotten, rumors about the fate of the earth, legends about the underworld. When he began to snooze and almost fell asleep, a light throbbing shook him. It was as if someone was tapping on their door, bang, bang.

"Someone is coming. The painter whispered, "He's knocking on my door." ”

That's it, nothing else. Oh, it was a bleak December, and every dying ember was casting a shadow in the corner of the floor. The painter stood up, "Someone is coming, he's knocking on my door, and nothing else." "But I lived alone in this house that was used as a gallery, from the day my wife died.

"Sir, or Madam, forgive me for being slow, for I was so sleepy just now and you struck so softly that I almost didn't hear you. As he spoke, he opened the door.

There is nothing but the night. The long corridor was deserted, and the painter stood by the door in fear for a long time, as if in doubt he had dreamed of a dream that no one had dared to dream of before, but the unbroken silence showed no sign of it. I was the only one in this house, so there was a knock on the door.

"Lenor?" was the only word the painter muttered, and he said "Lenor!" Echo gently returned the name, and nothing else. The painter turned back to the studio, his heart burning and tingling, but soon he heard a knock at the door, more pronounced than he had just sounded. Terror haunts the painter's mind, he lives alone, but there seems to be a guest visiting the house. But a certain hope rose from the depths of his heart, and the painter murmured,

"...... Lenole" slammed the door open. In an instant, as if the snow was falling in the sky, the chill engulfed the painter, and the black shadow flew over the artist's head and into the studio. The painter froze, it was a black robust crow from the sacred past, and it flew into the studio and rested on the painter's drawing board.

So the crow coaxed the sad illusion on the painter's face into a smile, with its old and dignified and gentle countenance. "Though the crown is cut off," said the painter, "but you are certainly not a coward, you ghostly crow wandering from the other side of the night, tell me your great name, in the dark and dreary of Hades. ”

The raven replied, "Never again."

The painter was shocked by the name of this ugly bird and beast, all the dark dreams became reality, with the cold snow whistling, the painter looked intently at the crow's perched on the canvas, on which there was no ink spontaneously appeared a beautiful picture, just looking at the ears of the terrible sound of wind and snow.

The painter murmured softly, "Never return, never return, Lenore......"

When the painter awoke from his dream, opened his eyes, with tears in the corners of his eyes, and still muttered that he would never return, he wanted to paint a picture scroll in memory of his wife, a messenger of the underworld, a snowstorm, a mirror-like lake with his wife, and a hut with his wife.

......

Di Zi'an returned to her sister's room, Lian Wei's bed was empty, Di Zi'an walked out of the room, where did her sister go? looked at the mobile phone on her body, a neat row of missed calls, Di Zi'an sighed, this time the world that was pulled by Yin Lingxiu is a little close to the time ratio of this world, Lian Wei can't find herself in bed together, she is probably very panicked, Di Zi'an pressed back,

It just rang and immediately connected, "Brother, where are you, brother! Jingya They said they didn't see you going out!" The anxious voice of the sister on the other end of the phone, Di Zi'an heard that his sister was fine, and breathed a sigh of relief, "I've returned to the door of your apartment, come back quickly." Before the words fell, I saw the girl named Jingya walking out of the toilet, wrapped in only a bath towel, and her graceful figure was highlighted to the fullest, at this time she was wiping her wet long hair with a towel, Di Zi'an was standing at the door of her sister's room, Jingya seemed to hear the voice, looked up blankly, and then the two looked at each other,

"Didn't you go out?" The girl named Jingya blinked blankly, obviously not expecting the presence of male creatures in this apartment, and suddenly realized that she was only wrapped in a bath towel, and a large area of snow-white skin was exposed to the air, and she couldn't help but hold her hands on her chest. So Lian Wei's original calm mood after hearing her brother's voice fluctuated again, because she heard her friend's scream on the other end of the phone,

"Jingya, what's wrong with Jingya," Lian Wei eagerly asked her brother, Di Zi'an actually had a hard time answering this question, so she could only finally summarize it in one sentence,

"It was an accident. ”

"Brother, you are really, you don't say a word to us when you go out," Lian Wei put one hand on her waist and pointed to Di Zi'an's nose and reprimanded, but it seemed that she was more energetic, Di Zi'an smiled,

"I slept well last night. Di Lianwei hesitated for a moment and nodded, "It's true that I didn't have any more nightmares, brother, do your god-like things really work?" Lian Wei referred to the Rosicrucius ritual that Di Zi'an used for her before going to bed, Di Zi'an touched Lian Wei's forehead, looking at her sister's cute cheeks that suddenly flushed,

"Why, why suddenly?" asked Lian Wei stammered,

"There's no fever," Dizian teased with a smile, "how can those things be useful? Lian Wei snorted, looked at Di Zi'an with strange eyes again, and nodded for a long time, "I said that how can those things that are chattered by gods and gods work, it turns out to be a psychological effect." ”

Di Zi'an smiled but did not speak, and said to Lian Wei after a while,

"Alright, I've got some things to do, go first, and if everything is in order, you shouldn't have any more nightmares tonight. I'll go first. ”

Lianwei seemed to want to say something, but in the end she just nodded, "Okay." Di Zi'an walked out of the house, saw Jing Ya chatting with Xiuxiu in the living room, turned her head to look at herself when she walked out, and then immediately moved away, Di Zi'an sighed in her heart, and left the apartment after saying goodbye to a few girls. Walking alone on the way to the gallery.

If anyone watches Di Zi'an go away, they will find that the back is Xiao Xiao, with low eyebrows and eyes, a peaceful expression, and something seems to be in his hand, like a nameless warrior wandering on the land, walking with a sword, rushing to an unknown battle, even if the mountains and rivers are far away, and the road is far away.