I don't know if it was too tired or what the reason was, Rodin felt as if his body had entered a thin layer of water, the space around him was faintly twisting and shaking, with irregular ripples, and at the same time, his body was inexplicably a little heavy, and the air seemed to be injected with some unknown substance, becoming viscous, making people's every move into slow motion. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, his mind was all on catching the dream tapir, and he did not study it in detail.

The carpet beneath his feet seemed to have been replaced with a soft cushion on which he could not be stressed.

He walked cautiously as he observed the movement around him. In the silent and dark corridor, there are many portraits, and the faces that were originally bright and realistic are all hidden in the darkness, sometimes casually glimpsing, and the faintly visible half of the portrait is bending a strange arc towards him.

The rooms of the two were only about ten meters apart, but they walked for a long, long time, as long as a century.

Rodin walked to the half-hidden door, only to feel that his strength was passing quickly, he was weak and out of breath, and strands of sweat were like showers, sliding down his forehead.

Tiredness, deep into the bone marrow.

Leaning against the wall to regain some strength, he slammed the door in, suddenly startled, and stood in horror.

A door separates the two worlds, the outside is a dark and eerie corridor, but the inside is brilliantly lit and magnificent.

Two people, a man and a woman.

Darko, dressed in a luxurious silk robe, looked young and energetic, and now with a gentle smile on his face, he was standing in front of the drawing board, holding a paintbrush in his right hand and raising it into the air.

Opposite Dakko, a beautiful woman with snowy skin and cherry lips, sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a black lace dress and black lipstick, was located among the many oil paintings, her face was expressionless, there was a haughty coldness, but her eyes revealed deep sadness.

The point is, they are all motionless, like two dolls who have been witchcrafted.

Rodin was very curious and stepped forward to touch the bodies of the two of them, and the place where he touched was warm and elastic, except for the extremely pale complexion, it was no different from ordinary people.

Strange, he stopped and touched his chin.

"Bang!" the door behind him closed suddenly. Rodin tugged hard, but didn't move.

What the hell?!, he kicked the door with all his strength in disbelief, but the sturdy wooden door still stood stubbornly and undamaged.

Something was wrong, the normal wooden door was absolutely shattered by his kick, and then connected to the strange corridor, as if they had been immobilized by the Darko couple. He suddenly realized that he should be in a dream, and accidentally fell for the dream tapir's trick.

Damn! The Dream Tapir's talent for guiding dreams made him impressed. Most of the visions in the dream are vague and illusory, but it transforms them into as real as if they were there. Rodin learned from many film and television works he had seen before, slapped himself hard, and couldn't help but exclaim, wondering, this is really a dream? The pain on his face is too realistic!

It was imperative to break free, and perhaps the damn nightmare tapir was eating comfortably on his face. Rodin's headless flies circled the room.

One, two, three circles, my heart became more and more irritable and distressed.

"What should I do? Why did I have Mr. and Mrs. Dakko in my dreams, is it my dream or Darko's dream, or?"

Rodin racked his brains and pondered, and suddenly remembered that he had seen an oil painting hanging in his bedroom, painted by Darko's own hand, and that the portrait of his wife Valletta was exactly the same as in this scene.

Oil painting, oil painting in front of Darko!

Rodin quickly ran to Darko's side and stared at the painting for a while while examining the beauty opposite.

The same clothes, expressions, backgrounds. Except for one thing - a ring!

In the painting, Valletta has a golden wedding ring on the ring finger of her right hand.

The woman on the other side found no trace of the ring on her body.

But it doesn't matter, now that you have a clue, it's easy to do.

Dig deep to find the wedding ring!

Rodin rummaged through the cabinets and searched meticulously, I don't know how long it took, and he couldn't see the shadow of the wedding ring, and Rodin lay down on the soft big bed with some dejection. Suddenly, I felt a hard little thing behind me panic.

"Haha" In a burst of ecstasy, he lifted the quilt and pulled out a golden ring from under the sheets.

Rodin leaned up on fire and brought the ring for the beauty.

In an instant, the dusty statue was brought to life,

The two people who were still came to life in an instant.

Rodin stepped aside and watched in silence.

The smiling Darko put down the paintbrush in his hand and walked over to Valletta,

"Baby, I've recorded your most beautiful moments, including this ring. You see, we don't need it anymore. This painting has replaced the ring as a symbol of our marriage. ”

"Ahem, ahem. Valletta suddenly covered her mouth and coughed violently, a flush welled up on her pale face, and when she put down her hand, she saw a pool of red blood appear in her palm.

Darko panicked all of a sudden, and said in a hurried tone: "Baby, listen to me, we will take the ring away, and you will have the money for treatment, don't delay it any longer, and the doctors will be helpless!"

Valletta glanced at him wryly, and her tone was full of pleading: "Don't push me again, it's a symbol of our marriage, and it has an extraordinary meaning for me."

"My dear, I don't blame you for selling your ring and replacing it with an oil painting, but I want to keep my ring and never sell it!"

"If you really want to save me, sell an oil painting! Isn't that good, dear?"

"I want to live, and then go out of the city with you for a spring outing, hiking, and horseback riding. “

"Baby, you're going to kill me!" Darko looked scared and angry.

"Oil painting and you are my life, and I don't want to give up any of them!"

Valletta frowned slightly, and I sobbed pitifully, "Honey, why don't you understand? You have so many paintings, and I only have you!"

As soon as Valletta's words landed, the beautiful picture suddenly froze and locked.

At this moment, she was holding Darko's hand in a grumbling way, and Darko turned his head sideways, revealing a half-tangled face.

Immediately afterwards, the bodies of the two were like a smooth and flat mirror, shattered, piece by piece, and weathered away. Leave no trace.

Rodin only felt a flower in front of him, and the only remaining left eye couldn't help but blink.

When he opened his eyes again, the heavens and the earth changed, and he had returned to the real world.

At this moment, he was lying on the original bunk, and there was a hairy feeling on his face.

Suddenly, my heart jumped, and I grabbed the bag that I put nearby.

Petite and exquisite, the fist-sized dream tapir was caught off guard and was caught in it.

"Woo woo woo-" There was a crisp and childish cry from the bag, like an innocent little girl being bullied.

"Good fellow, it's not easy to catch you, brother, this is using your example as bait!" Rodin tied the bag with a rope and sealed it, and gently touched the small thing, only to feel that it was delicate, round, and fleshy, and it was really cute.

Carrying the tapir out the door, he heard a rhythmic snoring sound from Fletcher's bedroom. Rodin couldn't help but sigh at his own luck, and the three people Dream Tapir chose him.

When I came to Dake's bedroom, I opened the door and found that the middle-aged man was half-sitting on the bed, covered in cold sweat, with his head down and motionless.

Rodin lit the candle, and Darko turned his head to look at him, his eyes filled with confusion, remorse, and a hint of unrecognizable emotion.

"Oil painting is my life's pursuit, all my money and time are dedicated to them, am I wrong?"

He roared at Rodin, as if trying to vent some emotion in his chest.

Rodin sighed, "What a beautiful beauty, but in your heart you can't even compare to an oil painting." Aren't you tired of these oil paintings every day after so many years of opening and closing your eyes? Are you really happy?"

A classic that touched countless people suddenly flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but blurt out: "There was once a sincere love in front of you, you didn't cherish it, and you didn't regret it until you lost it, and the most painful thing in the world is nothing more than this-"

Speaking of the dream tapir, "The monster is solved, from now on you can sit back and relax, take care of yourself, Da, Ke, Lao, Ye!"

Filled with an inexplicable sadness, Rodin woke up Fletcher and strode out of the house.

Fletcher was overjoyed when he saw him carrying a bulging bag in his hand, and then saw his face full of worries, and said apologetically: "Alas, I'm really useless, I fell asleep again today, obviously it's my task, and you are all doing it alone." I'm sorry for you, brother. “

Rodin controlled his inexplicable sorrow, and Lang smiled: "What are you talking about, brother, isn't it just for pitting?!"

"Haha!"