The sky was cloudy and extremely gloomy. The birds flew low, as if overwhelmed by the sky, and from time to time they let out mournful chirps.

Hu Hao sat in a wheelchair, his hands caressing his unconscious legs, looking out the window.

It was a painful memory that he will never forget.

On that day thirteen years ago, vaguely similar to this sky, the same dark clouds, the same gloomy, heavy rain relentlessly lapping the land. As far as the eye can see, the whole land has become dilapidated, countless houses have collapsed, large areas of the earth have cracked, everywhere is a mess, heart-rending cries, screams one after another, like a hell on earth, this earthquake disaster ruthlessly harvested countless people's lives. It was the earthquake that tortured Hu Hao, who was only five years old at the time, to the point that his legs were disabled, and what was even more painful was that all his loved ones were inevitably affected by this disaster.

Hu Hao, who should have grown up healthily under the happiness and care of his family, lost everything because of it and has been alone ever since.

With focus in his eyes again, Hu Hao slowly woke up from his memories and sighed lightly.

Today, thirteen years later, although Hu Hao's legs are disabled, through his unremitting efforts and amazing talent, he can be said to have made great achievements in art, but his heart has always been lonely, just like

Yes, that's the cloud in the sky at that time.

Hu Hao stared intently, with disbelief in his eyes, I don't know when a cloud appeared in the sky, what kind of cloud is this!

It's white and immaculate, and it's so different from the rest of the world. What's even more incredible is that this white cloud outlines the image of a girl in her twenties, beautiful and dignified, in stark contrast to the dark clouds in the sky, like a fairy descending to earth, giving people an indescribable sense of sacredness, but with a unique sense of loneliness.

It seemed as if the wind was blowing in her eyes, as if she was looking for something.

Hu Hao, who was staring at Bai Xia, was buzzing with his head at the moment, as if, as if this "Cloud Fairy" was slowly looking at himself, just himself. Such an intuition made Hu Hao's head short-circuit.

The picture moved again, and it seemed that there was a wind sweeping the corners of her mouth!

She smiled!!

The so-called smile is no longer enough, she smiles so softly that people can touch the infinite love contained in her eyes. At this moment, Hu Hao's heart, which has never had ripples, is like a small stone falling into it, but it stirs up a thousand waves.

The wind, blowing

The clouds are scattered

It's as if it never happened

Hu Hao slowly lowered his head and closed his eyes, slowly calming down his impetuous heart. After a long time, Hu Hao opened his eyes violently, staring at the drawing board in front of him, his right hand pulled up the brush and kept waving it on the drawing board, such a fast painting method makes people see that they will definitely be surprised, but it is under such a fast painting, each stroke is as if it has been designed long ago without the slightest deviation, and the amplitude between each stroke is not large, it can be said that it is very small, thousands of small strokes are connected so that people can not see the slightest flaw, perfect to the extreme.

At this moment, Hu Hao has already combined his spirit and spirit, forgetting everything around him, such as this painting is his life, and he is painting with his life.

I don't know how long it took, for Hu Hao, it may be a moment, maybe it is an eternity. Hu Hao slowly put down the pen in his hand and looked at the figure on the drawing board in front of him, this is definitely the most proud work since the beginning of art, so beautiful that it makes him throb.

I saw a sky above the drawing board, it was cloudy, gloomy and frightening, and under this sky was quietly floating this girl of double decade outlined by a white cloud.

No, it can no longer be said that she is Baiyun, in this painting she is a real woman.

The snow-white silver hair fell on the jade shoulders with the ears and parted and then bent down like a wave, a white dress, white cloud boots under his feet, and his hands were dragged around his abdomen, and his perfect body did not need any pride to embellish. She is as white as snow and is so dusty, showing that she does not belong to this world, especially her eyes with infinite love, gentle as water, and that moving smile, even the most cold-blooded and ruthless person will be moved by her heart and give everything.

In vain, Hu Hao felt that something was wrong, and the feeling became stronger and stronger. Gradually, he noticed that the drawing board was shaking slightly, and the amplitude began to expand, until finally the whole room began to vibrate. Hu Hao gradually understood that the nightmare that had been with him had come from again, what a familiar feeling, but now he was alone and had no worries.

The vibration became stronger and stronger, and Hu Hao reached out and grabbed the "Mist in the Clouds" and hugged it to his chest, which was the name he had in mind when he was painting. It is enough to watch the portraits hanging in the house fall one by one, and then look at the "Fog in the Clouds" in your hand. Hu Hao has no worries, and all he pursues is the pinnacle of art. Hu Hao smiled lightly, slowly closed his eyes, and silently said in his heart: Dad, Mom, it's good that you are over there, let you wait too long, the child is here. The picture is permanently plunged into darkness.

Earthquake is coming!!

There was a cool feeling on his face, he slowly opened his hazy eyes, shook his drowsy head, and his vision gradually became clear, Hu Hao found himself lying next to a garbage heap, and while getting up, he recalled that he had encountered an earthquake, and slowly felt that something was wrong.

Wait a minute

Moving his gaze down, his face full of incredulity, he muttered, "How can I stand up and have more than one leg smaller?"

Rao is usually very calm Hu Hao also stayed for a while before coming back to his senses and sitting on the ground again, with a little more hazy memory in his mind, looking at the thin body of goodbye, about ten years old, turned out a wooden sign on his body, which was engraved with the words "Gu Yuelai".

"Gu Yuelai, my name?" Hu Lai had already reacted, because of the earthquake, he came to another world, because a memory that did not belong to him slowly came to his mind.

Hu Hao didn't feel excited or excited, because it was similar to his previous life, from the hazy memory, Hu Hao only knew that Gu Yuelai was alone like an abandoned child, wandering around, not knowing where he came from, who his parents were, only a wooden sign that has always been by his side can know his name, and he can feel relieved that he has the ability to act, and God is finally not too ruthless.

Tightening the wooden card in his hand, he looked up at the gloomy sky, and the cool feeling of light rain floating on his face told him that it was real. Standing up again, he walked step by step into the distance, leaving a lonely back in this bleak environment

"Name?"

"Hello, my surname is Hu Minglai," replied a boy dressed in tatters who looked like a little beggar to the man who was buried in front of him and was writing his name on the desk.

That's right, this is the reincarnated Hu Hao. Hu Lai is his own name. The reason why he is not called Gu Yuelai is because Hu Lai is very sensitive to kindness, but now he is like an abandoned child, no matter what the reason, he would rather change to Hu in his previous life than his surname Gu Yue. He has been in this world for half a month, and he knows that he is in a world called Wanling Continent, and he is in a small city called Yuehua City in the Crescent Moon Empire of the continent, and he doesn't know much about the others. After half a month of inquiry, I learned that the Liu family, one of the best in the city, suddenly wanted to learn to paint because the eleven-year-old son of the head of the family suddenly wanted to learn to paint, so he recruited painters for this purpose, and the requirements were not high, only mentioning that he could paint well and be able to teach, and the treatment was not bad. When Hu Lai first arrived, he always wanted to support himself first, so he made some preparations to apply for the job.

"Hu Lai, hehe, interesting name" Listening to Hu Lai's immature voice, the middle-aged man who buried his name knew that Hu Lai was not very old, so he looked up, but found that Hu Lai was dressed as a beggar, but he looked very serious, and couldn't help but blush, "You really want to come to Hu Lai, right?"

Hu Lai also knew that he couldn't succeed in doing this, so he shook it without a trace, and a few pieces of paper fell down, but the paintings on several pieces of paper were exactly the same. The housekeeper who was about to drive people saw Hu Lai who was picking up paintings, and he couldn't help but glance at a few paintings, isn't this painting the young master of the Liu family, Liu Cheng? It seems that he looks much better than a real person, and there are some secret ways in his heart. Then he said loudly: "Your name is Hu Lai, right, this is all painted by you?"

Hu Lai promised while picking it up: "Naturally, I painted it." ”

"Come in with me. After the housekeeper finished speaking, he walked into the gate of the Liu family.

Let those who are queuing dare not speak out, and beggars can also be recruited?

"Yes. Hu Lai agreed loudly and hurriedly followed, but he was relieved in his heart. Hu Lai thought about this method for a long time before he came up with it. Liu Cheng has also seen it in the past half a month, and it is naturally easy for Hu Lai to draw a portrait of the other party, and it is not a problem for Hu Lai to paint him as the emperor if he wants to have enough materials, and when he learned that the technology in this world is not advanced, he did not say that he made copies, so he painted a few more pictures to increase his credibility, and there was this scene just now.

"Brother Hulai, right? Hehe, good name, come on, come on, draw another young master, be handsome, you and I will mix up after you draw well." Hu looked at the eleven or twelve-year-old boy, the fat figure looked slightly "taller" than his peers, and what was funny was that his round head had a short hair with a middle part, which was really a bit of an image. But it looks like a person is not bad, and I don't think Hu Lai is dressed as a beggar, and he calls him a brother directly, and he is full of energy when he speaks, which is very cute.

Hu Lai smiled slightly, picked up the pen and drew on the drawing board in front of him, and Liu Cheng appeared completely on the drawing board in the middle of the sound. And Liu Cheng on the side was looking at it and nagging "Hehe, this painting is good, my eyeliner should be like this, eh, yes, I look half handsome, especially this hair is painted well, look at this middle point to share, how energetic, okay, Brother Hulai, you will mix with me in the future, haha, this painting is so handsome!"

No matter what kind of painting Hu Lai makes, even if it is simple, he will concentrate on painting, Rao is like this, and he laughed when he heard Liu Cheng's "comment". In this way, Hu Lai temporarily lived in the Liu family compound.