Zhong Yin hasn't looked for her again in the past few days, probably because she has something to do, and she is also busy with her own studies, so she really doesn't have time to play with him. Jiang Lan still treated her like that, didn't want to see her, didn't want to talk to her, seemed to treat her as an enemy.

Because she had passed the re-election of the National Art Exhibition, Ruan Qing needed to draw another painting to participate in the final selection, and just as she was thinking about a new painting in the classroom, a familiar mobile phone number called.

She didn't give Zhong Yin a note, but she knew his number clearly, probably because he called too many times.

Ruan Qing was not very interested, because he was not inspired for a long time, so he was a little impulsive when talking to him, "What do you want to do?" ”

It seemed that he heard that Ruan Qing was not in a good mood, Zhong Yin didn't care about her, and his tone was indifferent, "There is a party in the evening, you come to be my female companion, I will go over to pick you up." ”

"Hey, I didn't," Ruan Qinggang wanted to refuse to say that she was not available, so she hung up the phone directly.

This Lin Zhengxiao will always be like this, arbitrary, and domineering!

Ruan Qing pressed a paintbrush against her chin, the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, thinking about what Lin Zhengxiao had done to her in the past, the power he played with in the palm of his hand in this world, and the justice in absentia, the more she thought about it, the more inspiration she felt.

The summer afternoon sun hits her body, and her figure looks a little illusory, today she tied a ball head very delicate, with a proud swan neck and a straight back, she sat on a high chair, facing a 1mX40cm drawing board, and she was the only one in the whole studio.

The environment is so quiet that she can only hear the sound of paint and paper dancing with each other, and at this moment it seems as if there is only a paintbrush left in her world, and she can use this brush to sketch thousands of beautiful landscapes.

With a few simple strokes, Ruan Qing drew a sketch of a seaside cliff, and on the cliff there was a man in a suit whose hands were locked behind his back in silver handcuffs, and he knelt on the ground with his head down, behind him were righteous policemen, in front of him were sinners like him, a helicopter was suspended in the air, turning the propellers, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, the wind was whistling in the ears, all the trees were blown and swayed wantonly in the wind, and the sea water violently beat against the cliff wall, stirring up huge white waves.

Ruan Qing pondered for a while, and then put himself into the painting again, the originally very depressing scene, after the strong dark blue tone, the strong emotions implied in it can directly make people cry.

Ruan Qing wiped the tears that had fallen, and she thought that it would be good if one day, Zhong Yin could really confess his sins like this painting.

Only when he is dead can she live well.

Only when he dies can he comfort those anti-narcotics police, the unsung heroes who guard us, and the ordinary people who were killed by him, her family.

"Lin Zhengxiao, you are a sin that will never be forgiven."

How bright the world seems, how cruel is the darkness that hides under the light.

We are actually very close to evil, so when the hand of fate pushes us into the cage of danger, may we all be as brave as we imagined.

Ruan Qing thought that if Zhong Yin didn't die in this life, she would no longer believe in justice.

If the belated justice is finally absent, then she will no longer believe in this world.

Ruan Qing may never know that during the time when she was in a trance, someone outside the door took a high-definition shot of her painting.

Until the evening, the acrylic paint that specializes in oil painting had not dried, Ruan Qing thought about the lack of classes in the past few days, and no one would come to the studio, so he simply covered it with a white cloth and left.

Because she was so involved in painting, it was almost seven o'clock when Ruan Qing left the studio, and she wanted to go back and change her clothes, because the paint stained the hem of her skirt, but Zhong Yin sent a message saying that he had arrived and asked her to go to the east gate now.