At the head of the bed was a cabinet full of paint, and the cabinet was also stained with a lot of colors, all the colors of spring.

On either side of the cabinet are two worlds.

At the head of the bed of the quaint old solid color bed, there is a statue of God who has been placed here for hundreds of years, the color of the frame has long been mottled and peeled, and the image in the frame is also full of the wrinkles and gloom of time.

In stark contrast is the wall at the foot of the bed.

On the dark red carpet, empty paint buckets were scattered all over the ground, and the paint that had long since dried up dripped onto the carpet, like colorful flowers blooming in different shapes.

And along the end of the carpet to look up, there, is a large dazzling sun, intense, blazing, like the falling light of Zeus in the world, is the light of midsummer, on the distant horizon is an endless sunflower, the light pours in the sea of flowers, a large area of flowers blooming, like the sun falling on the world, mixed with the bright yellow leaves, is a tail fish swimming in the sun, attracting attention to follow.

Ding Bao invited the sunshine and the sea of flowers into the house, and these enthusiastic guests showed their beauty without hesitation, and in an instant, those wild flowers on the carpet were born to the sun.

On one side it is old and old, and on the other side it is new and vibrant.

The fierce fire that burst out of the collision of scenes that crossed time and space turned into fire trees and silver flowers at this moment.

Bazaar was stunned and shocked.

He stared at the sunlight on the wall, as if the dazzling warm yellow also shone into its heart, and when he was shocked by the magic of nature, he was amazed by Ding Bao's painting skills.

Through this painting, he once again refreshed his cognition of Ding Bao.

Obviously she has been tortured by society countless times, and she has learned those despicable methods in the bruises all over her body, and after looking at her life experience, the world has not much kindness to her, just like a weed growing in the dark, there is not much rain, dew and sunshine, so that she has grown into a twisted and dark character.

But how can such a person, such a gloomy life, draw such a pattern born to the sun?

Ding Bao is a simple person, she loves money, and her love is known to the whole world, and she never hides it.

But when it comes to complexity, her personality is like a kaleidoscope, which can pour out many unexpected things, some dark and bright, some good and evil, some selfish and strong, and versatile......

Thinking of this, Bazahei looked at the painting again.

Ding Bao is amazing.

She is even more vivid and interesting than this painting.

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I didn't close my eyes all night, and when I threw away the brush, Ding Bao had fallen asleep on the carpet, just lying between a bunch of colorful paints, lying in the sun, her soft long hair was scattered on the ground at will, like a spreading flower vine, going up, the girl's face was dyed with a layer of red, and her childish appearance made her sleeping face look more soft, her petite curled up body was like a cat that had overturned the paint, and lay down casually after exhaustion, revealing the freedom and wanton in her bones, just like the sunshine and flowers on the wall, People can't help but yearn for it.

Especially the Tinting.

He had been in hiding in the dark for so long that he couldn't even remember his age.