"Big brother, do you understand?"

The man shook his head calmly: "No." ”

The monk touched his head: "Coincidentally, the little monk didn't understand." ”

"It doesn't matter." The man took a deep breath: "We have a lot of time. ”

Since that day.

The man and the monk lived in a deserted mansion.

There were dry fields around the mansion, and there was no plough, so the monk went down the mountain to buy seeds, ploughed the fields, planted the land, watered and fertilized, and his life became more and more fulfilling.

In front of the court, the man who has no legs is always in front of the court, sitting and watching the falling leaves at dusk and the morning dew in the morning sun.

When he came home, he seemed to be a different person, always quiet, and every dusk, there would always be a childlike smile on his vicissitudes of life.

Lived in the mansion unknowingly for two years.

The old woman's health deteriorated, in fact, before the man went home. No wonder there is always a strong smell of herbs in the back kitchen.

】

In the winter of the third year, the old woman contracted a cold and coughed incessantly.

As the sun sets, the snow falls, and the mansion, which is covered with a thick layer of snow, is dyed with a golden glow in the afterglow of the setting sun. The man walked happily into the snow on crutches, letting the cold snow fall on his face, and the cold, moist, melting snow slid down the corners of his eyes, and he smiled.

"Ahem, young master, you seem to always like to watch the sunset."

The old woman coughed violently, looking at the young master who was walking crutches, she was distressed, but she couldn't help asking. This question has been in her mind for three years.

"And snow."

The man smiled slightly: "The color of the sunset reminds me of the yellow ...... of the desert The heavy snow reminded me of that mountain. Now, it's all together. ”

"I, I really want to see the young lady."

The young master once mentioned that he became a relative outside, and his wife was very beautiful, her skin was as white as snow, her lips were like cherry blossoms, her arrows were not missing, and her fists were very sassy - Aunt Mei didn't know what "Sa" meant at this time, but she could see that the young master really liked it.

"When you're well-healed, you'll be able to see her. When the spring flowers bloom next year, I will definitely find her back, put a stick of incense in the ancestral hall, pray for the blessing of the ancestors, give birth to a noble son early, and give you a cup of hot elder tea. ”

"Okay! Young master, you are handsome, young lady, she is pretty. Regardless of whether a boy or a girl is born, they are all dragons and phoenixes among people. The bloodline of the Gongsun family will not be lost to other people's families. Ahem, ahem—"

Every morning, men have the habit of getting up early to paint.

The monk went out to work and support his family. And Mei Niang will always fetch water in advance, polish ink, and prepare painting tools for Zheng Xiu. Zheng Xiu always said that Mei Niang's health is not good, don't worry about it. Mei Niang said that in the past, she was used to grinding ink and preparing pens for the master, but the old man was gone these years, and she was unfamiliar, and she was not used to it. Now that the young master is back, someone has painted again, she is very happy, and she is not tired at all. When Mei Niang said this, the man could only follow her.

The monk was dressed in a robe, and he went down the mountain to buy a few medicines and came back, his face flushed, as if he had met some happy event. "Big brother, your painting sold for a high price today! Someone understands your drawing! The ghost you painted, the thief and the evil door, the rich merchant said that he liked the evil door thing the most! As he spoke, the monk took out a heavy bag of silver.

"Tsk, people's hearts are impetuous."

The man scoffed and put away the silver. He knows very well that his paintings are not as good as bullshit, and the ghosts and ghosts he painted have no eyes, have no shape, no gods, and are no different from garbage. But the local tyrants who can't understand it like garbage, and they are extremely sarcastic.

After the monks stopped fighting in the past few years, the world was peaceful, and he learned a lot of skills by the way. Laundry, cooking, crackling, carpentry, embroidery, proficient in everything. From time to time, he will be as innocent as a teenager, from time to time as hearty as a bandit, and from time to time as shy as a girl.

Early that morning, Zheng Xiu came to the courtyard. The heavy snow overnight whitened the branches and the men's eyebrows.

When the man saw the empty long table, he was slightly stunned, and then sat down suddenly, looked at the sky, and waited for the morning sun to rise.

For the first time in three years, he didn't paint in the early morning.

Aunt May is dead.

After all, Aunt Mei still didn't survive the cold winter of that year.

She couldn't wait for the young master and the young lady to go home hand in hand.

She didn't get to see the four generations of her grandson's family in the same house.

The monk and the man buried Aunt Mei with their own hands, and solemnly placed her spiritual throne in the ancestral hall of the Gongsun family for seven days of worship.

On the eighth day after Aunt Mei's death, the man lit a fire with his own hands and burned down the mansion.

Since then, the Gongsun family has disappeared from the world forever.

"I want to meet Momo."

The man watched the fire burn the ancestral house to ashes, and in the dust, the silent man suddenly said something to the monk.

The monk was stunned for a moment and nodded vigorously: "Okay." She, in the Imperial City. ”

Back then, Xie Yunliu took advantage of Bai Xiaosheng's friendship to find a wealthy merchant in the imperial city, the rich businessman was old and had no children under his knees, and treated Xiao Tao as his own daughter.

It's been nearly 20 years since then. After Aunt Mei's death, the man suddenly remembered that there was an ignorant girl who, like Mei Niang, was grinding ink for him rain or shine, and at that time, he was concentrating on painting the Xie Luo River.

In the blink of an eye, the people the man knew in this world left one by one, leaving only the monk by his side.

He still failed to paint a "cannibal painting".

He didn't know how to draw "hearts".

It is not difficult to paint mountains, water, people, people, hustle and bustle, and the world. Only talking about Danqing's skills, he has already reached the realm of "Gongsun Painting Saint" in the past. But he still couldn't draw a "fresh" human heart.

The people are still "alive", and he can use thaumaturgy to secretly ingest human souls and condense the power of painting. But they are dead, and the man doesn't know what to do in order to paint the dead people vividly and vividly, and to live in the painting in an alternative way.

He still hasn't grasped that.

Thinking that the only people he knew in the world were monks and Xiao Tao, the man suddenly had a whim and wanted to see her.

Half a year later.

The two of them and a cat walked and stopped and came to the imperial city.

On the way, the monk looked at Xiao Meow, who had not changed in the past ten years, and wondered: "Big brother, you cat, has your life been a little longer?" ”

"It's not surprising that cats that can come back alive from the desert have a longer life."

Xiao Feng Meow proudly bared her teeth at the monk.

The carriage entered the city, and in the imperial city, singing and dancing were leveled, lively and prosperous.

The disability of the man's feet attracted the attention of the people and cast pity on them. Men have become accustomed to such prejudices over the years. When passing by the Zheng Mansion, the appearance of the Zheng Mansion was a little different from a hundred years later, and when the monk asked, the man shook his head: "No need." ”

Finding the family that fostered Xiao Tao, the man looked up and couldn't help but be stunned.

It turned out to be Jing's.

A hundred years later, his personal maid - Jing Xuemei's own family.

"Will it be ......?"

Such a coincidence made him feel a little inexplicably apprehensive. After knocking on the door to report their intentions, it turned out to be an elderly couple who went out to greet them. When they pushed the door, their eyebrows were full of anger, as if they were looking for justice, but when they saw the empty swing under the man's trousers, and the two dazzling iron crutches in his hands, the anger in the eyes of the old couple dissipated, and they sighed:

"You're late."

Hearing this, the man frowned, and when he was about to ask, the monk said bluntly: "Xiao Tao is married?" ”

The old man looked complicated and nodded.

The man's frowning brows loosened, and he smiled at the monk, the monk understood, and bowed for the eldest brother, and the man said gently: "The old man, acquaintance, passing by the imperial city, wanted to talk about it." Since it's unfortunate, forget it. ”

The graceful old woman in a luxurious dress opened her mouth, but did not say anything, and quietly tugged at her husband's sleeve.

Seeing that the two were about to leave, the old man couldn't help but say, "Please stay!" ”

The man and the monk turned back.

"Excuse me...... Two high surnames? ”

The monk said first: "Xie Yunliu." ”

The man was silent for a moment: "...... Gongsun Mo. ”

"Gongsun Mo, Gongsun Mo, Gongsun Mo." The couple chanted the name, struggled several times, and the old man finally sighed: "The little girl has always been inside, please come in." ”

The Jing couple brought them into the inner room.

Eventually, they came to a row of spiritual seats.

Xiao Tao's spiritual position is impressive - "The Spirit Position of the Late Daughter Gongsun Jing's Little Peach"!

Gongsun Jing's family! Gongsun Jing's family! Gongsun Jing's family!

"A few years ago, the little girl learned about the desert flying star, and learned that her sweetheart Gongsun Mo was buried in the desert. Last year, when she left, let the two of us write the surname 'Gongsun' in front of her spiritual seat. The Jing couple couldn't cry when they said this: "The little girl said that she couldn't marry the Gongsun family during her lifetime, and she hoped to accompany Gongsun Gongzi for a long time after her death. This is the little girl's long-cherished wish. ”

"Ha ......"

"Ha ......"

"Ha ......"

The man fell to the ground with a pop, breathing heavily, making strange noises in his throat hoarsely.

"Ah......h

"Ah......h

"It's all gone......"

"It's all gone......"

"Everyone...... It's all gone......"

"Gone......"

"I'm the only ...... left"

……

……

Little Momo's death was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

He walked the streets on crutches, like a walking corpse.

He can't draw, he can't draw, he can't draw.

"Gongsun Mo."

A well-dressed old man with a jade wrench on his thumb stopped him in the street.

The monk who had been quietly protecting the man behind him was stunned: "National teacher! ”

The monk had never seen this person when he was in the army, and he always felt that this person was not easy to deal with, and his intuition told him that the national teacher was not an ordinary person. Now reunited in the imperial city, the national teacher stopped the eldest brother and made the monk's heart burst out, and he had a bad premonition.

When the monk was about to step forward, Gongsun Mo and the national teacher in front of him seemed to be in two worlds, getting farther and farther away from him, the street noise was silent, and the monk could no longer hear any sound in his ears.

"Take the liberty of interrupting." The old man helped Gongsun Mo, who was stumbling, with a warm smile on his face, and he whispered in the man's ear in a tone that seemed to be demagogic: "I am the national teacher." ”

"Gongsun Mo" raised his head, and his eyes instantly ignited with rage: "It's you!" ”

"So you get it." Facing Gongsun Mo's anger, the national teacher smiled slightly: "You don't understand, the old man is doing a righteous act." ”

"Fart!"

"The old man doesn't ask you to understand the old man's lifelong ambition." The national teacher said: "But the old man can help you." ”

Without waiting for the man to answer, the national teacher extinguished the flame in the man's heart in the blink of an eye with a sentence like a surging flood: "The old man can tell you how to ...... the Xie Luo River." Swap it out from there. ”

"The old man can give back your love, Xie Luohe, to you!"

……

The national teacher took Gongsun Mo to a secret room.

The chamber was dark and deep underground.

It seems to be at the bottom of the palace, and no one in the world knows that there is such a place hidden at the bottom of the palace.

The sound of whining wind came from the hollow secret room, which looked like a ghost howl, and it could be seen that there was a ventilation vent above the hollow. Countless chains hung above, hanging empty, gently swaying with the breeze, and making a clanging sound from time to time.

"It doesn't matter if you hate the old man, or if you hate the old man! The matter has come to this, if you are willing, you will listen to the old man's words, if you are unwilling, the old man will send you away, and the rest of your life will be glorious and rich, and you will enjoy it inexhaustibly! ”

"Say!"

The man gritted his teeth and said a word, revealing boundless hatred.

"Xie Luohe was just taken away by Chang Yan, she didn't die. It's just that if you want to swap her out of Chang Yan, it's hard to climb to the sky. Only in the period of a hundred years, when Chang Yan is extremely close to Chang Shi, you draw your thoughts, draw your morning and twilight with her, and draw her ...... At the end of the 100-year period, you will be able to bring her back from Changyan! ”

"But I'm not an alien!"

"Now, you're here!" The national teacher laughed, his sleeve shook, and a miserable white and withered arm was exposed, pointing at Gongsun Mo. The moment that arm touched Gongsun Mo, it instantly seemed to come to life, grabbed Gongsun Mo's wrist and broke his hand.

The five fingers of the severed hand were curved like a large mouth, biting the man's broken bones and eating into his flesh.

After a scream, the corpse-like severed hand disappeared, and on the back of his hand, there were two more twisted black letters, like a birthmark.

"Sure enough, it's you!"

That night, the man shed a layer of human skin, and the human skin turned into fine powder and spread all over the ground.

Men are thinner.

The next day, a long table was set up in the secret room, and around the man, hundreds of piles of white paper were stacked, each one two feet high.

The secret room echoed with the voice of the national teacher.

"Jump!"

"Jump!"

"Jump!"

The moment I put the pen to paper, "Poof! The sound of falling water was heard in my ears.

Ink forms a bizarre image in the distorted world, and behind him are doors that have long been opened. At the end of the winding road is a cliff.

The man jumped.

That's the abyss.

He couldn't remember how long he had been missing, and he didn't know how deep it had gone.

At the end of the abyss, there is a door.

He slammed down on the door and slammed it open.

"It's missing."

"I can't absorb the souls of the dead from the world, but I can redraw them with my thoughts."

"Xie Yunliu is right, the third time a person dies is when he is forgotten by the world."

"I can't forget them, I can draw them."

"They're alive."

"Live in your thoughts."

The man's eyes are bright, but he is indifferent, and he writes coldly.

Twist the Luohe River lightly, tell a piece of paper, a love story from another world.

Who is it, who puts the story into the picture,

I read her as I put pen to paper.

Snow mountains, deserts, mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon, rivers and lakes, years.

He paints every minute and every second.

Day and night.

He would laugh when he painted snowy mountains, closed his eyes when he painted deserts, drunk when he painted wine tables, and resentful when he painted national teachers.

One by one, his paintings fell to the ground.

In every painting, there is her, there are them.

The scroll fell to the ground, twisted strangely, and turned into a series of demonic ghosts.

He could no longer hear the sounds around him, and he could not see the scenery around him. Even if the national teacher would take his paintings away every day and send them back every once in a while, he would not be able to notice it.

He didn't eat, he didn't drink, he didn't speak, he didn't sleep, he was getting thinner and thinner.

One year, two years, ten years, fifty years.

He is reduced to dry bones.

His body gradually bent, and his back crest was like a bow.

The whole person is seen from a distance...... It's like a hand.

A hand that can only draw.

It looks like a bony hand.

His reputation is getting louder and louder in the world, and he is known as "painting ghosts". It's just that no one has ever really seen the true face of "Painting Ghost Gongsun Mo", as if he has really become a ghost hidden in the world. I don't see his paintings, but I don't see his people. The legend became more and more evil, and his paintings became more and more widespread.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred years have changed, and dynasties have changed.

No one knows that under the underground of the Imperial City, there is a "ghost" called a painting ghost in the world.

Around him, there are piles of demonic ghost works.

Behind him, I don't know from which day, there is a small "hole".

That hole is getting bigger and bigger.

At the age of 100 years, it was the size of a palm.

Someday.

The man's withered palm pressed lightly against a piece of white paper.

In the secret room, the white paper trembled violently and flew into the man's hand from all directions.

All the papers are stacked on top of each other, and on the picture, the scenery is ever-changing, sometimes it is the scorching sun, sometimes it is the blizzard, sometimes it is a winding path, sometimes it is the desert yellow sand, sometimes it is the newlywed red candle.

In the end, the picture becomes a mountain, a grave, and a back, with the back facing her.

In the painting, the graceful back slowly turned around, the corners of the woman's lips were hooked, but the eyes were empty.

"It's just ...... Eye-catching. ”

The man closed his eyes, breathed faintly, and muttered, "Back then, I still owed you a painting." Now, I don't owe it anymore. ”

He bit his fingers and squeezed out the last drop of his heart's blood. On the tip of the pen, a little red slowly moved towards the blank face under the movement of the man's trembling hand.

When he was about to put the finishing touch, the man looked at the blank face, and he was shocked and completely frozen.