"Little Painter!"

Echoing in the empty corridor, the voice was crisp and dream-like.

"Little Painter~"

This voice, like a dream, suddenly remembered from the deep, dark, unlit corridor.

Lingering, a piece of infatuation.

"Little Painter—"

Her voice, as if she had to find his call, would not stop, lingering around her with the affection of this unconscious disturbing years.

"Little painter! Little Painter! ”

She ran, holding a bouquet of verdant, purple and red flowers.

The flowers are charming, and the gorgeous clothes on her body are also charming and intoxicating.

The light is in the front, and the darkness is in the back.

"Little painter! Little Painter! She stepped into the light and paused in the midst of the colours, revealing her smiling face.

"Woohoo! See what I found?! This one! ”

She compares the bouquet to a real heart, held under a huge, unpainted sculpture, and he, standing at the foot of the huge sculpture, sketches it one stroke at a time.

The painting plate decorated with prosperous colors floated smoothly between his left hand, and his right hand also went up and down, smoothing out the prosperous color.

He squinted and smiled.

"This~"

"When I was in the royal capital before, there were a lot of them next to [Huayun Lake]~ This kind of flower is called ......"

He sold a pass, smiled sweetly, and smiled happily at her.

"What!"

She ran to him.

Like his girl.

Her eyes would glow, sparkling with his eyes, all of his.

"What?"

Her breath was about to come to his face, and he could feel her burning.

Her white skin, so slender, the burning of her waist.

She came over, and she was full of flowers, how wonderful.

"It's called, Phoenix Iris, there is a tail called Phoenix Kite just like this flower, unrestrained like the sun, bright as fire."

He looked at her pretty eyes with fascination.

This is the hell of endless loneliness, and if there is any love, it must be, a fool's dream.

More afar, he gave the phrase back to himself.

At that time, he said: "[Chu Qiu is an infernal and lonely hell, if I love you, it must be, an idiot dreams. 】”

It's just that he hasn't said this sentence yet, and this girl is still so beautiful.

She didn't shy away from it, she didn't hide it, she was like the sun, like a scorching fire, in this lonely and barren place, igniting his heart.

He was dead, and he had lost his rebellious heart.

She was able to make his heart tremble effortlessly.

That's love, that's deep love, that's the flame of the sun.

"Ahem."

He coughed, and the color of the paint came to his face from the pen, like a needle of a little hedgehog, dyed blood-red.

"I have heard that the king's messenger will come here in a few days. I will also bring a lot of delicacies from the royal capital, and when the time comes, you won't have to eat bread with me every day......"

He also sculpted his face.

What magnificent sculptures it was, it took him a year to complete these two gigantic sculptures, and now, it's time to color his own masterpiece.

The magnificent king is naturally magnificent, with a natural greatness.

In fact, he really couldn't figure out why such a magnificent sculpture was made here, because no one lived here.

Even if you want to publicize the royal power of my king and the merits of my king, it should be in the capital, not in this place where birds don't.

But the king's command cannot be disobeyed, and where he wants to build, he needs to build.

This palace, which seems to have been built for a long time - no one has cleaned it here, and it is full of desert sand and dust - in fact, it has been built here for more than ten years.

But as long as everyone comes here, they will feel that this place has a palace that has been built for a long time.

"Good! Favorite! Food for your royal family! ”

How beautiful her voice was, like a squeamish sister, who came behind him and set the flowers, one by one, on his clothes.

A phoenix irise, like his eyes.

A phoenix irise, like his lips.

A phoenix irise, like his heart.

"Hmm...... When the time comes, I'll make you something delicious. ”

He laughed again.

"These flowers are blooming here, in fact, you don't have to pick them and put them on me, they can't live on me."

He didn't move too much, but gently brushed on the sculpture, and the little red on the sculpture was so gorgeous.

"Wouldn't it be nice to water the flowers?"

She was puzzled, and when the flowers were finished, she put her arms around his waist and lay comfortably on top of him.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, how beautiful, how comfortable the aroma of the color of prosperity was.

"It's not a question of watering or not watering......"

Naturally, he didn't want to be more reasonable, just laughing and spoiling.

"The flower loses her rhizome, just like a person loses a flatbread, it's absolutely unacceptable~ Think about it, how uncomfortable it is when you can't eat the flatbread...... The belly growls like an owl......

"Ah...... Is that so? ”

She also enjoyed this pampering, hugging his bony, slender waist.

This person should have eaten a lot less flatbread, otherwise he would not have lost weight like this.

But the flatbread seemed to have been given to her, so she couldn't understand what he meant.

She knew he was a painter.

He's been here for a long time.

When he came, he was a little painter, and now he is also called a little painter.

It's just that sometimes, he himself forgets.

He was ......

Abandoned here.

The phoenix irise, which has lost its rhizome, is shining.

Having lost his parents, he wandered in a hell of endless loneliness.

He may have been able to know even more distant how terrible this place is, how terrible it is, the Infernal Hell.

"Flowers! Where is it! Either way! ”

She shook her head at him like a puppy boating around him, tickling his waist a little.

Her voice reached his headphones, so firm and so soft.

"It's so beautiful in you...... That's it...... It's ...... I'm so happy...... ...... by all means."

"Can you know that it's happy?"

He was still laughing.

"I don't think so...... I think that when flowers are the happiest, they must be in the sea of flowers, and all the other kinds of flowers, blooming beautifully and sweetly...... That's good. to be happy. ”

And the little milk dog slowly opened his eyes.

"However, I can feel it, and now, these flowers, on you, are very happy, very happy!"

She saw the flowers she had embedded in his clothes.

How brilliant, how warm, how wonderful.

How unexpected, happy, happy, blooming.

Swaying and swaying, like a dream.

Flowers will eventually wither.

She didn't understand that.

"If you think so...... Perhaps, it is. ”

He spoiled her, the sky was dark, and the sea was rotten.

No one knows what the future holds, does it?