The young man let go of Song Liuguang and stood up slowly against the wall, he muttered, "Drawn?"

He looked at Song Liuguang: "This is really all my painting?"

Song Liuguang was even more puzzled.

She did jump into the world of this painting from the outside, Ling Yanluo said that the city was going to disappear tomorrow, and a few people in the hotel talked about it being Linjiang Xian painting on the Linjiang Pavilion while telling others that there was going to be a big flood, so it means that Linjiang Xian was the author of this painting, and the painting recorded the day before the city was destroyed.

Song Liuguang thought about it, but she still asked: "Didn't you know that this city would disappear tomorrow? Why don't you know that this is a painting?"

The boy staggered: "Is this a painting? This is a painting?"

He seemed to suddenly realize something terrible, the whole person was trembling, his fingers were nervously writhing, Song Liuguang was frightened by his desperate appearance, she stood in place, looking at him in a daze, thinking about whether to continue to rush to Linjiang Pavilion to watch the play, or stay here to watch him.

Lin Jiangxian covered half of his face, as if he had a splitting headache, and he muttered: "I don't know, I don't know anything, so I'm also dead a long time ago?"

A voice interrupted him: "Of course you're not dead. ”

The young man turned his head and saw Song Liuguang standing in front of him, looking at him with a glittering gaze, and he said with an incredulous expression: "Everyone is dead, how can I still be alive?"

Song Liuguang couldn't answer this question, but she could see that this person was different from everyone she saw in this world—the breath of a living person.

In this world, the people she met along the way, although they could say that they would leave, their breath was rotten, and the whole person seemed to be just a very thin piece of paper, and their eyes became very slow, and their gaze was completely different from that of a living person.

But this young man, obviously like Ling Yanluo and herself, when he spoke, his eyes were clear, as if there was a steady stream of power pouring out from the depths of his body.

Song Liuguang didn't know, Ling Yanluo didn't tell her, her psychic eyes had begun to step into the heavenly steps, she had gradually shifted from contemplating things to contemplating spirits, and no one in this world could tell her about the mysteries, except for Ling Yanluo.

"What about the rest of this world?" the young man suddenly grabbed Song Liuguang.

Song Liuguang thought about it like this, Ling Yanluo didn't seem to tell her anything, she only cared about eating yesterday, and today she only cared about playing, and before she could ask clearly, Ling Yanluo was lost by his grandmother.

She helplessly broke the hand that the boy was holding her, "I don't know—I'm just here to eat." ”

The music of the stage wafted from afar, like a dark fragrance in the air, looming, and if you held your breath for a while, you could hear it.

Song Liuguang really wanted to go to the play, although he never understood what was being sung on stage. The colorful people are noisy, they fight together at every turn, the drama troupe in the countryside is very wild, and some plays that can't be on the stage can be performed, although most children can't understand it, but the excitement of the picture makes people happy. And it seems that he will never be able to watch a play once a year, so Song Liuguang's inferiority is difficult to change, he likes to watch lively things in his life, whether it is singing or singing, or quarreling with shrews, the more lively and exciting she is, the more she likes it.

She listened to the distant music and sighed regretfully.

"Shhhhh

Song Liuguang nodded helplessly, and compared his mouth: "I climb trees more slippery," she pointed to a big locust tree in the courtyard wall, "Why don't I go and squat on that tree?"

Lin Jiangxian looked at the tree outside Erzhang, and then looked at her, Song Liuguang felt that his face seemed to be whitened again.