It was a painting.

The back of a woman. The soft-lined head melon, the hair is split into two strands, braided and placed on the shoulders, revealing a long neck with thin and square shoulders. She seemed to be standing in the wind, and the wind poured in through her neckline, blowing her clothes, which were so light that you could almost see the outline of the two thin shoulder blades on her back. She stood with her hands behind her back, her fingers hooked, her waist was slender, and her toes were slightly tiptoeing, as if she was looking into the distance. I don't know because I can't see her face.

But I was taken aback. Because I have seen the back of this woman, in dreams, many times. Too familiar, this back has appeared countless times in the background of my dreams, I don't need to look at it to know which direction her hair is being blown by the wind behind her left ear, so, in this bright sea of flowers study, in this inconspicuous page, I suddenly see this painting, a few brushstrokes, not colored, but vivid and familiar to jump out of the page, in an instant will turn around, greet me or smile...... I covered my mouth with my hand all at once, I couldn't scream anymore, I was already out of shape.

I plugged my heart back into my chest and continued to turn the page. It's still her, it's still her back, page by page, two braids of the same style, the only difference is that sometimes she leans a little to the left, sometimes she leans a little to the right, and she can see the lines of her ears, but she can never see her face.

It's like being in a dream, all you can see is her back, but she always refuses to look back. I suddenly felt a scratching discomfort in my heart, closed the album with a "snap", and without hesitating any longer, I turned to face the owner of the voice.

I don't know when there was a chair under the fragrant and beautiful flower waterfall, and the man sat in the chair. Dressed in a black robe and a wide black hat, his whole face was hidden in the dark, and his arms were resting idly on the armrests of the chair seat, revealing his two hands. It was the only part of his body that was exposed, his complexion was white and crystalline, his bones were clear and beautiful, and his fingers were slender and slightly curved.

I remember that when I was asleep, my brother once held my hand, pinched it one finger at a time, and told me that "when I see my hand, I know people", and almost all people's joys, sorrows, greed and desires can find the answer in his hands. If what my brother said is true, then this person's hands look unworldly, so frank and innocent, and even with a hint of hiding shyness, it really makes people feel good.

I couldn't resist taking a step forward. The man raised his hand to stop: "Meiyi, don't come forward, just stand there and talk." "Very polite, but completely inviolable.

I was ashamed and walked back. I touched my hair for no reason, and the braids were already hairy.

"Finally woke up. The man said, emotionless, as if he were speaking to a book.

"Yes. I replied obediently.

"Just wake up. It's not too late. The man said. I just stared at his hand, and the snow-white hand gradually clenched, and blue veins faintly appeared.

"The name 'good will' was given to you by the elders of your people?" the man asked. The palm of the hand gradually stretched out again.

"I don't know. When I woke up, they all called me that. I said.

"Nice. Kindness. He muttered something twice, and then said nothing. I stood awkwardly and didn't dare to speak. After waiting for a while, he still didn't speak, just sat upright in his chair, motionless. The hand does not move. I couldn't see his face, I couldn't see his eyes, I didn't know if he was asleep or staring at me, but my heart was hairy anyway.

"Hey, are you—" Before I could finish asking, he said to me in a low but clear voice, "Alright, go ahead, get ready." "Those two hands are palms down on the armrests, fingers so long, a little redundant.

Let me go? That's it? Oh, prepare? What are you going to prepare? I looked confused.

He seemed to refuse to say a word more, and waved his sleeve robe to let me go. The transparent white hand was like a small bird hidden in the black forest, poking its head out and passing by. I turned around in a daze, but I didn't know where I was going for a moment. Where's the door?

"Do you know the man in the painting?" the man behind him suddenly asked.

I was stunned, and when I looked down, I found that I was still holding the album in my hand, oh, it was the master's belongings, and I almost took it with me! I walked to the bookshelf, stood on tiptoe to put it back in its place, and replied to him, "The person in the painting, I don't know her." "For some reason, I instinctively didn't mention that I had seen the back of this woman in my dreams, and many times.

The man was silent.

Still unsuccessful, I gasped and turned back to him and asked, "What about you, do you know her?"

I don't know when he got up, his black robe hung down to the ground, his figure was tall, and the whole person was hidden in the dark, slightly holding his chest, slightly stiff. At this point, I didn't have the time to notice the position of his hands, because I was completely attracted by what was dangling from his chest.

It was a pendant, a jet-black five-star. He didn't see it when he sat on the chair just now, but now as he got up, the five-star fluttered slightly on his chest. It's not big, it's not eye-catching, and it has a heavy sheen. I just glanced at it, and I couldn't take my eyes off it, the five stars were like caves, so terrifying and so mysterious, that I couldn't help but want to find out.

There was the sound of brushing in my ears, countless hands appeared in front of my eyes, the fingers spasmed, as if they wanted to scratch me, there were faces overprinted and distorted, I don't know if it was a human or an animal, and the huge pupils poked the tip of my nose......

"I don't know. "Someone spoke. The voice woke me up. In a trance, the murmur disappeared, the fingers, the face disappeared. I stood in the bright study of the sea of flowers, my heart beating wildly, and my knees weak.

I must have been struck by the nightmare, I had to get out of here! I'm going to find my brother! But before I go...... My heart jumped, and I reached out to pull at the man's black gown—at least let me see what you looked like!

Then, there is no then. I distinctly remember the moment my fingertips touched the edge of the robe, my fingertips burned and went straight to the bottom of my heart!

Before I hit the ground hard, I heard a soft sigh.