It was a very dark night, so dark that there was not a star in the sky.

It's already winter, and although it hasn't reached the freezing of three feet, it's also bitterly cold.

In the deeper frosty silence of the night, the painter stood at the door with an old lantern, anxiously waiting for the light and dust that had not returned.

Yingying is like a bean, the faint light lingers on her picturesque eyebrows, the cold wind is whistling, and the yellow light is blowing and swaying, shaking her heart up and down.

With the skills of light and dust, and the eighteen golden Buddha protectors, the painting heart is not worried that something will happen to him, but that he will not come back.

He, is he really gone?

I was shocked that the lovesickness was not revealed, and the original love was deep in the bones.

Only then did she realize that she had unconsciously become so dependent on him.

"Mother, it's so cold at the beginning. ”

After standing in the cold wind for a long time, the heart of the painting is cold, and the cold is shivering at the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, and I can't stand it.

The painting heart stroked the lower abdomen, wanting to cover the cold wind for the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, but the cold hand couldn't stop shivering.

Qing Chu kicked in dissatisfaction, "Mother, where is Daddy? ”

The painting heart ached, and he almost burst into tears, "Your father...... I probably couldn't find my way home. ”

The little guy also seemed to be sad, paused for a moment, and then gently kicked the heart of the painting, "Then the mother is not going to find Daddy." ”

Huaxin looked at the boundless night and didn't know how to answer him.

The little guy kicked again, "Daddy is lost, if my mother doesn't go to Daddy, Daddy will be sad." ”

"But your father said that as long as his mother doesn't leave home, he will definitely come back. The mother is afraid of leaving, and he will be anxious when he comes back and can't find his mother. "Painting the heart caressing the stomach, I don't know if I am comforting Qing Chu or comforting myself.

After waiting for another hour, Huaxin's legs were a little numb, she couldn't stand still, and she didn't know where to look, so she had to carry the lantern and follow the path where Heguang Tongchen usually collects medicine and went to the mountains with her intuition.

The farther you go into the mountains, the deeper the night, the more bleak the wind, and the lonely graves in the mountains will have stars and ghosts flickering, dancing weirdly on the dark mountain road.

The more the heart of the painting goes, the more panicked he becomes, and there is no trace of the same dust as the light everywhere, a gust of wind is whistling, and the wind blows the cry of unknown people.

Through the faint light of the lantern, he saw a woman in white kneeling by the stream, with a thin back, her hands folded, and her mouth chanting, I don't know whether she was repenting or praying.

The painting heart that was accustomed to living in Jiuyou was not afraid of the dark, let alone any demons and monsters, so when he saw the woman, he didn't feel how weird and penetrating, but he was curious and pitiful in his heart, so he walked slowly with a lantern.

Standing next to her, because she had a big belly and couldn't squat down, Huaxin simply lowered her body and sat on the grass to look at her.

The woman's long hair was draped in such a way that she could not see her drooping face clearly.

The mountain wind blew the candle flame in the lantern, and the woman raised her head against the night dream, and her face was clearly reflected in the eyes of the painting little by little, with a miserable white face, dry lips, deep-set eyes, and a cold smile.

Huaxin didn't remember this face, but he was familiar with the vicious light in his eyes.

When she realized the danger, the candle in the lantern suddenly went out, and she could hear the words that were in her mouth, not repentance or prayer, but vicious curses.

The curse is the goddess painting the heart.