[Thank you for the pink ticket of the single defeated golden girl~~~~~ it's the end of the world, it's cooled, it's so cold, it's cold, will it come tomorrow?]

"Cher, I'm sorry. ”

Luo Ershao stepped forward step by step, stopped in front of Sang Sang, only glanced at the works on the drawing board, and then stared at Sang Sang's face.

He traced Sang Sang's face inch by inch with his eyes, and engraved Sang Sang's appearance into his mind, as if he was looking at the shadow in his memory through Sang Sang, and he was in a trance and awake for a while.

Sang Sang was uncomfortable with him, and lowered his eyes and stroked the green rattan bracelet on his wrist.

"Cher, I'm sorry. ”

Luo Ershao squatted down and looked at Sang Sang at eye level, with pain in his eyes.

Sang Sang was silent, it should be said that after being reborn, she had the most complicated feelings for Luo Ershao.

The people who bullied her, she can let go of revenge, how to come happily, like Sang Shuwen, like the Seventh Master, like Zhu Lin who has not appeared.

But Luo Ershao didn't hate him to death, but he didn't want him to be happy, knowing that he had fallen for Xue Qianxun's hints, his heart was inexplicably a little happy, and a little indescribably sour.

No one knew that she had a heart for Luo Ershao back then.

Powerful, talented and good-looking, such a man does not dislike her past, nor treats her as a killer, gives her a stable life, lets her learn hand-painting etiquette, and even takes her to the banquet, a woman will be tempted.

Fortunately, before she really put her heart on Luo Ershao, Zhu Lin appeared, making her sober for a moment.

Scapegoat.

She's a stand-in.

Very good, in fact, she has already noticed it, but she still has a trace of fantasy, maybe Luo Ershao is God's compensation for her, isn't it, love, something that makes people weak, doesn't need to exist, she just needs to be a perfect stand-in, life is better than being a killer.

"Cher, I said it. Even if it's a mother, I won't let her hurt you. But when you're in danger, I don't know anything. She's my mother and I didn't expect her to be so crazy......"

Luo Ershao's confession. Sang Sang thought it was ridiculous.

Xue Qianxun is really powerful, Luo Ershao doesn't even want the love of mother and son because of her. Although Mrs. Yu was imprisoned because of the assassination of Luo Da Shao, this matter was poked out by herself, and Luo Er Shao actually ran to the illegitimate daughter who framed her mother to confess.

"It's not early. You have something to say quickly. ”

Sang Sang looked at the time and interrupted Luo Ershao's affectionate speech.

Luo Ershao's expression became more and more painful: "I'm going to start managing family affairs, and I can't accompany you anymore." ”

Sangsang narrowed his eyes, please don't think I'm looking forward to your company.

"In my heart, only you are the most important person in the world, and if there is only one person in the world who can live, I hope that person is you. Luo Ershao said seriously, stood up, put one hand on the back of the chair, and stared at Sang Sang's eyes: "Now me." I can't protect you. I will become stronger, and one day I will be able to stand by your side like my eldest brother, shelter you from the wind and rain, and hold up a free sky for you. ”

Sang Sang's scalp was numb, and he said in his heart that he was worthy of being a playboy habitually, and he seemed to be speaking sweetly from the bottom of his heart, but unfortunately the person he confided in was wrong.

And what does it mean to shield me from the wind and rain like Luo Dashao?

She looks so weak, so she needs a man's protection code?

Sang Sang pushed away Luo Ershao, who was leaning closer, took down the work on the drawing board, and put it into the space: "Although I don't need someone to protect me." But I wish you to get stronger soon. ”

Luo Ershao opened his arms and gently hugged Sang Sang before she retreated, his chin resting on the top of her head.

"Cher, I'm leaving. ”

Sangsang struggled: "Hmm. Good bye. ”

Luo Ershao took a deep breath, let go of Sang Sang, and took two steps back.

"Goodbye. ”

After Luo Ershao finished speaking, he suddenly withdrew the gaze that lingered on Sang Sang's face, turned around and strode away.

Sang Sang touched his arm that had already had small bumps, and frowned at Luo Ershao's back. The Luo Ershao in front of him is becoming more and more similar to the future Luo Suran.

Luo Ershao moved out of the castle that night, and Sang Sang returned to the room to find that there was an extra painting on the wall of the living room.

One of the ten wonders of the interstellar world - a shattered star.

This is the Violet Galaxy, the star named Ziyang Star exploded 10,000 years ago, and the whole galaxy looks like a violet nebula vortex from a distance, and there is still an explosion in the deepest part, which is very dazzling.

If Sangsang's "Starry Sky Map" is as soft as water, the nebula is pregnant with new life. That Xue Chihiro's "Shattered Star Map" is as hot as fire, and the strong color is like an exploding star, which wants to burn people's souls to ashes.

This is Yukichihiro's love.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the soldiers' spiritual power cultivation class ended, and Master Qi left in a flying chair, and as soon as the door opened, he almost bumped into Sangsang.

"Master......"

"It's children's sleep time, what's important not to say tomorrow?"

Sangsang looked around and caught a pair of curious eyes.

Master Qi turned his head and swept his eyes: "You are very idle and want to make up for classes?"

"Ah, hello little princess, it's time for evening exercises, let's go first. ”

"Good night little princess. ”

"Good night, teacher. ”

"Goodbye, teacher. ”

A group of GIs turned into afterimages, and the hula lala was scattered.

Sang Sang pursed his lips, took out the "Blue Water Map", held it in both hands and handed it to Master Qi: "Master help me see if this painting is harmful to people." ”

Master Qi blew his beard and glared unhappily, but he still took the painting, looked at it carefully, and stroked the water droplets on the picture with his hand, looking focused.

After a while, he turned his head to look at Sangsang.

"Are you going to give it to Xiao Lang, or Luo Yi?"

Sang Sang replied truthfully: "Xiao Lang." ”

"It's okay to give it to him. Master Qi nodded, frowned again, and poked the picture with his fingertips: "This painting uses your ability, right? The effect of hypnotic suggestion is very strong, and it can indeed speed up people's recovery." ”

Sangsang's eyes lit up.

Master Qi said again: "However, if it is too much, everything must have a degree." The reason why this painting can improve the speed of recovery is because the injured person is hypnotized, thinking that he has been treated, so as to stimulate his latent ability, which is equivalent to overdrawing the source of mental power in the future, and the young man with a strong body can use it. But for the elderly or terminally ill, it is an accelerator that leads them to death. ”

"Oh. Sangsang was a little frustrated.

"Luo Suran has collected a lot of healing works for you and hung them in the studio, you can look at them more, copy them more, and don't rush them. Master Qi returned the painting to Sangsang. "You're still young, others only started to learn the basics of hand-drawing at the age of twelve, and you can already draw original works, which is very good." Don't compare yourself to the great painters......"

Early the next morning, because he had to go to the Blue Star Studio early today, Sang Sang reduced the morning exercise time, and the breakfast time was also correspondingly early, and Sang Sang handed over the "Blue Water Map" to Luo Mo. Asking him to help transfer Xiao Lang also means indirectly reporting to Luo Dashao.

"Little princess, Aaron heard that you specially painted a healing work for him last night, and he was so excited that he didn't sleep all night, and he was looking forward to it. Xia Yi laughed as he drove.

Really well-informed.

Sang Sang secretly scolded himself and didn't answer his topic: "Brother Xia Yi is the captain of His Royal Highness's guard, so it's too big to be a driver for me." In the future, I will sit in and out of class, and I don't need to be picked up by a special person. ”

"Being a driver for the little princess is a hot job, and if the animals are fighting for it, it's better for me to go out on my own. The little princess is the treasure of His Highness...... Hey. Xia Yi didn't know what came to mind. The smile was a little lewd.

On weekend mornings, the campus is very quiet, with only the occasional machine security guard patrolling by.

"Good morning, teacher. ”

Goode was feeding the birds, and when he saw Sangsang, he nodded, handed the feeding tools to the mermaid robot beside him, put his hands behind his back, and turned around and walked into the house.

"You've arrived, come with me. ”

As soon as he turned around, the birds that had been chirping noisily closed their mouths. Sick and wilted in the cage.

The old man led Sangsang to his bedroom, where there was a door at the head of the bed, and behind the door was a long underground passage, flanked by abstract strokes. The automatic conveyor track emits a slight grinding sound, which is noticeable in enclosed spaces.

The mural looks like an overturned box of paint, with no logic to be found, but when it moves, the colors on the painting flow like two long rivers full of whirlpools. It's like a mysterious and bizarre time and space passage in a science fiction movie.

"Do you know how to paint?" the old man said suddenly, his voice echoing in the passage, looking very strange.

"Know a little bit about the basics. Sangsang replied in a low voice, his gaze withdrawn from the mural, and his eyes stared down at the tracks under his feet.

"The best dark work must be oil painting. The old man said, and the conveyor track had come to an end, which was a huge underground exhibition hall. The old man held Sangsang's hand and ordered: "Gather your spiritual power, don't look around." ”

The hall is well lit, as bright as day, but it still feels dark.

There are many columns in the hall, and there are large and small works hanging on the columns, some of which are covered with isolation covers, and some are placed like this.

Directly on the outside, most of them are portraits, each one lifelike, with men and women, old and young.

Gude is best at portraiture, and it is said that when he paints a picture, he will seduce a person's soul.

Sang Sang's gaze moved from the portraits, and he was suddenly startled in his heart, feeling creepy.

Although the models on these paintings are completely different, and their postures and postures are also different, the protagonists of each painting have a special similarity, that is, the eyes are too spiritual! Just look at the eyes, and think that they are living human beings, and their eyes will change. It seems that there are souls imprisoned inside, and they are trying to pounce out with their teeth and claws and ask for their lives.

"You see that?"

Goode stopped, turned to look down at Sangsang, the light shot down from above his head, most of his face was in shadow, grinning and showing white teeth, his expression was hideous and terrifying, those eyes, faintly glowing with green light, were very penetrating.

Sang Sang didn't panic, let alone scream like an ordinary little girl, and nodded calmly: "The soul hooking pen really deserves its name." ”

"It's very bold, it's good, as a dark painter, in addition to talent, the most important thing is to be bold. The old man stroked the nearest painting, which was a young girl with silver hair and purple eyes, piling up sand castles on the seashore, with an innocent smile, but the eyes became the only failure of the whole picture.

"These are my works, they're beautiful, aren't they? Don't worry, don't worry, even if I get my abilities back, I won't paint your portrait. ”

The old man's fingertips brushed the girl's crazy eyes, turned around and continued to lead Sangsang forward, to the end of the hall, where there was a huge painting, nearly ten meters wide.

The painting is a banquet hall, where the rich and powerful people dressed exquisitely and nobly gather in groups of three or five, some gather to discuss, some seem to be arguing, some hug each other and laugh, and some are full of hypocrisy. Some are proud, some are humble, some are angry, some are proud...... Everyone's demeanor is different.

[Steal the pro, please delay for 24 hours. (To be continued.) )