The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 29 The Clingy Little Milk Bag He's Very Milky (29)

When Steward Lei led Su Yin upstairs and opened the door, Su Yin smelled the faint smell of blood coming from the room, and immediately froze.

The detonator turned on the light by the wall, and the two of them saw Su Wu sitting in front of the easel with his back to them.

As the two walked over, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

When Su Yin approached, seeing the scene in front of him, his pupils shrank, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

The frail and slender young man was sitting in front of the easel with a paintbrush, drawing a slender and graceful figure. It was a girl in a red dress. Although she couldn't see her face, she could still feel the girl. She has a flamboyant and surly temperament, arrogant and arrogant.

It was just a back view, but for some reason, Su Yin immediately thought of a goddaughter she just met yesterday—Jiang Yu.

Detonator's distressed voice came from my ear: "Master, what are you doing! If you want to paint without red paint, can you tell me not to do it? Why do you need to hurt your body!"

Listening to the words of the thunder steward, Su Yin came back to her senses.

His eyes fell on the back of Su Wu's bloody hand. The red skirt on the drawing paper was as bright as fire, which was extremely dazzling. The ground was dripping with mottled blood. One could imagine how much blood was used.

"Awu, does it hurt?" Su Yin was so distressed that she couldn't breathe.

There are no dangerous tools in the room, except for the half needle lying on the ground.

The cold silver needle was covered with blood, and it was lying quietly in a pool of blood at the moment.

The young man in front of the easel acted as if he had never heard of it, just sketching stroke by stroke with the paintbrush in his hand.

The wound was still bleeding, and a large amount of blood was lost, adding a trace of sickness to the boy's already pale face, and his black eyes were empty and emotionless.

No matter what Su Yin and Steward Lei tried to persuade or say, Su Wu still didn't respond at all, just sat there silently and drew.

At the end of the painting, Su Wu's fingertips holding the paintbrush stopped slowly.

On the pure white drawing paper, the girl is standing in front of the dark castle, wearing a long red dress, prosperous and noble, her long black hair is slightly curly, and with a gust of wind, the long hair dances wildly in the wind, slouching and lazily.

There is no face, only a back.

But plainly, it gives people a feeling of surrender.

Compared with Su Wu's previous paintings, there is less oppression and suffocation, and more vivid publicity.

Su Yin looked at Su Wu's bleeding wound and couldn't help it. She was anxious, but she didn't dare to take Su Wu's hand to bandage it.

Pain is one thing, but more importantly, he is afraid that Su Wu will hate him.

Su Yin lived her whole life, her wife passed away early, and the only concern in her heart was her son.

I can't wait to hold it in my hand all the time, for fear that he will fall and get hurt.

In anxiety, Su Yin found that after Su Wu finished painting, he sat there quietly, looking at the painting without saying a word.

If the person in the painting is really Aunt Jiang...

Then I thought of Su Wu's different attitude when facing Mrs. Jiang last night, and when the detonator came to look for him just now, he said that Su Wu went downstairs to find someone.

Su Yin had to have a guess in her heart.

He hesitated for a moment, and tentatively spoke softly: "Awu, are you looking for sister-in-law?"

The fingertips of the boy holding the paintbrush paused in front of him. He didn't speak, but silently put the paintbrush aside.

Seeing this, the detonator was shocked.

Hey, the young master actually listened and reacted!
(End of this chapter)