The Spirit World

Chapter 859: My Little Painter Who Loves You (Part )
"Hey!"

"Hey!"

"Hey! Look at the road! Look at the road!"

In a car, a person on the phone suddenly honked the horn and shouted loudly.

"You have no eyes! You are crazy!"

He stood in front of the car and slowly watched the black car drive away.

All the manuscripts disappeared.

In that dark day.

All the stories about them left his hands.

The young man named Gong Xin somehow found himself on the street, with empty hands and no money, but he kept moving forward.

How is it...

I wanted to write a story like this...

Forgot... forgot a long time ago...

It's not that I've forgotten it completely...it's just that what's left is so tiny.

"Hey! Asshole! Get out of here!!"

In another white car, a woman in a red shirt also came over and started cursing.

This may be as it should be, because the car in front also cursed him, so the car behind will naturally curse him as well.

Because he didn't leave.

Until a traffic policeman blew a quick whistle and pulled him to the traffic light, no one could bring him back to his senses, no matter how much he was taught or fined.

Gong Xin seemed to have heard nothing, so the traffic police left him aside.

When they got closer, pedestrians stopped to watch this man who had no idea what he was thinking. Then, as the traffic light ended, the crowd surged and a new round of people were waiting to arrive. No one knew who this man was, and no one even looked at him.

"I think... you should know... Chang Yufeng and Lin'er in your writing are not... what you think..."

A woman, wearing a black coat, stood in front of him.

She glanced at him with an overly indifferent look, then with a very simple hip-handed movement, she swung the edge of her windbreaker away.

"Lin'er has never been a naive person, nor is she a pretty wife who only knows how to wear red clothes..."

Everyone seemed to be unable to see this woman.

In addition to the black windbreaker, there is also the long white hair combed down like sharp blades, and the smart and beautiful eyes.

She is very beautiful and tall, tall enough to be taller than Gong Xin.

Then, he slowly lost his gaze and turned to look at the sun.

"They don't want you to tamper with their story... They love each other very much. Believe me, [Little Painter], you probably... don't want this either... right? Losing this story is like... losing yourself..."

Gong Xin slowly stood in front of her and finally looked at her slowly.

She didn't tell her name, but based on her appearance, Gong Xin seemed to know her name and where she was.

"Little Painter~ Sometimes, I wonder... why they are still willing to let you draw their stories... But, it seems that you have disappointed them once again..."

The woman placed her hand on Gong Xin's shoulder. The traffic was surging, and a new round of passers-by were quickly interweaving in the sound of the traffic police's whistle.

"And...I need to tell you something..."

"Little painter..."

Her voice suddenly became ambiguous, with a sigh and a "love" that she had never had before.

"Gong...Xinlin...is dead..."

Her sudden voice called out to his ears.

"Or... where did you go?"

who……

Congratulations...

Gong Xinlin...

younger sister……

Gong Xinlin... is Gong Xin's younger sister...

My sister!

There was suddenly some light in his eyes, and he suddenly looked at the traffic policeman. The traffic policeman frowned, was startled, looked back and shouted at him.

"Hey! Young man! There is nothing in life that cannot be overcome!"

The traffic police patted him on the shoulder. Although he had not received the fine yet, this obviously desperate man seemed to have recovered a lot. At least he looked like a decent person. "Don't be upset. Forget the fine...Okay...There is no fine at all. Just stand here for a while! Don't move!"

The traffic policeman is tall, and his green uniform sparkles brightly in the sun.

Then, red, yellow and green lights flashed one after another, and the crowd surged, and he really looked at those "lively people" - people who were incompatible with him, moving slowly and randomly, as if without any behavioral norms, leisurely, eagerly, and like crazy.

Walk over, run over, sprint over, ride a bike over...

Then, it slowly paused.

Because a new round of traffic lights appeared.

"I hope you can... understand... little painter..."

That woman, whose name she knew, appeared again.

With the final sound of romance, with the blackness of death that can be seen at a glance...

Her eyes turned dry, half of her body turned into white bones, and her clothes slowly rotted away, revealing her chest.

It was the fusion of white bones and red snow skin.

This is! Hate!
"Little painter! You know... you should... know me..."

"But I hate you..."

"I hate you so much that my teeth are about to break."

The bony cheek slowly turned scarlet against her blood-red lips.

This strange beauty must be too important in his life.

"I know you are sad now..."

Her voice still echoes.

"I know... you are very sad now... little painter..."

"But please accept... my gratitude to you..."

"revenge……"

revenge!

revenge!

revenge!

An eye for an eye! An eye for an eye!
Ancient rules.

She disappeared.

She came.
It's not like she never came.

At least she existed in his world.

Even now, when he has forgotten her, she still exists.

Take it, I! For your revenge!

These words echoed in Gong Xin's ears, but her voice was obviously much more shrill and mixed with anger.

But she was so regretful...

So much joy turned into silence... disappointment without joy...

Extreme disappointment...the hatred called love.

So calmly, it reached his ears.

"Hey, boy! What's the matter with you?"

The traffic policeman stood in front of Gong Xin, put his hands behind his back, and smiled slowly in the voice of an old friend: "Friend, I can understand... There are still 81 difficulties in the journey to the West. There is nothing insurmountable, really..."

In the world of traffic lights, there may be many pauses, and it is not always moving forward...

After a pause, the traffic police comrade who was afraid that Gong Xin might do something slowly began to persuade him.

"No matter what happens, always look forward! Got it?!"

The traffic policeman saw the traffic lights flashing rapidly and blew his loud whistle again.

When he finished whistling and turned around, the young man who was standing there had already disappeared.

The red light paused for a long time, and the traffic policeman's eyes lingered for a long time. In the sea of ​​people passing by, the young man standing there seemed to have really disappeared.

he……

Returned to his residence.

That's it.

(End of this chapter)