The Spirit World

Chapter 861 Her Existence (Part )
"Little painter!"

The sound echoed in the empty corridor, with a clear voice and a dreamlike joy.

"Little painter~"

This sound, like a dream, suddenly came from the deep, dark, dark corridor.

Lingering and infatuated.

"Little Painter——"

Her voice seemed to not stop until it found his call, carrying this unconscious affection that disturbed the years, lingering around her.

"Little painter! Little painter!"

She was running, holding a bunch of green and purple flowers.

The flowers were charming, and the gorgeous clothes she wore were also charming and intoxicating.

There is light in front and darkness behind.

"Little painter! Little painter!" She stepped into the light, stopped in the colorful world, and showed her smiling face.

"Ouch! Look what I found?! This!"

She compared the bouquet to her true love and held it under a huge sculpture that had not yet been painted. He stood at the foot of the huge sculpture and sketched it stroke by stroke.

The painting plate dotted with bright colors floated steadily in his left hand, and his right hand moved up and down, spreading the bright colors evenly.

He smiled with his eyes narrowed.

“This one~”

"When I was in the capital, there were a lot of them next to the [Huayun Lake]~ This flower is called..."

He kept it a secret and smiled sweetly, happily at her.

"what!"

She ran to him.

Like his girl.

Her eyes would glow, shining with his eyes, all of him.

"what?"

Her breath was about to reach his face, and he could feel her burning heat.

Her skin is white and tender, and her waist is so slender.

She came closer, and she was so beautiful with the fragrance of flowers.

"It's called Phoenix Iris. There is a kind of flower called Phoenix Iris whose tail is just like this flower, unrestrained like the sun and bright like fire."

He stared into her beautiful eyes.

This is a hell of endless loneliness. If there is any love, it must be a foolish dream.

At a more distant time, he returned this sentence to himself exactly as it was.

At that time, he said: "Chu Qiu is a hell of endless loneliness. If I love you, it must be a foolish dream."

It's just that he hasn't said this yet, and this girl is still so beautiful.

She did not shy away, she did not hide anything, she was like the scorching sun, like the burning fire, igniting his heart in this lonely and desolate place.

His dead heart had lost its rebelliousness.

She could make his heart tremble effortlessly.

That is love, that is deep love, that is, the fire like the sun.

"Cough cough."

He coughed, and the colorful paint came from the pen to his face, like a needle of a little hedgehog, and was dyed blood red.

"I heard that the king's messenger will come here in a few days. He will also bring a lot of delicious food from the capital. By then, you won't have to accompany me to eat cakes every day..."

He also sculpted faces.

What magnificent sculptures they were! It took him a year to complete these two huge sculptures, and now he was going to paint his own masterpiece.

A magnificent king is naturally magnificent, with a natural greatness.

In fact, he really couldn't understand why such a magnificent sculpture was built here, because no one lived here.

Even if we want to publicize our king's majesty and achievements, it should be done in the capital, not in this godforsaken place.

But the king’s order cannot be disobeyed, and he must build wherever he wants to build.

This palace seemed to have been built a long time ago - no one cleaned it, and it was filled with sand and dust from the vast desert - but in fact it was only built for no less than ten years.

But everyone who comes here will feel that this place has a palace that has been built for a long time.

"Great! I like it the most! It's the food of your royal family!" Her voice was so beautiful, like a pampered sister. She came behind him and inlaid flowers, one by one, on his clothes.

A phoenix iris, like his eyes.

A phoenix iris, like his lips.

A Phoenix Iris, like his heart.

"Well... when the time comes, I'll make something delicious for you."

He laughed again.

"These flowers are blooming here. You don't have to pick them and put them on me. They won't survive on me."

He didn't move too much, but just lightly brushed the sculpture. The little bit of red on the sculpture was so bright.

"Wouldn't it be nice to water the flowers?"

She was puzzled, and after the flowers had bloomed, she put her arms around his waist and lay on top of him comfortably.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, how beautiful, and the fragrance of the prosperous colors was so comfortable.

“It’s not a question of whether to water or not…”

Naturally, he was not willing to talk more and just smiled dotingly.

"A flower losing its roots is like a person losing his bread. It is absolutely unacceptable. Just think about how miserable you would be if you couldn't eat bread... Your stomach would growl like an owl..."

"Ah...is that so?"

She also enjoyed this pampering and hugged his skinny and slender waist.

This person must have eaten a lot less pancakes, otherwise he wouldn't be so thin.

But it seemed that all the cakes were given to her, so she couldn't understand what he meant.

She knew he was a painter.

He has been here for a long time.

When he came, he was a little painter, and now, he is still called a little painter.

But sometimes, he himself forgot.

He was...

Abandoned here.

The Phoenix Iris, without its roots, is glowing.

Having lost his parents, he wandered in the hell of endless loneliness.

Perhaps, only in the distant future, he will be able to understand how terrible this place is, a hell of endless suffering.

"Flowers! Anywhere! Anywhere!"

She shook her head on him, like a little puppy, drilling around in his body, making his waist feel itchy.

Her voice came into his headphones, so firm, yet so soft.

"It's so beautiful on you... that's enough... it will be... very happy... it must be..."

“Can you tell it’s happy?”

He is still smiling.

"I don't think so... I think the happiest time for flowers is when they are in a sea of ​​flowers, blooming beautifully and sweetly with all the other different kinds of flowers... That's when they are happy."

And the little puppy slowly opened his eyes.

"But I can feel that now, these flowers are very happy on your body!"

She saw the flowers she had inlaid on his clothes.

Phoenix iris, how brilliant, how warm, how wonderful.

How unexpected, happy, glad, and blooming.

Swaying, like a dream.

Flowers will eventually wither.

She doesn't understand this principle.

"If you think so... then maybe, it is true."

He doted on her, doted on her till the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and doted on her till the sea dried up and the rocks crumbled.

No one knows what will happen in the future, right?
I graduated and I grew up!

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(End of this chapter)