Prince,Goodbye

Cong Yue doesn't know how to convert the time ratio between dreamland and the outside world. In short, she stayed in the dreamland for half a month without any ties with Duan twilight.

Although there was only an aisle between the two people, and although she could see the familiar face as long as she had a partial head, she did not.

Two people are like two parallel lines in the same space, always driving side by side, but never intimate.

Until, on the sixteenth day.

On this day, the condensation month came to the school as usual, and Duan mubai also sat behind the table less than one meter away from her.

After they sat down, no one gave anyone a look, so they began to take out their books and prepare for class.

After a while, the teacher came to the school.

The old man with white hair and white beard stroked his long white beard. Although he was old, he was full of vigor: "today, let's not read books, but paint instead!"

As soon as this speech came out, all the people in the school burst out with excited Laughter: "you can finally stop reading!"

"But painting? That's what Duan mubai is good at. In fact, it's no different from reading. After all, we can't compare him with reading or painting. "

Everyone you say me a word, soon the atmosphere will arch toward high, tide.

No matter how the mood of these people is, the master decided to paint, and naturally there is no way for people to change.

Condensation month, of course, has no opinion about this.

In fact, after staying in this dreamland for more than ten days, she has gradually adapted to the peaceful life inside, and even enjoys it.

She felt that after she and Duan mubai met again, they determined each other's wishes. She would take time to go back to the human world to look for her father. After making sure that her relatives and friends were safe, she could find a quiet city or village in the underworld and live such a peaceful life.

With the master's order, she broke the brush, sharpened the head of the brush according to the Convention, and then dipped it in ink to depict a picture.

It was a picture of the sunrise on the sea. Although the whole painting was written in black and white, at first glance, it was very vicissitudes and silence, but it was amazing to see the magnificent beauty of sunrise on the surface.

When the sky tears the darkness and colors the sea level with different colors, the sky and the earth are bright at that moment.

Under the light of the sky, on a flying sword, two books stand side by side.

On one side of the desk, there are ink brushes, paper and inkstones. Although the patterns on the paper are very vague, people can vaguely see that what is painted on the paper is the sunrise map on the sea.

On the other desk, there is a long piano.

"One painting, one playing the piano, enjoying the beautiful sunrise on the sea together This artistic conception is really beautiful. "

Condensation month just finished writing, heard a sigh behind the body.

She turned her head and saw that the master with white beard did not know when he appeared behind her.

Seeing her, the master stroked his white beard and sighed: "it's a pity that we haven't seen the sun in the underworld for hundreds of thousands of years."

The condensation of the month for a while, suddenly out of a cold sweat.

For hundreds of thousands of years, we have never seen the sun

The painting she painted

Just as she was thinking about how to achieve the goal, a cold and familiar voice rang out: "sunrise is not necessarily beautiful. The description of the beautiful sunrise comes from the people of the underworld. Since ancient times, the aesthetics of the human world and the underworld have been different. They think it's beautiful. We may not like it. "

This cold and indifferent voice

Condensation month follow sound to see, see, Duan Twilight white do not know when to look over.

As the moon turned to look, he said coldly: "nondescript painting tools, strange painting styles, fantastic paintings How beautiful is such a painting? "

All the people in the school were stunned by the disparaging evaluation.

Cong Yue blinked her eyes and almost suspected that her painting was really rubbish.

She looked at the twilight, and then looked down at her painting. In her dark eyes, there was a reflection.

Looking at Cong Yue's silent appearance, people thought she was hit. The teacher patted her shoulder and comforted: "cold classmate, you don't have to feel sad. After all, people's aesthetic is different. Although Duan mubai doesn't like the composition and artistic conception of your painting, the rest of us think it's very beautiful. "

He raised his eyes to Duan mubai and blinked his eyes vigorously: "classmate Duan, although everyone has freedom of speech, it is too much to belittle such a good artistic conception if you belittle it as worthless?"

Duan mubai didn't feel that he was wrong. He snorted coldly: "if it's not good, it's not good. If it's hard, I have to say praise words against my heart because I'm afraid of the mood of some people."

This disgusting attitude has no respect.

For a moment, everyone in the school felt embarrassed for the condensation month.After all, I can still remember the scene when I was staring at the twilight on the day of condensation month.

Everyone thought that this good-looking cold girl would be hurt and hurt her self-esteem.

Under the gaze of the people's worried eyes, Cong Yue is smiling: "master, don't worry, I won't feel hurt self-esteem."

"But, cold schoolmate..."

The master's old face was full of pity. Obviously, for the Self Justification of Cong Yue, he thought she just wanted to honor her.

Cong Yue shrugged her shoulders and said sincerely, "I really feel OK. First of all, you are right, master. People have different aesthetic standards. Therefore, I don't think that everyone will like my painting. "

"Second This painting of mine is not for Duan. Therefore, he doesn't like it. I don't care. "

She really wanted to draw it to Duan mubai, but she was not the cold faced, cold hearted guy in front of her.

But the one who connived her to call him Duan er.

That, for her willing to pay all the stupid.

That, again and again for her, and choose to sacrifice their own fool.

Duan Mu looks at her without expression and leaves the school.

After Duan mubai left, the people in the school were far away from the condensation moon and gathered together to start whispering.

"What kind of woman do you think Duan likes? In the past, those women were like wild bees and butterflies. Although they were beautiful, they were too annoying. He would not like them. I can understand that. "

"But Leng is so calm and wise, beautiful and good-natured. Even such a woman, he doesn't like it. Do you think there is something wrong with him?"

"Is it possible that he doesn't like women, but men?"

Condenses the moon mouth corner to draw.

What kind of jumping off thinking is this

After listening to the gossip for a while, seeing that she could not get any useful information, she withdrew her thoughts and began to think seriously.

No one had told her the ratio of time in the fantasy world to the real world before the test began.

Now, she has been in the dreamland for 16 days. What about the outside?

If she went out now, would she be selected?

She really didn't want to waste any more time in this, because the more she looked at the segment of Twilight which was transformed from the fantasy, the more she missed the real Duan twilight.

She does not want to continue to see the false Duan mubai for a moment, just want to go out and find a way to see the real Duan mubai.

Touch him, feel him.

Only in that way can her missing feelings be relieved.

But

Through this trial, it is the simplest way for her to see the twilight.

If out of this boring game, she will have to go to hell.

However, the three masters in the palace of the underworld, she is not an opponent if she takes one alone.

Now, those three people are very strict with the selection of Princess Ming. If she really breaks through, she will be shot dead by those three people if she can't wait to see Duan mubai.

In particular, Bo Ji, who has been covetous for a long time, and the old man who looks gloomy and not easy to provoke.

"Forget it. Wait a minute."

After all kinds of thoughts in the mind over again, condensation month soon decided to be a little bit calm.

Lost a period of twilight for such a long time, she has survived, not short of these days.

Thinking about it, she would continue to have a class at ease in the school. If she could not cause Duan twilight's bad feeling, she would not provoke her.

Two more days passed in peace.

During these two days, Duan mubai's attitude towards the condensation month became worse and worse.

Once upon a time, Duan mubai just ignored her and regarded her as air.

But now, every time he passed her, she could feel the unusual cold air.

It's a kind of resistance that comes from the extreme disgust.

Condensation month only feel, inexplicable.

How did she provoke him?

The strangest thing is that he hated her so obviously, but why didn't she get out?

On the 18th day, Duan mubai did not come to school.

On the nineteenth day, he still did not come.

This situation is very wrong.

On the 19th day, the month of condensation was from the early morning to the evening, but Duan mubai did not show up. She finally could not sit still and took the initiative to find the master to inquire about the situation.

He stroked his long white face I don't know what's wrong with Duan. He has never been absent from school and seldom asks for leave. "

Never?

That's not right.

Is this a hidden plot?

Condense month purses lip, hastily asks: "that teacher can know, Duan classmate's home lives where?""I know that. You wait, I'll go with you!"

Under the guidance of the master, Cong Yue soon found the location of Duan mubai's home.

When the foot stays in front of that quiet mansion, Cong Yue looks at the familiar mansion in front of her eyes, and her consciousness appears a momentary trance.

this residence is as like as two peas in the mansion of the world.

This is Duan Fu!

She bit her lower lip, and though she was full of questions, she could not ask.

God knows if this fantasy has a recording function.

If the people in the netherworld can see the scene in the dreamland and see her unusual performance, they will be able to infer that she knows Duan mubai in the world.

At the same time, she couldn't help being vigilant.

What do these people want to do after they have created a Fengjing Duanfu and named the Ming emperor Duan mubai?