Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 60 - painting



  Chapter 60 Painting

   “…I’m sorry.”

“…It’s ok.”

  After all, you don’t even know how old you are.

   “Then these… do you want to hold it?” Xiaolan raised the token in her arms again.

   “Wait for you to find me, then give it to me.”

  Hearing this, Xiaolan retracted his arm and tucked the scarf back into the backpack.

   “Should I…how do I find you, I mean, where do I start?”

   “You appeared at the door of this room,” Hua Cong’s voice gradually became calm, “Then check from here…”

  From here?

  Xiaolan looked at the ink paintings hanging on the four walls of the room. Several grandmaster chairs leaned in the corners at will. The room seemed to be covered with thick dust.

   Will the clue be in the painting?

  Xiaolan approached the mural and took out the flashlight in the backpack to observe carefully.

   Then frowned.

  The pen is delicate and professional, and the ink texture makes the whole picture full of classical charm.

  I thought it was an ordinary portrait painting of landscapes, but after a closer look, it developed a big mistake in this painting.

  Although the tools and painting methods used are all antique, the content described in the painting and the clothing decoration of the characters in the painting are typical modern content.

  The room is not big, and the four paintings occupy the position of the blank wall. Although they are ink paintings, the tones of the four paintings are actually different.

  From left to right, it is light cyan, sky blue, golden yellow, and off-white.

  The sceneries in the paintings are all different, but in each painting, there are two little girls standing or sitting in the middle of the painting, splitting or merging.

  ”Is this…you and Huazhi?”

  Xiaolan approached the painting and carefully observed the happy two people in the painting.

   “Otherwise? Me and you?”

  Hua Cong replied irritably, Xiao Lan couldn’t help wondering where the flowers came from so many complaints.

  In the first painting, the two of them are running through the thick grass. The little girl in the front is wearing two braids, the girl in the back has loose hair, and the braids are smiling and waving at her.

  The second picture is a vast seaside. Two girls wearing flower-like skirts sit on the beach obediently. The waves rush to their little feet. Even if there is only a back view, the girls’ happiness is still in full swing.

The third painting, which occupies most of the area of ​​the frame, is an orange tree studded with fruits. The pigtail hides behind the tree and reveals a small face. There is a mischievous expression on the face. The girl with loose hair was scared and sat on the ground. , The big oranges picked in the bamboo basket fell all over the ground.

In the fourth picture, the face is full of snow, the girl with loose hair has a ponytail, and the pigtail is still a pigtail. The two people are rolling a big snowball, and they are putting the scarf in their hands on the snowball, like To make a big snowman.

  Four paintings, four seasons, what remains unchanged is the happiness of the two.

  As if infected by the joy in this painting, Xiaolan also showed a gentle smile.

  ”Are you a pigtail or long hair?”

“you guess.”

   “Hmm…” Xiaolan stroked the back of the Grand Master’s chair and took out the dust in one hand, “I guess you are a little braid, right.”

   “Cut… you’ve seen the appearance of flower branches, of course you can guess…”

  Oh yes, in the understanding of Hua Cong, I have seen Hua Zhi and talked with Hua Zhi.

   “I know what happened to you when you were young, what should I do next?”

“You! Why do you ask me for everything!” Hua Cong hates iron for not making steel, “I am the master of this world, very fierce, you, what do you only expect from me, are you going to starve to death here without me? ?”

  Hey, no way.

   Xiaolan held his chin and thought.

  As her first theoretical entry into the world, the Daoist should have taken her with her, telling her what to do at every step, what to look for, and what to prepare.

  But who would have thought that there is a parallel space in the world of flowers…

   “I’m so stupid, so stupid!” Hua Cong finally couldn’t help but yelled, “You just look at the painting, and you don’t understand when the flowers come. You have to look at those, those strange things…”

  (End of this chapter)


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