The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

The whole house became so quiet and silent.

Only a burning candle flame in the corner of the house occasionally makes a crackling noise.

The rain surprised to find that the night wind leaned against the window frame and twisted the leaves to sleep.

His sleeping position is like a child without a sense of security.

Hold your knees with your hands.

Still squeezing that leaf tightly in his hand.

The night breeze outside blew in, wiggling his thin clothes with his long, randomly scattered hair.

He was so weak and lonely.

The rain moved his hands and feet.

I couldn't help but throw a stone not far from the house.

Sleeping people are unresponsive.

Are you really asleep?

Isn't it easy to kill him now?

But what if this pervert is pretending to sleep?

Ultimately, the idea of "not entering a tiger's cave and getting a tiger's son" prevailed.

The rain jumped silently from the porch and flashed into the house.

The candles in the house burned to the end.

At this time of night, the whole room is darkened.

But the rain is golden fairy after all.

He can see every table and chair in the house, even if it's just a little starlight out the window.

He approached the night breeze carefully.

The wind suddenly grew out of the window, and the trees and vines outside made a noise of sand.

Even a few leaves were blown directly into the wind at night.

The raining soul was almost frightened, and he hurried away to hide.

However, the wind whistled for a while.

Night winds leaning against the windows never showed signs of waking up.

It only took a long and relaxing breath to rain.

However, at the moment of shock, let him take back the idea of killing the night wind directly.

The most important thing now is to save Big Brother.

If he fails to kill the night wind and startles them instead, they will have to be compensated.

Watching the night wind sleep in the cold wind.

Rain couldn't help but reach out and compare his neck to make a "click” mouth in silence.

He then stung his teeth and turned to walk into the interior quietly.

Shortly after the rain left, the night wind slowly opened its eyes.

Looking at the leaves that fell on him, his lips snapped shallow.

For the first time, the stars lit up in the eyes of those who had traditionally sunk like an abyss.

……

As soon as the rain came close to the inner house, it turned out to be a study.

No, it's more of a studio than a studio.

Apart from the door to the outside room, the whole room is completely closed, without a single window.

But in the center of the house is a yellow pear wood table.

There was nothing on the table, just a giant lit crystal, and the whole room was covered in fiber.

Forgiveness is the moment when the rains are burning to find the whereabouts of the clouds, but I can't help but be attracted to the contents of the painting.

Start with the wall on the left side of the door for the first painting.

Rotated counterclockwise, with sixteen paintings hanging in the room.

And the sixteen paintings actually tell a coherent story.

As a film enters the curtain, it slowly becomes clear what it means.

A heart that falls in the rain is unwittingly driven by the story in the picture.

By the end of the last painting, there was even an unspeakable feeling of sadness and connection in my heart.

Who are the two characters in this painting?

Are they still alive?

“Your Highness, would you like to hear me tell you a story? ”

Suddenly a familiar yin and soft voice appeared in his ears.