Trafford’s Trading Club

The wall clock just stepped in at 9: 30 p.m.

But since nine o'clock, Su Hood has been standing outside the corridor looking at this spacious room inside.

The smell of watercolor pigment comes out of the room from time to time, along with some gentle music. Until the last of the students had also completed a scan of a copy of David's counterfeit, they left at exactly 9: 30.

This is a studio.

At this time, the studio was dressed in a canvas denim apron, raised its hair, had a spiritual art teacher, long breath, looked at the studio where no one was in the air, and revealed a satisfied smile.

She started cleaning up the tools and stools in the studio.

“Third Sister...”

Su Houde called softly.

And he watched Rochu for half an hour, and suddenly he said, "Aren't you going in? ”

Su Hood hesitated for a moment and asked: "She... don't you remember me? ”

Rocciu said softly, "Remember Too Shady? I later asked him some questions about the Impressive Book of the High Jade Emperor. For each stage completed, one capsular phase is discarded. Abandoned is abandoned, she will not remember you who made the jade for her, nor will she remember you who made the jade for her... Why ask? You've been watching for half an hour. Don't you have an answer? ”

Su Houde sighed: “She is a Third Lady, but I can't feel her being a Third Lady... her eyes are not like this. ”

Su Houde bit his teeth and suddenly took a step into the drawing room.

Suddenly someone broke in, and now Qin Chuyu, a young art teacher who has not been called a fish for three years, said in surprise: “Sir, I am closed, can I help you? ”

“Third Sister...” Su Houde called softly.

Qin Chuyu revealed a slight alert gaze, "Sir, who are you looking for? ”

Although this man is not really dirty, he has a kind of sluggish look. His face is pale and easily makes people feel more prepared - at least, this is what Qin Chuyu looks like today.

Su Houde's heart ached and his face was pale again. He lowered his head in darkness, but sat beside him. The drawing board was next to him and Qin Chuyu.

“Sir, what do you want to do? ”

“Can I draw a picture? I can pay… just one painting time. ”

“Sir, I'm closing the door. If you want to learn to draw, you can sign up tomorrow. ”

However, Suhoud has grabbed a Da Vinci V35 from a tool tray around him, dipped in water and the scattered bristles converge to a tip, like a painting eyebrow pen.

Su Houde sat very straight. He closed his eyes, held the brush, and remained still.

Qin Chuyu has never seen a man make a pen that looks so focused. She couldn't help but frown - did the security guard at the mall come and kick the guy out, or did something to get him out?

Thinking about things, this strange man has already started to do it.

He concentrated on the pen, and without looking at her, there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

Rub, spot, outline.

Strange colors are inserted into the pen. Qin Chuyu walked behind Su Houde in curiosity and took a look before leaving.

This is not a Western painting, and this man is actually painting ink with a watercolor brush as if it were a brush.

But... what he outlined seemed to be a picture of a woman in a palace.

Smiley and natural, the person in the painting seemed to gradually jump out of the paper. Qin Chuyu opened her mouth slightly. The woman in this painting seemed to use her as a template.

Su Houde started writing on the canvas, and he was also reading the words.

“Sitting on the yellow flower and waking up drunk. ”

“Dansand is a millennium pill, and it's hard to get rid of two frosts during the day. ”

“Behind him, the monument was self-righteous, and the puppet in front of him was at his mercy. ”

“In retrospect, dreams come true, and in the end… there must always be a breakout. ”

Qin Chuyu seemed to have been brought into a wonderful situation by the poem that came up with this question, and suddenly lost consciousness. By the time she returned to God, Su Hood had walked out the door and was about to leave.

There are a few wrinkled notes on the stool… it seems to be really paying.

”Qin Chuyu shook up. 'Sir, your painting...

“Here you go. ”

Su Houde closed the door.

Qin Chu consciously grabbed the banknotes on the stool under the rain and rushed out of the drawing room, but saw that the corridors on both sides were empty. Can you still see anyone there?

Before she returned to the painting, she felt a little strange this evening... wonderful.

……

……

“She really forgot me... and she forgot herself...”

Outside the mall, Su Houde sat on the edge of a music fountain that had been shut down, staring at the unclear night sky and suddenly saying: "Once upon a time, the stars were everywhere. ”

“There must always be a scatterfield.” Lochu sat down and sat beside Su Houde, whispering: “There was also a dispersal. ”

“What exactly have I been floating around for the last 500 years?” Su Houde looked at Lochu.

Lochu shook his head.

How do you know that there's no such thing as wisdom that precipitates for countless hours?

If you just can't say it, your face as a club owner can't hang up, so you have to be like an old monk: “I'm tired of love. ”

Su Houde was stunned.

He suddenly laughed, laughed haha, laughed sadly. He suddenly stood up and opened his hands, leaving the fountain behind him to fall and sink into the water.

A long time later, Su Houde bluntly said: "It's over… take what you want. This painful memory, don't do it. ”

Luo Qiu nodded and reached out to grab Su Houde.

Some light, eventually caught in Lochu's palm, while Su Houde suddenly stood up and felt his own change.

He felt something coming off his body, and the whole person started to get lighter and lighter, "I... what happened to me? ”

“Let you float for 500 years to see the insistence of Sanma Fish again. What are the sources of obsession? It should be about that sentiment. You said it was painful because you loved it so much. ”

"But without all these wonderful memories, where does your obsession come from? There must always be a scatterfield… there must always be a dissipation. ”

“Really... me too...”

He closed his eyes in the end.

When Su Hood opened his eyes again, he just felt cold and terrible, “Where am I...? Who are you?”

The jade maker of previous generations has disappeared, and now it is only Su Houde himself - he has also forgotten this absurdity.

So here comes the problem.

Who suddenly fell into the pool, he suddenly saw a guy in a mask sneaking up in front of him, and it felt bad.

"It doesn't really matter who I am… What matters is, have you forgotten something? ”

Su Houde frowned and lost consciousness for a while: “I seem... a little confused. ”

Lo Qiu placed several notes on the ground, "You forgot that your family was worried about you, only that you had an accident. ”

“What?”

Su Houde suddenly panicked like a ghost... the guy in front of him is gone!

“Damn...”

He suddenly hit the spirits, rang what the strange family had said, subconsciously pulled out his phone, and the call showed that it had already been brushed off by family and friends.

He had to be stunned: "How long has it been since I've been home? ”

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