"Your mother will definitely ask you about the game."

"I told her that I didn't perform well, so I didn't get a ranking."

"Your mother must love you very much, she will encourage you and not blame you."

"Yes, my mother has been comforting me all the time." Lu Jianguo kept pinching the lighter, and he kept flipping the lighter in his hand, suppressing a very impatient heart.

Because he had to leave this world, he had a heart that had to go home.

"She said I was sick and didn't perform well, and I will definitely achieve better results next time."

"But I told her that I don't want to draw anymore, I plan to give up." Lu Jianguo became excited. He tried hard to restrain himself, at least not to make him look too excited on the surface.

He gasped violently, his neck was red, and the veins on his neck showed like vines.

"Because I can't see that gallery, that classroom, and face the people there."

"My mother is a very great woman. She didn't persuade me. She respected my decision. She probably knew that I had no choice but to give up because I was not a person who gave up easily."

"But she quietly bought me a new pair of brushes and paints, and she hid those things in a paper box under my bed."

"Because if one day when I decide to start painting again, she hopes I can start anytime."

"Although I always knew that those things were hidden in that box, I never touched them once."

"Three full years."

The little princess couldn't help crying. She opened her beautiful eyes and looked at the candle and the soft flame. The soft flame also reflected her red eyes.

He took out a piece of chocolate, broke it in half, and handed it to her hand a piece.

"Scientific research has shown that eating sweet things can make people forget unpleasant and feel happy."

She burst into tears and threw away her tears.

"Then you have to eat too." She fed the chocolate in her hand to Lu Jianguo.

He smiled, "I have chocolate allergic constitution." Although he said this, he still took the piece of chocolate from the little princess's hand.

"Hey me."

Without hesitation, he delivered the chocolate to her lips.

"Continue talking, you started drawing again later, right?"

"It was about two months before the high school art exam." Lu Jianguo recalled: "I had no plans to take the art exam, but my mother said something to me."

"She told me that there are things in life that you have to face. Even if you give up anything, you cannot give up your own life. If life and life cannot be in the same direction, then reality will only torture you more cruelly until you completely lose the courage to live. Because life looks down on those who have no backbone."

"At that time, when I first went to the studio, it was also very interesting."

"Because my high school classmates didn't know that I had learned to draw before, they thought I was escaping the pressure of the college entrance examination, so they chose the art exam."

"But when I handed in my first homework, everyone was shocked, and the teacher was so shocked that he couldn't speak."

"It's right that they're shocked, because even I was shocked by myself."

"I painted a portrait of Uncle Lu Fuquan. Although I have not touched a paintbrush once in the past three years, I have copied his portrait countless times in my mind."

"When I picked up the brush, it was like someone was holding my hand."

"It's not accurate to say this..." Lu Jianguo closed his eyes and recalled the feeling he had in the past.

"Do you know? That piece of paper, to me, is no longer a piece of paper, but a layer of water."

"That is, his face, his appearance, instantly penetrated the water surface, appeared in front of me, and appeared on this piece of paper. I even felt that I could talk to him, and he must be able to hear it."

"It's a pity that I've never seen him since then. I've asked people in the supermarket, but he just stopped working there very early."

"It's really a pity that I didn't have the chance to thank him. I think it's him who made me successful, whether it's painting or being a human being."

"I think everyone should be like him. Even if you are a stranger, you must make people miss you forever, so I want to be a person like him."

The little princess said: "If he is not in that supermarket, he must have found a better job, and good people will be rewarded."

Lu Jianguo looked at her and said, "Yes, you are right."

"So your painting skills must be very excellent?" the little princess asked again.

"It's okay," Lu Jianguodao: "But in the art exam, I did get full marks in the figure painting. From that time on, I had a very clear understanding of the feeling of painting portraits of characters. Even if I just painted a pair of eyes, others could easily identify who I was painting."

He tried hard to recall his memories after he was eighteen, but his mind was blank. He could not remember what he had experienced after the college entrance examination.

At least five or six years of memory has been completely lost.

He remembers that he planned to hold a solo exhibition when he was twenty-two years old, that is, the year he graduated from college.

But no matter how I think about what happened next, a black vortex seemed to appear in my mind, constantly rotating and swallowing.

He had a split headache, and the more he wanted to know what happened later, the more uncomfortable he felt.

When he was trying to escape from the black vortex, he realized that he could not escape.

He closed his eyes tightly, held the corners of the table with both hands, and sweating profusely on his forehead, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Fortunately, the little princess suddenly patted his shoulder and then he suddenly opened his eyes and broke free from the bad feeling from the chaotic vortex.

"You said you could draw Uncle Lu. I want to see what he looks like. Can you draw it for me?"

He agreed.

Perhaps drawing out the portrait of Lu Fuquan can help you remember the memories you will remember later.

He thought so in his mind, so he couldn't wait to take out the pencil and spread the white paper on the table.

He finished writing!

His arms were like they were uncontrolled, and they were flying!

A pair of eyes soon appeared on the drawing paper!

Just a pair of eyes, but full of endless malice!

That was a pair of terrible eyes, that was a pair of evil eyes!

This is not Lu Fuquan's eyes, whose eyes are this?

Lu Jianguo didn't know why he drew such eyes, but when he looked at them.

But I felt it, overwhelmingly - fear!
Chapter completed!