After becoming a villain, I was forced to save the villain

Chapter 144 Didn’t Turn into Stone Today (45)

There is a cabinet full of paint on the bedside, and the cabinet is also stained with a lot of colors, all of which are the colors of spring.

On both sides of the cabinet, there are two worlds.

On the bedside of the simple and old solid-color bed, there is a picture of God making the world. This picture has been placed here for hundreds of years. The color of the picture frame has already been mottled and peeled off, and the image inside the picture frame The folds of time are dark and dull. In addition, this wall is a bottomless gray, like the fog in the forest that does not disperse for many years. A thin layer covers the wall and cannot be waved away. Can't wipe clean.

In stark contrast is the wall at the end of the bed.

On the dark red carpet, empty paint buckets were scattered all over the place, and the paint that had already dried up dripped on the carpet, like colorful flowers blooming in different shapes.

And looking up along the end of the carpet, there is a large piece of dazzling sunlight, strong and hot, like the lamp that Zeus has fallen from all over the world, it is the light of midsummer, and on the distant horizon is an endless sunflower, the light Sprinkled in the sea of ​​flowers, large expanses of flowers bloom in full bloom, like the sun falling on the world, and the leaves mixed with bright yellow are like fishes swimming in the sun, attracting attention to follow.

Ding Bao invited the sunshine and the sea of ​​flowers into the house. These enthusiastic guests showed their beauty without hesitation. In an instant, those wild flowers on the carpet were born facing the sun.

One side is old and stale, and the other side is new and vigorous.

That kind of scene collision that spanned time and space, the fierce flames that burst out turned into fire and silver flowers in this instant.

Bazahei was stunned but shocked.

He stared at the sunlight on that wall, as if the dazzling warm yellow had also shone into its heart. While shocked and natural, he was amazed at Ding Bao's painting skills.

Through this painting, he once again refreshed his understanding of Ding Bao.

Obviously, she has been trained countless times by the society, and has learned those despicable methods from the bruises over and over again. Looking at her life experience, the world does not have much kindness towards her, just like weeds growing in the dark. How much rain, dew and sunshine made her grow into a distorted and dark temperament.

But how can such a person, such a gloomy life, draw such a pattern of being born in the sun?
Ding Bao is simple and simple, she loves money, her love is known in the world, and she never hides it.

But when it comes to complexity, her character is like a kaleidoscope, and many unexpected things can be poured out of it, there are dark and bright, good and evil, selfish and strong, and versatile...

Thinking of this, Bazahei looked at the painting again.

Ding Bao is amazing.

She is more lively and interesting than this picture.

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He didn't close his eyes all night. When he threw away the brush, Ding Bao had already fallen asleep lying on the carpet, lying between a pile of colorful paints, lying under the sun, his soft long hair scattered on the ground casually, Like a spreading flower vine, along the upward direction, the girl's face was dyed with a layer of blush, and her juvenile appearance made her sleeping face look softer, and her petite and curled up body was like a cat that knocked over the paint, Lie down casually after being exhausted, the freedom and wantonness revealed in the bones, just like the sunshine and the sea of ​​flowers on the wall, people can't help but yearn for it.

Especially Jinting.

He's been hiding in the dark for so long that he can't even remember his age.

(End of this chapter)