Maybe I can't have a normal youth

Chapter 35 Fang Zhihua

Waking up in front of a certain door in a certain residential building.

"Ah, Si Li..." Standing beside her was a long-haired girl with a schoolbag on her shoulders, her back straightened, "Oh no!"

Zhao Bai'an suddenly became sober.

"It's Siqing!" Zhao Bai'an blurted out.

The girl gave her an ambiguous smile when she heard it, and immediately rang the doorbell.

Whose house is this going to?

"Sili, here we come." Fang Zhihua opened the door, "Come in, come in."

Siqing immediately turned into a slightly hunchbacked look with her head down, she nodded, and Zhao Bai'an followed into Fang Zhihua's house.

"Ah, do you want to keep the schoolbag all the time? Don't you need to hang it together?" Fang Zhihua asked while hanging Siqing's long down coat on the hanger.

Siqing squeezed the hand strap of her schoolbag tightly with her hand, just shook her head, looking a little nervous.

"That's okay, come here, sit down, don't be reserved, Si Li." Fang Zhihua sat on the sofa next to Siqing.

From the perspective of the sofa, look up and look forward - what a big portrait of Sili!

The girl in the oil painting is wearing a white T-shirt dotted with paint, sitting on a small bench, holding an oil painting board in her left hand, and is drawing an oil painting.The long black hair was randomly tied behind the head, and the bangs were also clamped with pink bang clips, revealing a smooth forehead.The girl tenderly looked at most of the drawing boards that were still blank, and a smile that could not be concealed from the corner of her mouth was almost overflowing.

Apart from the painted girl, there is only a faintly blurred background on the painting, which is about half a person's height, but this is enough.The drawing board was reflected in the girl's clear eyes, and through her eyes, a soft, calm but very happy feeling rose inexplicably from the bottom of her heart.

Si Qing was sitting on the sofa, staring at this picture of Si Li just like Zhao Bai'an, her fingers were the same as Si Li back then, her knuckles turned white because she was tightly clutching the strap of her schoolbag.

"What's the matter, Si Li? I'm so engrossed in watching it all of a sudden." Fang Zhihua leaned into Siqing's ear, and looked at the painting, "Every time you came here before, you didn't look at this painting very much. Today you are in a good mood ? Eh? Is it really a good painting?"

Fang Zhihua blew hot air into Siqing's ear, Siqing's eyes suddenly changed from gentle to extremely sharp, she looked away from the painting, and moved her body to the side of the sofa.

"Sili," Fang Zhihua also moved towards Siqing's direction, as much as Siqing moved, "You haven't come for a while."

Fang Zhihua covered Siqing's hand, and Siqing struggled for a while, but was held firmly and could not be pulled away, "How is it? You must miss me too, right?"

"You said a few days ago that you have drawn a painting that everyone will be satisfied with?" Fang Zhihua said while putting his other arm around Siqing's waist, "Show me what it looks like!"

Since she couldn't break free, Siqing lowered her head and leaned on Fang Zhihua's shoulder.

"Wait a little longer." Siqing said hoarsely.

Maybe it was because Si Li had never been so active before, Fang Zhihua's eyes became brighter. "Okay, okay, then wait and see."

"Oh, but if I am very satisfied, you have to bring the painting here earlier." Fang Zhihua let go of Siqing's hand and stroked her hair, "On the way to bring it, be careful, and don't be caught People see."

"You know that, right? I don't need to say more. This time, Aisongli is imminent, and there is only one month left before the deadline for submitting drawings."

"And the media and the public pay great attention to me, and I must win the award again!"

"Sili, it's great to have you. You are my god of luck! Hey, I know what happened to your sister more than a month ago. It's so unfortunate. Alas! The world is impermanent, who would have thought of it." Fang Zhihua Holding Siqing and whispering in her ear.

"Yeah... the world is impermanent." Siqing closed her eyes in pain.

"Sili, you must be very sad, right? I didn't expect such a thing to happen. It's great that it didn't affect your performance. This time, Aisongli still has to rely on you! Sili, the charm of your self-portrait is amazing. It’s hard to beat so far.”

Still depends on you?

Or a self-portrait?

What's the meaning?Could it be...

Zhao Bai'an strode closer to the portrait of Si Li on the wall.

"Love".

The name of the work is marked in the lower right corner of the frame.No one who wrote the author.

"I really look at it every day...it's so beautiful..." Fang Zhihua put his arms around Siqing, and gently rested his chin on the top of her head.

"Sili, don't be too sad about your sister's death. Just like I told you that day, your professor at the National Academy of Fine Arts is fully recruited this year. But it is not hopeless. If you don't want to stop at Ayton After studying for a year or two, I will find opportunities for you every year, how about it?"

"Hey, don't get too excited! You're shaking. Look how I treat you? Anyway, your sister is gone, and your parents are not at home for a few days. From now on, or you can live with me , Draw directly here! How about it?"

"Then I'll take it as if you agree if you don't speak. I'll call your parents later and explain the situation. I think they will be very relieved if I take care of you."

"Si Li, how much I love you~ You know it too, right? Show me your paintings now!" Fang Zhihua finally let go of Si Qing.

"En..." Siqing straightened up the body that was leaning on Fang Zhihua, and pulled the schoolbag away, "Come on, let me show you. Look at this road to heaven!!"

Siqing's volume increased sharply, and she suddenly raised her head. Just as she finished speaking, a cold light flashed!

"Huh?" A fruit knife appeared on Fang Zhihua's waist.

"Go to hell!" Siqing roared, holding the handle of the knife with her hand and spinning vigorously, bleeding profusely.

Zhao Bai'an was so shocked that he didn't know what to do.

"Wooah..." Fang Zhihua howled in pain as if he had just realized something.

Siqing let go of the fruit knife, stood up from the sofa, and grabbed Fang Zhihua's neck, "Hehehehe... Are you satisfied with my answer?"

Siqing, who was at a disadvantage in size, pressed all her body weight down, Fang Zhihua's face was flushed, and her two big hands tightly wrapped around Siqing's wrists, trying to pull them apart with all her strength.

Siqing's face was also flushed with force.

"Ah!" Fang Zhihua exerted all his strength, Siqing was pushed back, and a lot of blood oozed from the wound with the fruit knife.

Siqing took a step back to stabilize her figure, and before Fang Zhihua could stand up, she pulled out the fruit knife with her backhand.

"Ahhhhhhh..." Blood gushed out from the waist like a small fountain.

Without hesitation, Siqing took a step forward, jumped up with her whole body, and at the same time she slammed Fang Zhihua heavily, her raised hands also fell.

"Pfft—" The fruit knife held horizontally passed through the ribs, sank into Fang Zhihua's chest, and reached the handle without any hindrance.

"Ahhhhh! I hate you!"

"hate you!"

"hate you!"

"I hate you!"

One knife, one knife, one knife.

At some point, Zhao Bai'an herself was riding on Fang Zhihua's body, and a hoarse and deformed roar rushed out of her throat.One knife, one knife, one knife, warm blood splashed on her cheeks, blurring her eyes, her hands kept going up and down like a machine numbly.

"Kangdang—" the fruit knife fell out of Zhao Bai'an's hand.

Fang Zhihua had already been motionless under her body.

"Huha, Huha, Huha." Zhao Bai'an's chest kept rising and falling, and no amount of air seemed to be enough.

Where is Siqing?

Looking around, there was no Siqing anywhere.

Why?why me?How could it be me?Zhao Bai'an was at a loss, her temples throbbed.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu whom" she rushed into the bathroom like crazy, panting heavily.

Within the field of vision with her head down... Siqing's clothes, Siqing's pants, Siqing's shoes...all are worn by herself.

I'm Siqing?

Siqing is me?

The field of vision couldn't focus, Zhao Bai'an was extremely puzzled, she shook her head trying to stay awake, panting and raised her head to look in the mirror.

But the mirror seemed to be fogged up and blurred.

Let me see!Let me see clearly! ! !Zhao Bai'an was extremely anxious.

She supported herself trembling by the sink with one hand, and wiped the mirror vigorously with her arm with the other hand, flustered, clumsy and disorganized.It is more appropriate to say that it is wiping, rather than hitting the mirror.

The fog is still there, but the face in the mirror is getting clearer and clearer.Through the vast white mist, the fiery red eyes stared straight at Zhao Bai'an, only separated by a mirror.

"Miki...I...what should I do..."

Huo Sanmu in the mirror smiled slightly at Zhao Bai'an, raised an index finger on his lips, and remained silent.

Ahh...the palms, arms, chest...the field of vision is filled with bright red.A sea of ​​blood also slowly surged up in the mirror, gradually submerging Huo Sanmu's shoulders, chin, and fiery red eyes...

It also drowned Zhao Bai'an's thoughts...

　I received a push to test the water, and I will work hard on Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday for the second update (the writing speed of the novice is still too slow, I’m sorry everyone, Orz, and I hope you can forgive me), thank you for reading the message, collecting, recommending, recommending, voting, likes and rewards ~ In short, thank you very much La!

　　

　

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