Tomb Robbers: Tiandao System

"Why don't you drink?"

Seeing that the other party was holding the water glass and not drinking water, Wu Liang came over and asked.

The other party seemed to be busy, but when Wu Liang suddenly said something, he came back to his senses and responded, "Oh, I'm not thirsty." After a pause, he raised his head again, with a dazed look on his face and a surprised tone. Said: "I haven't seen anyone for a long time."

This sentence sounds a bit strange. What do you mean by not seeing someone for a long time?

After Wu Liang raised his head and looked outside, he said considerately: "I think you are a little tired, you should rest for a while!"

"Yeah, I'm very tired, but I can't rest. Something strange happened to me." The other person sighed, seemed a little dazed, and looked particularly tired.

Wu Liang seemed to understand his words very well, so he picked up the glass of water and gave it to him, "There are many strange things in this world, and it is normal to encounter some strange things. I wonder if I am right?"

Hearing this, the other party nodded, "You're right, you're right. It seems like it's time for me to rest and have a good rest."

Seeing that the other party was drinking water, Wu Liang continued: "By the way, are you a traveler?"

The other party raised his head and glanced at Wu Liang, but did not answer him immediately. Instead, he turned around and picked up the big backpack, took out a thick book from it, opened it, and saw some paintings.

I heard the other person say: "I am an illustrator, specializing in drawing all kinds of flowers."

"Can you show me?" Wu Liang smiled.

The other party smiled and nodded, casually giving some to Wu Liang.

Wu Liang took it over and took a look and found that the painting was indeed good.

Very beautiful.

At this time, the illustrator continued: "You must think that a grown man specializes in drawing

All kinds of flowers are weird, right? "

Wu Liang looked at the flowers in the picture and shook his head: "It's not surprising at all. Everyone has their own hobbies and it's not surprising at all that they can do what they like."

After hearing this, the other party was very happy, as if he had found a soulmate, and couldn't help but want to tell more.

"Flowers are very wonderful. They are so beautiful, but their lives are so short. In order to preserve their beauty, I picked up a paintbrush. I want to extend their life with a paintbrush."

Wu Liang listened carefully and listened to his story.

"Later, I opened a flower shop, taking care of the business and painting at the same time."

"One day, a girl came to the flower shop. She loves flowers just like me."

"I fell in love with her and she fell in love with me. Later, she became my wife."

"I gave her a pot of flowers. The flowers were very beautiful. My wife took good care of them. I was even a little jealous."

"but......"

"but what?"

Wang Xiaoya came out of nowhere, startling both of them.

Regarding this naughty act, Wu Liang glared at her angrily.

However, it seems to have no effect.

She was naughty and mischievous, and she didn't come out to cause trouble on purpose, but the illustrator's story attracted her. She thought it was very romantic and wanted to know more clearly.

So, he pressed me again: "You said but, but what?"

"But...that pot of flowers..."

The other party muttered softly, covering his head, and fell into a very complicated state.

"What's wrong?" Wu Liang asked curiously.

Hearing this, the illustrator paused

, raised his head, "You'd better listen to me first!"

"Ah."

"I am getting better and better at painting flowers, but I don't know when I started to find that the flowers I painted have lost their lives."

Lost your life? !

Wang Xiaoya was surprised when he heard this. He was about to ask out loud, but was stopped by Wu Liang.

Wang Xiaoya didn't understand what was going on, but Wu Liang did. However, in order to understand the other person's story better, Wu Liang didn't want Wang Xiaoya to disturb him.

Understanding the meaning in Wu Liang's eyes, Wang Xiaoya glanced at the illustrator, nodded slightly, and continued to listen to the other person's story.

"I was very anxious at the time. I didn't know what went wrong. I couldn't keep my life. The flowers I painted were dead and had no soul."

"My editor couldn't see it, my readers couldn't see it, but I knew it was so scary for me that even my wife couldn't comfort me."

"Real flowers should bloom in the mountains and fields, in places with sunshine and spring breeze, rather than being cut and placed in vases or planted in flower pots."

"I thought, I have to find real flowers, and I have to bring them back with my paintbrush."

"After closing the flower shop and putting on my backpack, I went to pursue my dream with abandon."

"I saw all kinds of flowers. Those flowers were completely different from what I saw in the city. The more I accumulated paintings, the more my luggage became heavier, but I was not satisfied at all. I was simply I wanted to go on like this for the rest of my life, until one day I met it.”

"That flower is the same as the one I gave to my wife, but its color is brighter and its grace is more swaying.

Drag, the smell is more delicious. "

"The flowers were like magic. I didn't spread out the drawing paper for the first time. I suddenly thought of my home and the wife I had left behind. I had an idea in my mind that I wanted to take it with me. When I go back, I’m going to give it to my wife.”

At this point, the other party stopped, as if the story was over.

"Then did you pick the flower?" Wu Liang asked.

"I can't remember." The illustrator said with a confused look on his face.

He sighed and became excited again: "I remember that I was on the road again. It seemed that the only thought in my mind was to go home. I suddenly felt that I had been out for too long. I missed home and my wife, but when I came back When we got home, something strange happened.”

"There is fresh food in the kitchen, my wife's shoes are on the floor, and the clothes are hanging on the rack. The pot of flowers I gave my wife is almost dead. This is not normal. My wife will never let the flowers die like this."

"In the bedroom, the jewelry she often wore was also placed on the table, but she was not there. I suddenly understood something was wrong. It was silence. It was silence like death."

"I felt very uneasy. I felt something bad had happened. I thought my wife must be near home. I had to find her, but I didn't see her anywhere. No, not only I didn't see her, the street was The shops are familiar, but there is no one on the street, not a single person, the whole city is deathly silent, and only one shop has its lights on."

"I wanted to go home and have a look. Maybe my wife would be waiting for me at home, but I found that I was lost. The road in front of me was becoming more and more unfamiliar. I couldn't think of anything.

In the direction of my home, no matter how I walked, I would always come across that shop with the lights on, the only one. "

The only store with lights on that the other party mentioned was convenience store No. 444.

Hearing this, Wu Liang and Wang Xiaoya looked at each other, not knowing what to say.