Personality V: I will save everything

"I find that I am so idle!" I complained secretly in my heart, and sat up from the bed slowly and reluctantly, looking around with resentful eyes.

Just now, I couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning, so I simply got up, ran to the next room and kneaded Karl who was sleeping soundly. After I finished venting, I suddenly felt hungry, so I crept into the kitchen and devoured a large plate of fragrant grilled octopus. The results are good now, my belly is full and round, but I still don't feel sleepy at all.

Alas, I couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh: Is it destined to miss the bed tonight? (╯‵□′)╯︵┴─┴ If you’re still up so late, is it possible to count the stars? But it’s so dark outside that you can’t even see the shadow of a star…

Deep resentment ~ (︶︿︶) = convex

However, after all, this seems to be no one else’s fault. After all, the entire manor was built by me. In the process of building the manor, although I carefully designed and incorporated various weather elements, I did not touch on details such as stars.

It sounds excusable, but in fact the problem lies with myself. For some reason, I tend to have a particularly strong obsessive-compulsive disorder when it comes to weird things. If I can't place the stars neatly according to the constellation positions recorded in the books, I will always feel a little awkward.

But in this case, the workload would be too large and cumbersome. So, I simply decided not to release a single star, which would save a lot of trouble.

How about... taking advantage of the fact that I can't sleep right now, I can work on the details of the stars in the sky?

I thought about the huge workload behind this... forget it. (﹁“﹁)

But in this case, I can’t sleep and have nothing to do. What should I do to pass the rest of the time?

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If someone happens to pass by in the corridor of the manor at this time, there is no doubt that that person will scream in terror and flee the scene as quickly as possible.

The reason for this is that there is indeed a ghost-like object with disheveled hair, wearing white clothes, wandering in the corridor at this moment.

Hmm...but this scene may not be too scary for the people in the manor.

After all, they have seen enough "ghosts" (=_=)...such as Luchino who mutated into a lizard, or Jack who was haunted by evil spirits, etc.

Oh, right! After being reminded like this, I suddenly realized that if I wanted to look for ghosts, there would be two ready-made ones in the manor - Fan Wujiu and Xie Bian.

Therefore, if someone in the manor sees this object wandering in the corridor, they may not be scared, but may be curious to step forward to find out.

Well, let me confess, it is me who is wandering the corridors of the manor at the moment. At this time, I was wearing pure white pajamas, my eyes were confused, my steps were random, as if I had lost my direction. This happened purely because I really couldn't find anything to do, but at the same time I couldn't sleep.

I was wandering in the deserted corridor like a zombie, my eyes were wandering and lifeless, my brain was in chaos, and there was only one thought in my mind: Find sleep quickly! But at the same time, there was another voice deep in my heart that kept reminding me: Don’t wait until the sun rises and wander around in this gloomy corridor like a lonely ghost!

In this way, I walked deep into the corridor step by step with heavy and slow steps. I don’t know how long it took, but finally, a glimmer of light appeared in front of my eyes.

"Huh? Why are there still lights on here?" I took a closer look and found that I had walked to the door of Jack's studio unknowingly.

According to common sense, after a whole day of noisy work during the day, everyone must be exhausted and fall asleep early. So why is Jack's studio still brightly lit now? Did he forget to turn off the light? Or are others busy inside at the moment?

Countless questions came to my mind, making me stop involuntarily, staring at the brightly lit door, and fell into deep thought...

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Jack is staying in his studio painting, mainly because during the day, one happy and romantic scene after another directly touched Jack's soul and inspired him to burst out.

But when it comes to painting, the way Jack looks now, if you remove the easel set up in front of him, he looks more like...well...how to describe it?

Jack was still dressed as he had been during the day, but what was different from before was that he had taken off his black suit jacket and put it aside. Now he was wearing straight trousers on his lower body, and a white blazer on his upper body. Snowy shirt. The collar of this shirt is wide open, as if to show the owner's uninhibitedness and boldness.

Only the bottom few buttons were still barely buttoned, as if trying to maintain the last trace of dignity and orthodoxy.

Not only that, his shirt was also dirty, with red stains on it. There were several opened bottles of red wine in Jack's studio, and the air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol. Several red wine glasses were scattered on the table and chairs, and a few even fell to the floor.

Apparently, Jack drank a lot of alcohol while painting.

At first, he was quite restrained and poured a little red wine into the red wine glass normally. Then he gently put his lips close to the wine glass and carefully took a small sip to taste the aroma of the red wine.

However, after three rounds of drinking, Jack's consciousness gradually became blurred. He grabbed a red wine bottle and poured it into the glass without hesitation until the entire glass was filled with red wine. Then, he raised the wine glass high and tilted it slowly, letting the red wine slowly flow down the rim of the glass.

Finally, he opened his mouth and stuck out the tip of his tongue to catch the column of red liquid that was sliding down.

The price of drinking like this is that a lot of red wine flows down Jack's mouth, chin, neck, chest, and finally smudges onto his white shirt.

At this moment, Jack no longer cared about other things in his heart. He urgently needed alcohol to calm down the turbulent emotions in his heart.

The continuous romantic and beautiful scenes during the day are so wonderful and unforgettable that people can't help but want to be in them and integrate them into their own lives. However………

"How is this possible?" Jack murmured softly.

Recalling that when he first met the manor owner, Carl was just a little kid who couldn't even walk safely. But looking back now, I'm afraid Karl will get married in a few years. But the relationship between him and the owner of the manor only ended with that one kiss.

It’s really hard to describe in words...(┯_┯)

Does this make sense? ! (?_?)

Is there any more heavenly justice? ! (╥﹏╥)

As the saying goes, "Drowning your sorrows with wine will make them worse." This was the perfect word to describe Jack at this moment. He was just a little depressed at first, but as more and more alcohol was taken into his body, Jack felt like he was really going to cry.

Recalling everything he had experienced over the years, especially the efforts and attempts he had made to pursue the owner of the manor, Jack felt like a knife was in his heart, and tears burst out like a dam.