Northeast Treasure Rat

Qing Meng stood by the window for a while, then returned to the living room, then sat down and picked up the cards again, it seemed that nothing happened just now, but Shu Xun could clearly feel that Qing Meng was not in the state, as if something Something caught her attention.

After continuing to play the game for a while, Qing Meng threw away the cards, and the world outside shone with crystal light. Although it was not bright, he could see everything clearly.

Holding colored brushes and drawing papers, Qing Meng wanted to draw a picture for Lie Yang with great interest. Lie Yang readily agreed, so he made a pose, Qing Meng circled around Lie Yang twice, and pointed to Lie Yang's back back. "Can you have wings?"

Lie Yang casually smiled. "Of course." After finishing speaking, a pair of fiery red wings bloomed suddenly, as if a hot flame was burning on them, dazzling and dazzling, as if even the room was warmed up a bit.

It was at this time that Shu Xun seemed to have understood the meaning of the word Lie Yang. Shu Xun actually didn't know much about Lie Yang, but judging from the current situation, Lie Yang is very likely to be his real life. The name, because Lie Yang is too casual and self-confident, his enthusiasm blooms unreservedly to the surroundings, such a him, I am afraid that even thinking of a fake name is a waste of time.

On the other side, Qing Meng has already set up a posture on the coffee table, spread out a piece of white paper, picked up a pen and lowered his head to outline carefully, sometimes raised his head to look seriously at Lie Yang who was sitting on the sofa, the sofa seemed a bit short for Lie Yang , supported by his long legs at will, and the wings that are flaring like fire on his back are like a tame horse on his body, appearing a bit obedient.

After a long time, Lie Yang was motionless and seemed to be frozen in place, while Qingmeng was still serious about painting, Shu Xun wanted to jump to the tea table to see Qingmeng's progress, but was stopped by Qingmeng, Qingmeng was rare Serious and serious little face said. "I can't see it until I'm done."

As a result, until Shu Xun fell asleep on the sofa, Qingmeng didn't finish the painting, and even Lieyang, who had been in one position for a long time, couldn't take a look at it, because Qingmeng went back to the bedroom with the sketched painting in his arms , and leave a bright smiling face. "I'll go back and paint, and I can see it tomorrow! Good night!"

A scorching sun that froze into a stone. "..."

However, no one expected that that bright smiling face would be the last picture Qing Meng left for them.

In the early morning of the next day, the morning light shone through the clouds on the crystal-clear frozen city. The faint light and temperature seemed very powerless in front of the light blue ice.

Shu Xun, who was almost spread out on the sofa, smacked his lips and woke up under the faint light. Just as he opened his eyes, he saw a piece of white paper on the coffee table with a strong pattern on it. In the painting that Qing Meng painted yesterday, a very bad premonition suddenly came up, Shu Xun sat up from the sofa in an instant, and jumped onto the coffee table.

Standing on the drawing paper, Shu Xun was sure that this was the scorching sun that Qing Meng painted yesterday, but it looked very abstract. Shu Xun looked towards the bedroom, where there was no sound, and the sound of warm winter was above his head. sounded. "There is no one in the room. The door lock and the frozen ice layer outside the door have no signs of damage. They are clear and disappear."

Shu Xun turned his head, saw Ye Qian's expressionless face as always, saw Nuan Dong leaning against the French window of the living room, facing the vast and empty world outside, leaving only a back, and saw Lie Yang still sitting On the sofa, his expression was very gloomy, and his confident eyes were heavy, which seemed a bit dangerous.

Shu Xun looked down at Qingmeng's painting again, the painter's brushwork was still very raw and immature, maybe in the children's brushwork, only they can tell who the painting is, at least if there is no pair of wings, Shu Xun can't see it at all. Lie Yang is the one not painted, and Lie Yang's fiery red wings have been turned into black?Shu Xun went to the drawing paper strangely, checked the black wings, and found that there were indeed no other colors covered under the black, which meant that when Qing Meng drew the wings, the first choice was a black brush. Why?Can't you tell the difference between red and black?This is obviously unlikely, since Qing Meng seems to prefer red clothes to black clothes.

Putting this question aside for the time being, Shu Xun jumped off the coffee table and walked towards the bedroom. The door of the bedroom was ajar. Presumably, when they found out that Qingmeng was gone, other people had already checked the bedroom. into the bedroom.

The first thing that catches the eye is a big warm yellow bed. On the left side of the bed is a spacious and bright floor-to-ceiling window. The brown plush bear, one is darker in color, wearing a bow tie and wearing black-rimmed glasses, the other is lighter in color, with a pink bow on its ear, and the two plush dolls are both adult-sized, respectively. They are placed on the left and right sides of the big bed, and in the middle, there is a small plush bear in red clothes nestling there, with a slightly silly smile on the bear's face.

The morning light was slightly cold, but the warm yellow bed reflected on it was extremely warm, but also extremely desolate. Such a scene was both warm and helpless, lively and deserted.

Shu Xun stood by the door for a long time, and suddenly realized who the person Qing Meng was greeting yesterday, Shu Xun quietly exited the door, stretched out his small short hand and laboriously closed the bedroom door again, and walked back with his little head. Sitting weakly on the carpet in the living room.

The atmosphere in the living room was very silent, and no one spoke again. I don’t know when they started, they gradually forgot that they were in a game. This may be the characteristics of a real game. It will make people walk in it, integrate into it, and feel it. Whether it is aesthetic shock or helpless sadness, they all melt into flesh and blood unconsciously.

It's only been a short day since I met Qingmeng, but a child who is obviously sensible always makes people feel distressed. Does Qingmeng really understand nothing?Impossible, she knows how to avoid some problems, she knows that the city is dead, she understands that Shu Xun's appearance is unreasonable, even with pure eyes, after seeing too much death, they will be stained with sadness.What's more, according to the clues obtained, the person with blue eyes experienced a period of extreme rejection before his end.

Therefore, Qingmeng is smart, sensible and sensitive. She would withdraw her hand to touch Shuxun's head because she felt that her hands were not clean. She knew that after entering the house, she had to greet her "parents", prepare slippers and pour water for the guests, Trying to be like a little host, for fear that I will not entertain well.She will smile carefreely because of Lie Yang's exaggerated performance, and will also give her favorite snacks as gifts. She will carefully pat Shu Xun's little head, and then she will be satisfied, satisfied that she has only known each other friends for a day.

The listless Shu Xun sucked his little nose, suppressed the tears in his eyes, and finally understood that there is no child in the end.Just as he was about to cheer himself up, he suddenly lightened up and was picked up by Ye Qian.

Ye Qian picked up the wilting dumpling from the carpet and put it on the tea table. At the same time, he took out a stack of drawing paper from the box under the coffee table. Judging by the patterns on it, they should all be drawn by Qing Meng. "Qingmeng, she should be voluntary. Do you still remember the yearning she looked out of the window yesterday? Maybe she has got what she wanted, and want to know where she went? Then look for it, maybe we can see it again. "

It was rare for Ye Qian to say such a long sentence all at once, and everyone in the room turned their eyes away, and Nuan Dong nodded slightly. "That's right, neither this piece of drawing paper nor this box was on the coffee table yesterday, and it should have been quietly put up by Qingmeng at night, which means that she realized something, and the little bear in the middle of the bedroom also means that she has already done it. Well prepared, even willing to face it."

Standing on the coffee table, Shu Xun looked at the painting of Lie Yang in front of him and the stack of drawing papers beside him, and pulled his hair. "I know, it's just that I'm inevitably feeling a little depressed." Having said this, Xiaotuanzi took a deep breath. "I had a premonition when I saw the painting on the coffee table after waking up, so I retreated after seeing the scene in the bedroom. Qingmeng left the painting outside, probably because he didn't want anyone to go in and disturb the family in the bedroom. It should be the reason why she insists on staying in Weishi."

Lie Yang, whose tentacles rolled into a ball again, "..." What should I do if IQ is completely insufficient?What should I say?In the end, Lie Yang didn't say anything, but the gloom in his eyes obviously faded a lot, he moved to the coffee table in two steps, picked up the drawing paper on the table and looked at it seriously.

Shu Xun is naturally very satisfied with Lie Yang's high-spirited performance. He is really not used to such a low and gloomy Lie Yang, but unexpectedly, Qing Meng disappeared, and the most emotionally fluctuating person is this seemingly casual person who doesn't care about anything. Man, Shu Xun thought of the scene where the scorching sun didn't move at all and finally froze into a stone yesterday, so he quietly curled the corners of his lips.

Sometimes, a person's delicacy and softness are revealed silently, and you need to look carefully with your eyes to find clues.

The first thing Shu Xun and Lie Yang looked at was of course Qing Meng's drawing of Lie Yang yesterday. Shu Xun looked at it carefully for a long time, then raised his head and asked Lie Yang. "See anything?"

Lie Yang frowned. "Is it me? After all, a pair of wings look a little bit like it, and it's painted the wrong color."

Shu Xun "..." Forget it, let's see for ourselves.So Shu Xun walked over to the stack of drawing papers and looked at them. The stack of drawing papers seemed to be arranged in chronological order. The first few pictures were warm daily life, and it seemed that the end was coming. In the previous life, there were basically only three abstract people in the painting, a man wearing glasses, a woman with long hair, and a girl in a red dress. They should be the Qingmeng family. Some still life paintings and some imaginative and unconstrained pictures that Shu Xun couldn't understand.