poppies in the attic

29.

Xiang Jin and Wu Pengzhi struggled forward, almost suffocated by the scorching air.His throat was so dry it was smoking.

Theoretically, it should be getting closer and closer to the hand of God, but they feel that the huge palm is always far and near.

Wu Pengzhi decided not to take a sip of water, but Xiang Jin lost her temper and forced her to drink.They can only drink a little bit at a time to moisten their throats.In less than an hour, half of the bottle of water was completely gone.

Their bodies didn't sweat at all under the sun, and Wu Pengzhi felt that he could feel the rustle of salt on their skin.

Xiang Jin stopped and walked, exhausted, Wu Pengzhi felt that she might fall to the ground at any time.

Afterwards, Xiang Jin said that people understand time and life in the desert.In the desert, you feel that time is standing still, but you can deeply feel the approach of death.

The situation in the western United States is like Mongolian cavalry, which will suddenly roar.A few minutes ago, the desert was scorched by the scorching sun, but in the blink of an eye, dark clouds rolled in.

What is different from the Grand Canyon is that the dark clouds here are even more terrifying. There is no rain or lightning. Looking around, the surroundings are like a ghost land, and those boulders turn into ghosts, looming.Only a beam of light from nowhere is wandering close to the ground.

Xiang Jin and Wu Pengzhi were stunned, stopped in their tracks, and stared blankly at the movement of the sky and the beam of light.

Then, they all saw the landscape in the painting, the hand of God was illuminated by light, and the surroundings were dark.

Xiang Jin exclaimed and stared at the hand of God with awe.

Looking back now, Wu Pengzhi may have made up his mind to go to the United States at that moment.

The landscape lasted less than a minute before the light moved elsewhere.

Ten minutes later, the sky returned to clear, and the red sandstone was illuminated again, which was extraordinarily gorgeous.

Xiang Jin suddenly seemed to be injected with vitality, "Let me take a photo for you."

Xiang Jin seldom takes pictures of Wu Pengzhi, she is used to taking pictures of landscapes, not people.In Xiang Jin's eyes, people always disturb and destroy the existence of the scenery.

Wu Pengzhi sat cross-legged on the ground with clasped hands, she wanted to express her apology.

After taking the photo, Xiang Jin stretched out his hand to hold Wu Pengzhi, "You don't need to apologize, you have already been forgiven. If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have seen this scene."

Wu Pengzhi looked at Xiang Jin with aggrieved eyes, tears streaming down his face.

Xiang Jin reacted quickly, hugged Wu Pengzhi immediately, and sucked the two precious drops of water with his lips.

"The last two drops of water, don't waste them." Then he looked into Wu Pengzhi's eyes and kissed the corners of her eyes, where there were still two tears.

Wu Pengzhi giggled until he could no longer shed a tear.

Xiang Jin smacked her lips, took Wu Pengzhi's hand, and continued to forge ahead.

That night, they slept in the same bed again.

(I have to stop here, I don't want to fail the review. Don't worry, the debts owed will be repaid.)

Huayue went to Wu Peng's house to look at the paintings.

"Can you tell me, what does this poppy mean?" Hua Yue couldn't hold back her curiosity, and asked decisively.

Wu Pengzhi didn't answer right away, but looked at Huayue, and after a while, he smiled tacitly.She knew that Huayue could understand.

Huayue continued to ask, "What does Poppy want to express? Poisonous? Addictive? Beautiful?"

"Xiang Jin never explained her paintings. She said that what everyone sees is what they want to see."

"What did you see?" Hua Yue insisted.

"In my mind, this poppy is Xiang Jin, not me. Dazzling, infatuated, inseparable, longing."

"You love Xiang Jin, don't you? You still love him now." Hua Yue shook her head, she was disappointed with her own dullness and Wu Pengzhi's secretiveness.

Wu Pengzhi nodded.She was too tired from hiding for too long, she wanted to confide in Huayue.

"Where is Xiang Jin? Does she love you?"

"I don't know." Wu Pengzhi was not sure at all. "A Jin once said after our first time..."

Wu Pengzhi paused, then continued a bit embarrassed, "She said that when she saw me tease her shyly for the first time, she felt heartbroken and felt guilty. She said she might have ruined me. This is Ah Jin's Exact words."

Huayue was stunned and speechless.

Hua Yue was actually moved by a woman she had never met, just because of this sentence.If someone talks to her like this, she, Huayue, will definitely fall in love with him.

"God, she is such a poppy-like woman, fascinating." Huayue cast her eyes on the painting on the wall and murmured, "Take me to see Ah Jin next time, okay?"

"I think, soon, I will see Ah Jin soon. Even, I think she has seen me, but she didn't show up." Wu Pengzhi seemed to be talking to herself, and she was still thinking about the entrance of the gallery She vaguely remembered the landscape, there was a coffee shop not far from the gallery.

"When her gallery opens, I will go. Wen Shaohui promised to send me an invitation. Wen Shaohui will definitely force Ah Jin to come out. He said that painters make a living by selling paintings."

"You don't like Wen Shaohui." Hua Yue was very sensitive.

"I personally don't like it, but intuitively, he can help Ah Jin. Ah Jin is too socially awkward. If she is asked to sell paintings by herself, she will go crazy."