Yin Yang

Once the turmoil in City S was over, the secret service calmed down again, and Mao Qianxuan, who was wrapped in bandages, was immediately sent to Ji Baiqing for treatment.

After that, there were no incidents for a long time, and other people went out to chop up the few five-level ghosts.Yu Hanyin confiscated Mao Qianxuan's Tang Dao and ordered her to do what she was forbidden to do.He also told everyone in his department that in order for Mao Qianxuan to think clearly, others should not keep her busy and divert her attention.

So all of a sudden, the aunt in the kitchen carefully persuaded her to leave, and Jiang Xiuxian replaced Ji Baiqing's helper in loosening the soil and taking care of the plants. Mao Qianxuan's help was rejected in every once busy corner, and everyone watched or chatted with her. , She suddenly became nothing to do.

Mao Qianxuan, who was once heroic, always smiling and always there to help her, disappeared.She lost weight quickly, became sensitive and fragile, depressed, and wandered around in panic every day, trying to find something that could occupy all her attention, but everyone refused her help.

It has to be said that Yu Hanyin knew Mao Qianxuan very well. Although this approach was extreme, it forced her to face this problem directly in her heart.Now everyone wants Mao Qianxuan to figure it out on her own, and she is not allowed to escape.

The problem that she had been ignoring and avoiding all this time suddenly came before her, but she just felt at a loss and didn't know what to think at all.She couldn't stand being alone at all, the suffocating feeling of being alone enveloped her instantly, and she was almost driven crazy.

The good thing is that Hanyin just doesn't allow her to be busy. It's all okay to stay in Ji Baiqing's greenhouse to heal her wounds, simply listen to her singing with You Mingcheng, or do yoga quietly with Du Peixue.

After a period of time, Mao Qianxuan's chaotic mood calmed down a little, but the most critical problem was still that she had no clue.

On this day, Su Yi walked down from the dormitory building with a drawing book, a plastic pencil case and a small stool.Sitting on the sofa among the dense plants, Mao Qianxuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and she jumped up suddenly.

She leaned in front of Su Yi who was looking at her in surprise, tried to pull a dry smile and said, "Xiao Yi, are you going to paint? Can I go with you?"

Ji Baiqing and Du Peixue were making desserts in the small kitchen, and she couldn't help when she went in, so she didn't want to go in, but the time spent sitting in a daze in the hall seemed like years.

Su Yi froze for a moment, hesitated and whispered, "But..."

Mao Qianxuan quickly said: "I won't disturb you, I just don't want to be alone, you just pretend I don't exist."

Su Yi looked at Mao Qianxuan, only feeling puzzled in his heart, why some people can't bear to be alone?Obviously, it is the quietest and most comfortable when you are alone.

He thought for a while, nodded and agreed to Mao Qianxuan, then turned and went upstairs to take another drawing board, paper and pen, and a small bench, and then said slowly: "Let's go, go to the small room over the dining room. Over there in the garden."

Mao Qianxuan was a little puzzled as to why Su Yi went back to get these things, but she didn't dare to ask, for fear that Su Yi would suddenly repent and refuse to let her follow.

Walking through the corridor connecting the secret service building and the dormitory building, the breeze was gentle, blowing gently on the hair of the two of them, but Mao Qianxuan lowered her head, her eyes were empty, and she didn't know where her eyes fell.

Walking into the dining room where one wall is made of glass, and pushing open the glass door, Su Yi took Mao Qianxuan to find a quiet corner fully shaded by trees, opened the small stools and sat down on the spot in the fresh breath of plants, and then Mao Qianxuan saw a drawing board with white paper sandwiched in front of her eyes.

Taking the drawing board and a pencil in a daze, Mao Qianxuan said with some embarrassment, "Don't worry about me... I can't draw."

Su Yi said calmly: "Draw whatever you want, I don't care about you." After finishing speaking, he really didn't care about Mao Qianxuan anymore, he just turned around and opened his drawing book, and opened it to a blank page. Then he stared at the lush plants in front of him in the sun, lowered his head and began to draw.

Mao Qianxuan looked at Su Yi at a loss, then at the dense plants and bright flowers in front of her, and was dumbfounded.It wasn't until Su Yi had outlined the outline of the scene in front of her that she came to her senses, raised her slightly trembling right hand, and drew the first crooked light gray line.

The right hand that once stably held the Tang Dao and smashed countless ghosts trembled almost imperceptibly, and I usually didn't notice it, but when I picked up the pencil and dropped it on the paper, all the subtle traces could not be hidden.

Mao Qianxuan knew that she had post-traumatic stress disorder, obviously her right shoulder had completely recovered with the help of Ji Baiqing's singing and the medicine, leaving only an ugly circular scar, but her right hand still looked like Like being injured, the faint pain seemed to spread from the right shoulder to the brain, and the whole right arm was weak and trembling.

She tried hard to hold the pencil tightly to resist the trembling, but the tighter she squeezed, the more trembling the lines under the pen would be, and what she finally drew were a few ugly, crooked lines that couldn't be seen at all.

Mao Qianxuan was stunned, and subconsciously raised her head to look at Su Yi who was sitting a little ahead, saw his focused eyes on the paper, saw his hand gently holding the pen, and pulled out a rounded pen with a swish. line.She subconsciously imitated Su Yi's way of holding a pen, relaxing the strength of her fingers, and then quickly stroked on the paper.

Although this line completely deviated from her expected position, it was smooth anyway, and looked much better than the thick and crooked lines next to it.Mao Qianxuan couldn't help but relax slightly, and continued to draw on the paper clumsily.

Time passed silently with the shifting sunlight, and Yu Hanyin, who was walking through the dining room with the documents, saw Su Yi and Mao Qianxuan sitting in the small garden with their heads bowed and drawing, and stopped in their tracks.He looked at Mao Qianxuan who was calm and focused for the first time in this period of time, his eyes softened and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

After watching for a while, he slowed down his footsteps and left quietly.

The sun was slanting to the west, Su Yi finished filling in the last shadow, and after carefully looking at the paintings on the drawing book, he turned to look at Mao Qianxuan.

Mao Qianxuan happened to be finishing the painting soon, she lowered her head, concentrated on her brush and worked hard to draw.After barely blacking out a shadowed area, she breathed a sigh of relief, and when she looked up, she found that Su Yi was looking down at the extremely ugly painting with distorted lines in her hand.

Su Yi thought about it, and found that the old man's paintings were only comparable to Mao Qianxuan's in his impression.

Seeing Su Yi's gaze, a feeling of embarrassment suddenly enveloped Mao Qianxuan's heart. She subconsciously moved the drawing board together, only to realize that Su Yi had already seen her painting in full view.

The shame of making a fool of herself in front of the master with her extremely poor painting skills was lingering. She smiled awkwardly and said softly, "Is my painting very poor?"

Su Yi looked up at her, and realized that this was the first time she smiled, even if it was an embarrassing smile, in so many days.

He shook his head and said, "It's nothing. It's the same way I drew for the first time. I'll just practice more in the future."

Mao Qianxuan was taken aback for a moment, then looked down at her painting, and suddenly felt that it wasn't that bad.

Su Yi didn't lie, it's just that the old man held his hand when he drew for the first time, and what he showed was actually the old man's painting skills.

Afterwards, Mao Qianxuan began to draw with Su Yi in a daze.Su Yi is not a good teacher. He often gave Mao Qianxuan the pen and paper and left her alone, letting her play freely.After discovering that Mao Qianxuan was painting with Su Yi, Yu Hanyin looked a little happy, and bought a hundred colors of water-soluble colored pencils and watercolors for her to waste.

Mao Qianxuan also gradually began to like drawing, although the pictures she drew with colored pencils looked like elementary school students' graffiti, but this did not prevent her from liking it.

She found that by concentrating on painting, she could naturally let go of her mind and not have to think about anything, as long as she finished the painting with her heart.Even the problems that had been troubling her during this time seemed to have been left behind, leaving only the drawing in her mind.

After more than ten days like this, the weather in September gradually turned cold.In the afternoon, Mao Qianxuan followed Su Yi to the flower room with the painting utensils, and sat down in a quiet corner.

They were bathed in the cool wind, and then Mao Qianxuan heard Su Yi say calmly: "We will not draw plants today, we will draw ourselves or what we think in our hearts, and we can draw whatever we want."

Mao Qianxuan froze for a moment, and the hand holding the pen froze.

What is painting yourself?Is it a self-portrait?

She stared blankly at the blank drawing paper, her mind went blank.

Mao Qianxuan's pen could not be put down for a long time, she raised her head at a loss, and subconsciously looked at Su Yi's drawing board.

The paintings on Su Yi's drawing board were somewhat beyond Mao Qianxuan's expectations. A large space was filled with thick black, and in the middle was the back of a small man in a white shirt.The villain stood in the darkness, next to it there seemed to be two faint doors, and in front of him was another strange-shaped thing.

Mao Qianxuan took a closer look, and found that it was a white flame-like shape, and there seemed to be a faint figure in the middle.

Su Yi was carefully drawing the hair of the villain in the white shirt. When he found her gaze, he turned his head to meet her confused gaze, and then saw the blank paper on her drawing board.

He said slowly: "Don't know how to start? You can use watercolor or colored pencils, paint in whatever color you like, and you can just doodle, just follow your intuition."

Mao Qianxuan's gaze fell back to the drawing paper, her favorite color?Does she have a favorite color?

She thought about it for a long time, so long that there was a void pain in her heart.

Seems to be……

Mao Qianxuan squeezed paint on the palette, dipped it with a wet paintbrush to smudge slightly, and put the first strokes on the paper held by the drawing board on her lap.

Navy blue.

She drew a long stroke mechanically, then washed the brush, and painted next to it with another color.

Purple.

Two colors stand abruptly on the drawing paper, like two parallel lines of different lengths.

Mao Qianxuan didn't know what she was painting, it seemed that something was out of control after the first stroke.

She washed the brush again, and her fingertips were tremblingly stained with bright red watercolor. After a moment of hesitation, she straddled between the two colors of dark blue and purple, dividing them into two.

The bright red paint is mixed with the still dark blue and purple, and they infect each other, mixing a kind of vague and strange distorted color.

The brush was stained with more red, and when she was about to write, the water droplets covered with bright red paint were overwhelmed, and suddenly fell heavily from the tip of the brush, hitting the snow-white drawing paper, splashing out a blood-red dot.

Mao Qianxuan felt as if she had been frozen in an instant, and her whole body froze.

Another drop of water hit the drawing paper, blurring a slightly gray dot on the uneven white paper.More and more water droplets fell on the paper, making the three wet lines blurry.

The paintbrush fell from Mao Qianxuan's hand, and the paint-stained nib hit the drawing paper, drawing a messy red.She looked at the gradually blurring colors on the drawing paper with tears in her eyes, dripping down her cheeks, and suddenly covered her mouth and cried bitterly.

Dark blue is Xiao Ming's favorite color.Purple is Xiaoyu's favorite color.That day, they were wearing the same T-shirt with the same pattern, but they had different favorite colors. Xiaoming was dark blue, and Xiaoyu was purple.

And what about her?

is red.

Large swaths of tears poured out of the eyes, like a faucet turned to the end, rushing down.Mao Qianxuan huddled tightly into a ball, trembling from crying, almost unable to breathe.

Su Yi was taken aback by her sudden movement, and subconsciously patted her on the back, but it didn't help at all.He quietly looked at Mao Qianxuan, who was crying uncontrollably, and felt that human beings are really a magical species. They are just black and white like others, but they are so intense. Is this the emotional power that belongs to him?

Su Yi blinked, and stopped trying to do useless work. He changed to a blank piece of paper and started drawing again.

Mao Qianxuan cried until her voice became hoarse, she couldn't exert any strength, and her mind was in chaos.She didn't know when, she slowly calmed down, staring blankly at the drawing paper completely wet with tears, and hiccupping uncontrollably.

The brain is still chaotic, but the bottom of my heart seems to have been completely washed away by tears, rushing into a dusty corner, washing away the stale dust, and feeling much more comfortable for a while.

A glass of water suddenly appeared in front of him, Mao Qianxuan took it in a daze, and then saw Ji Baiqing's worried face.

"Sister Mao, are you okay? I see you have been crying for a long time, drink some water first."

Mao Qianxuan lowered her head and took a sip of the tentacle-warm water, which tasted slightly salty.In a trance, she thought it was the smell of her own tears, but after several sips, she realized it was a cup of warm salt water.

Su Yi stopped writing, took off the paper on the drawing board, handed it to Mao Qianxuan, and said calmly, "This is for you."

Mao Qianxuan looked down and found that the painting on it was herself curled up in a ball, covering her mouth and crying.

Obviously the people in the painting seem so fragile, so desperate, as if they are about to collapse completely.However, she did not collapse, and an invisible force seemed to roll slowly from her body, overflowing with tears.

Mao Qianxuan stared blankly at the picture of herself, wiped her wet palms on the T-shirt casually, and took it carefully.

"thanks……"

She thought that she probably understood what everyone wanted her to figure out.

After crying in the greenhouse, Mao Qianxuan's condition obviously improved.The hearty smile returned to her face, even brighter than before.With Yu Hanyin's acquiescence, the others no longer refused her help, and she started working in the secret service again.

But even so, she would find time to draw with Su Yi or by herself.She also bought a lot of books about painting and put them on the bookshelf that she never let go of. She usually reads them when she is interested and studies the painting methods.

It doesn't matter how well she paints, what matters is that she gradually learns to be alone and meditate.

From the meeting room on the fifth floor, Yu Hanyin looked at Su Yi and Mao Qianxuan who were sitting some distance apart in the garden, burying their heads in painting quietly. Xuan and Mingcheng are a perfect pair, one pays too much attention to protecting people, and the other simply ignores other people in order to kill ghosts, they can complement each other and exert their greatest energy when they are combined together."

Yixiu leaned against the wall and said lazily, "But it's not okay to go too far. In fact, you have already discovered Qianxuan's problem, right?"

Yu Hanyin's eyes darkened slightly, and she sighed, "I thought that staying with Mingcheng for a long time would make her figure it out slowly, but I didn't expect..."

After a pause, he glanced at Mao Qianxuan downstairs with his head bowed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "But the result now is good, that's enough."

Yixiu snorted and didn't speak.

Yu Hanyin turned her head and glanced at Yixiu, who was handsome and arrogant, and asked with a smile, "What about you?"

Yixiu asked inexplicably, "What?"

Yu Hanyin smiled and said, "You and cutie."

Yixiu was even more at a loss, and it took him a while to realize who this little cutie was referring to.

His face darkened, and he said coldly, "What's the matter with him?"

Yu Hanyin's beautiful peach blossom eyes were curved like crescent moons, and she said with a smile, "How long has it been since you smoked? The cleaning aunt has told me several times that there is a trash in the trash can on the third floor of the building. No cigarette butts."

He stared at Yixiu whose face was getting darker and darker, as if he wanted to see something from Yixiu's expression.Soon, his smile became wider, and he prolonged his tone meaningfully: "Could it be that someone quit smoking because the little cutie can't smell the smell of cigarettes?"

Yixiu trembled violently as if he was suffering from the cold, touched his arm and said angrily, "What disgusting thing! You called me here just to say that?"

After speaking, he clicked his tongue, turned around and wanted to leave the conference room.

Seeing that he had teased him away, Yu Hanyin quickly raised his voice: "Oh, don't go, I really have something to tell you about the cutie."

Yixiu paused as he strode away, turned back with a gloomy face and said, "Try calling cutie again?"

Yu Hanyin shrugged his shoulders, and said with a smile, "Okay, Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi, is it alright?"

Yixiu folded his arms and turned around, squinting at Yu Hanyin to see if he had anything else to say.

Under Yixiu's sharp gaze, Yu Hanyin opened a folder and handed it to Yixiu. The smile on his face faded, and he said softly, "You were in a hurry and didn't see the news. There was an orphanage in the old town before. A fire broke out, on the night we went to the Shaxu Mountains. The entire orphanage was burned that night, and the children inside and several orphanage staff were all buried in the flames. There were no survivors, and more than 100 people died.”

Yixiu looked at the photos on the folder, and the building with the yellow separation strips was charred black, leaving only an empty frame.The firemen in fireproof suits were carrying the corpse covered with a white cloth, and a slender, charred arm slipped from the stretcher, which was shocking.

Yu Hanyin lowered his voice, and said: "This orphanage is the same orphanage that Xiao Yi used to stay in. The result of the investigation is that the gas leaked in the orphanage. The headmaster didn't notice it, and the explosion in the kitchen caused the fire. But the whole process was too strange, it was impossible not to smell the gas, the kitchen was far away from the resting place of the children, and it was impossible not to hear the sound of the gas explosion, as a result, everyone died unconsciously in the sea of ​​fire .”

Yixiu frowned and put down the folder, and said coldly, "Do you think this fire is aimed at Su Yi?"

Yu Hanyin's expression was gloomy, he frowned and rubbed his long hair and said, "I don't know, but there is no one about Xiao Yi in the orphanage, I can't find someone behind the scenes to do this The purpose. But I always have a very bad feeling..."

Yixiu said coldly: "There was also the time in the ghost cave. Could it be that we took revenge on us because we took away that old house?"

Yu Hanyin smiled wryly: "It would be great if it was that simple, but the ancient house obviously got a lot of money before the evacuation, and how should the ghost Feng Qingwei explain?"

Yixiu squeezed the folder in his hand tightly, his eyebrows sharpened, and he said in a cold tone: "Su Yi was targeted by those people because of me. We must protect him. Continue to pay attention to the orphanage. "

With a crisp "snap", the plastic folder was crushed by Yixiu.He glanced coldly at the white and broken plastic board in his hand, threw it on the conference table, turned around and strode out the door.

Yu Hanyin looked at Yixiu's leaving back, lowered his head and frowned at the charred orphanage on the folder, and turned his head again to look at the two people downstairs who were holding a drawing board and drawing from the window.

Yu Hanyin lost his mind for a while, his mind kept turning all the things that happened after the ancient house, but he still couldn't grasp the hidden clue. The only thing that was certain was that the people behind the scenes were probably after Xiaoyi .When he came back to his senses, he found that Su Yi and the others seemed to have finished painting, and they seemed to be packing up the painting tools.

He took out his mobile phone and made a call, then walked back to his office on the fifth floor.This is a very large office with simple decoration. Huge bookcases that go straight to the ceiling cover two walls, and countless books, folders, and files fill most of the bookcases.A wide wooden table is arranged in the center of the room, behind the table is a boss chair.The table was very tidy, and there were several pots of green plants beside the table.

There was a knock on the door, and the person who got the answer turned the door open, walked in and asked suspiciously, "Han Yin, did you call me?"

The person who came was Mao Qianxuan. Yu Hanyin leaned on the wooden table, looked at her thoughtfully, and said, "I'll let you stay and think about it for a while, have you thought it through now?"

Mao Qianxuan was startled, she drooped her eyes in silence for a moment, then raised her head with a wry smile, and said, "I won't use this kind of self-mutilation to protect others anymore."

Yu Hanyin looked at her quietly without making a sound.Mao Qianxuan took a deep breath, and continued: "Their lives are very important, but mine are equally important. I was overwhelmed in the past, and my strength was limited, so I couldn't protect them infallibly. I will try my best to improve myself in the future. ability to do something really useful.”

Yu Hanyin smiled slightly as he looked at Mao Qianxuan whose eyes were shining with determination.

It seems that she really walked out of that supermarket incident.

He went around to the back of the table, took out a Tang knife from the drawer, and handed it to the stunned Mao Qianxuan: "Okay, take it, tomorrow is a new day."

Mao Qianxuan stared at the Tang Dao closely, and stretched out her right hand slightly trembling towards it. When she touched it, her trembling hand suddenly stabilized, and she clenched her Tang Dao tightly.

tomorrow is a new day.