Those who work in the coffin shop

Every step on the floor was heavy and powerful.

Xia Wan'er followed Qing Sang's footsteps. The corridors of Qing's house were wide and long, and she was almost out of breath.

Finally arrived at the studio, Qing Sang easily opened the door and entered.

The studio was open, but the door was unlocked, which meant that Qing Yu was inside.

For some reason at that moment, Qing Sang's heart beat wildly, and every finger became cold.

Although he was mentally prepared for this journey, when this moment came, he was still afraid, flinched, and his palms were bursting with cold sweat.

He suddenly didn't want to know the truth, but a force forced him to move forward.

Entering the studio, Qing Sang and Xia Wan'er were stunned at the same time, because the studio was open, but there was no one inside.

"Where did Qingyu go? He's not here."

Xia Wan'er turned her head and looked at Qing Sang strangely.

Qingsang's pupils were dark, and his lips had been tightly pressed together, almost forming a straight line. At this moment, he said in a deep voice: "Brother doesn't like to go out, he must be in the house."

Xia Wan'er looked at the tidy studio, only the painting table was in a mess.The rice paper flew up and some fell to the ground.A few brushes were placed randomly, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance of ink.

Xia Wan'er walked to the painting table and picked up a brush. The ink on the tip of the brush was still wet, which meant that Qing Yu had indeed left not long ago.She turned back and asked, "Are we going to wait here for him to come back?"

Qing Sang sniffed the scent of ink in the room, wondering if it was a psychological effect, he felt that the smell was weird, with an indescribable subtlety.But the thought just flashed by, and soon, his heart was shrouded in haze again.He looked around, and suddenly felt that everything around him was very strange, and then he remembered that he had never stayed in Qingyu's studio.

Because of taking over the company, he rarely went back to his old house except for the holidays.Even if they go back, most of the time they just walk around the yard with Qingyu.Qing Yu is handicapped, he will help him push the wheelchair, and talk about some interesting things outside, Qing Yu is so happy to hear it every time, so that he has never asked about Qing Yu's life, and has never really stepped into this world. This film only belongs to Qing Yu's world.

When he is not in the old house, this studio is Qing Yu's world.He stays here often, all day long.This is what Qing Ting told him. Now that I think about it, I feel a little sad for no reason.

For so many years, he just feels guilty, but what has he really done for Qingyu?

Nothing.

Qing Sang looked around at the walls here, they were all painted white, it would be bad for eyes if he stayed here for a long time, and Qing Yu likes to draw, Qing Sang couldn't help thinking that at least he should have a place to rest, but this only A sofa is still prepared for father. Doesn't Qingyu usually rest here?

"Qing Sang, look here!"

Just when Qing Sang was wondering, Xia Wan'er suddenly found out. She ran to a wall, pointed to a crack in the snow-white wall and shouted: "There is actually a crack! There can't be a crack in Qing's old house. It must be an organ!"

Qing Sang took a few steps forward, and there was indeed a crack in the wall.

He frowned slightly, and said, "But, how come there is an organ in brother's studio?"

"It means that there are secrets in his studio."

Xia Wan'er took a step back and said, "Look at me."

She took out a yellow talisman from her bosom, pinched the yellow talisman two or three times with dexterous fingers to form a little figure, then she chanted the spell lightly, and then tapped her fingertips on the little man's face, the little man Instantly came to life.

"go quickly."

She put the little figure into the narrow gap. The little figure was flat and got in right away.

After a while, the wall in front of them slowly moved away.

Xia Wan'er was surprised and said: "Oh my god, there is really a trap!"

Qing Sang frowned into a line, and her thin lips were pursed even tighter.

"Let's go in."

Qing Sang walked through the wall, and the little figure made of talisman paper was still happily begging for praise in the wall. As soon as Xia Wan'er stretched out her hand, it jumped onto her hand. Xia Wan'er smiled slightly, "Xiao Huang is the most obedient!" By the way, petting its head, it turned into a piece of talisman again with satisfaction, and Xia Wan'er picked it up carefully.

After the wall was removed, both of them were a little shocked.

It turns out that the so-called organ in Qingyu's studio is actually a studio!

Moreover, this studio was even more messy, with some drawing paper pasted on the wall and some covering the floor, the pungent and choking smell of oil paint came to her face with the movement of the wall, Xia Wan'er immediately covered her nose, but then Down, she froze again.

I believe that Qing Sang standing next to her will be more stiff than her, because those overwhelming drawing papers, without exception, only draw one person!

Qing Sang.

Xia Wan'er was so shocked that she didn't even cover her nose. Compared to the impact these paintings brought her, the smell of oil paint was nothing.Looking at Qing Sang again, his face was pale, as if all the blood in his body had stagnated.That unbelievable feeling made him tremble slightly, his palms spread out weakly at first, and then clenched tightly.

Xia Wan'er took one look and couldn't bear to look any further.She looked up at those paintings, yes, these paintings were drawn by Qing Yu himself.It's his brushwork and style, Qing Sang must have recognized it at a glance.Some of these paintings are of Qing Sang when she was a child, wearing a white shirt, resting gracefully under the big tree in the yard.Some were Qing Sang when he was a teenager. At that time, he was handsome and tall. Because it was winter, he was wearing a light yellow knitted sweater, which made people feel warm even through the drawing paper.Later, it was Qing Sang, who had become the manager of the Qing family. He was steady and gentle, wearing a light-colored casual suit with loosely rolled up cuffs. He was full of charm.

Xia Wan'er was dumbfounded by these paintings.I thought that Qing Yu could only do ink painting, but I didn't expect oil painting to be so good, every plant and tree are lifelike.And the most frightening thing is that the people in this painting are all Qing Sang, Qing Sang in various moods, Qing Yu's eyes are like a magnifying glass, Qing Yu has noticed many scenes that she has never noticed, and, with the brush, Record them all.

She and Qing Sang grew up together, and she never noticed what kind of eyes Qing Yu used to watch Qing Sang.Seeing these paintings, she suddenly understood that this is definitely not an ordinary brotherhood. If this is a man who has been painting a woman for decades, she can know without thinking that this man must be deeply in love with that woman. Women, love to the point of becoming an idiot, then, Qing Yu has painted so many portraits of Qing Sang, what kind of feelings does he have for Qing Sang...

Xia Wan'er didn't dare to think deeply, she just felt the hairs all over her body stand on end.

She... It's not that she can't accept this kind of feeling, but, why is it Qing Yu to Qing Sang...the two of them are brothers... No matter how you say it, this is too outrageous...

Xia Wan'er secretly looked at Qing Sang, Qing Sang's expression could no longer be described as ugly.It was extremely pale and unacceptable.That's right, how is he going to accept that his most trusted brother, the person who owes him the most in his life, has he always held this kind of affection for him?

"what!!"

At this time, Xia Wan'er saw something terrifying again, her face turned pale, and she screamed!

"Qing Sang! Look at that, isn't it, human face..."

Xia Wan'er's eyeballs almost fell out of fright, she hid behind Qing Sang, and when Qing Sang glanced over, her pupils immediately became darker.

Yes, that is indeed a human face.Xia Wan'er read it right.

The face was lying wrinkled on the drawing table, next to a somewhat dirty palette.There are all kinds of colors in the palette, and a lot of colors are stained on the face.If it weren't for the two small dark holes on the face facing them, Qing Sang wouldn't be sure immediately that it was a face.In fact, a mask is also possible, but Qing Sang definitely doesn't think so at the moment.Because, he finally discovered how subtle the smell in the room was, because it was filled with a faint smell of blood.

Qing Sang walked over to that face.

"Qing Sang!"

Xia Wan'er wanted to shout to stop him, but Qing Sang's footsteps were firm, and she arrived at the painting table in a short while.

He picked up the face with his bare hands and spread it on the table, carefully and carefully.

The skin of that face was pinched in his hands and it was icy cold, as if there was a great grievance.

It was also the first time Qing Sang had such a touch.He lowered his head and kept his face sullen until the complete appearance of his face was displayed in front of his eyes.

really.

Qing Sang seemed to be a little bit out of strength, and had to support the painting table with both hands to barely stand.

"Unexpectedly, I was finally seen by you."

A faintly sad voice came from outside the wall.

Xia Wan'er turned her head and saw that it was Qing Yu, she was frightened for no reason, she took several steps back and leaned against Qing Sang.

If Qing Yu is true to Qing Sang... With his silence and forbearance for so many years, this man is really terrifying.

Qing Sang was not surprised to hear Qing Yu's voice.He didn't look back, but he could imagine what he looked like.He must have been in a wheelchair, startled and panicked.However, he had to pretend to be calm and preserve his face and dignity.Qing Sang was a little tired, too many things had happened recently, he didn't believe it at first, but now he had to believe it.

He opened his mouth slightly, even his voice was so tired: "Didn't you think that one day I would find out?"

"No." Qing Yu replied sincerely, still looking obedient, he said: "You don't like to stay in the studio, I think it's very safe here. But I was careless tonight, I left here without closing the door, Unexpectedly, you found this place and discovered the biggest secret in my life."

"I'd rather never know your secret."

Qing Sang closed her eyes, picked up the dry skin with trembling hands, "Tell me, why did you dig up my sister's body, how did she die, you can't hide it from me, the whole Qing family, Is it related to the demon corpse?"

Qing Yu looked at the skin in his hands, disappointed and sad at the same time: "You have seen it all, what should I do, should I tell the truth?"

"You don't have to pretend!"

Suddenly, Qing Sang let out a low growl, which startled Xia Wan'er.She had never seen Qing Sang so angry.He turned around, staring at him fiercely with cold eyes, "I know everything about the Qing family. I have seen that demon corpse, and she knows her father. With you, I have discovered my sister's face again. You still don't know what to do?" What do you think? If I don’t tell the truth, I won’t know anything?”

When he yelled, Qingyu became anxious. He was flustered, like a child who made a mistake, sad and wronged. He spoke softly, as if trying to appease Qingsang: "Qingsang, don't be angry. Let me tell you That's it, I thought you didn't need to know about these things, but since you found out, then brother will tell you everything, as long as you don't get angry, okay?"

"Tell me first, what's going on!"

Qing Yu said cautiously: "Actually, the affairs of the Qing family have nothing to do with you and me. The contract is between the father and the female corpse. The female corpse protects the luck of the Qing family, and the father looks for blood for the female corpse. It seems that the female corpse always wants to find some blood because of its appearance. Good-looking people, this is why the employees in the company regard appearance as the first condition. I don’t know much about it. I just overheard their conversations a few times. It’s true, Qing Sang, you must Trust me."