I cross you in the world of mortals [Rebirth]

Zhou Jinshu first went to the clothes shop to get the clothes made for Zhou's mother, and then bought a sesame seed cake to satisfy his hunger.

Zhou's mother did some handicrafts at home during the day, and went to work in Luoyunlou when you was young. When Zhou Jinshu arrived home, Zhou's mother had already left. Steamed crucian carp and a bowl of white rice.

Zhou Jinshu ate all of these and went back to his study to paint.

What he painted was a white cat flapping butterflies. Both the butterfly and the white cat were alive, as if they were about to jump out of the rice paper.

When it was over, Zhou Jinshu fell into a deep sleep before Mother Zhou came back.

The next day, when Zhou Jinshu woke up, Zhou's mother had already returned, but there was a black and blue patch on the corner of his forehead, which was covered by hair.

Seeing Zhou's mother pretending to be nonchalant, Zhou Jinshu was eating breakfast while thinking about whether to ask or pretend not to know.

After breakfast, Zhou Jinshu took out the newly made clothes and stuffed them into Zhou's mother's hands, saying: "For you."

He hadn't taken the initiative to say anything to his mother for a long time, so, in just three short words, he spoke extremely awkwardly, before the words landed, he turned and left.

Zhou Jinshu was proud of his youth back then, but he would fail in the exam. He hated his mother in his heart. For a long time, no matter what his mother said to him, he would not respond to a single word.

Now he is well aware of his mother's hardships, but because he has been unfamiliar with her for too long, he doesn't know how to talk to her.

Zhou Jinshu went back to his study, and painted a clump of weeds around the butterfly cat. The weeds had the most vigorous vitality and no one needed to care about them.

"Shu'er, do you think my clothes are too flamboyant?"

When Zhou Jinshu looked up, he saw his mother had changed into his newly made clothes. The clothes were light yellow, not gorgeous, probably because his mother was used to wearing dark clothes, so she said so.

Zhou Jinshu opened his mouth and said with a smile, "I really like you."

He greeted others with a smile, but for some reason he smiled forcedly at his mother.

Zhou's mother tremblingly said: "I'm over forty years old, wearing this color, really won't attract people's attention?"

Zhou Jinshu said angrily, "I'll see you off, so you can just wear it. What's the fuss?"

Hearing this, Mother Zhou didn't dare to say any more, and carefully exited the study.

After about ten days, Zhou Jinshu had never seen Zhou's mother wearing a new light yellow shirt during these ten days, so he asked, "Why don't you wear the clothes I bought for you?"

Mother Zhou prevaricated: "I couldn't bear to wear it, so I put it away."

Seeing Zhou Mu's strange appearance, Zhou Jinshu went to Luoyun Tower to ask the cleaning boy.

His business has been going well these past few days, and with the five taels of silver he earned from painting erotic pictures before, he is still relatively affluent. Seeing that the servant ignored him, he stuffed half a sack of copper coins into the servant's hand.

The young fellow slandered this man for being very stingy, but there was no reason to return the copper coins he got, so he replied: "It is said that your aunt's biological son is a erotic painter, and Miss Yunling just said casually, 'You The shirt is not bad, and your son is considered a filial piety, but it is said that he bought the shirt with the silver taels he earned from painting erotic pictures. Don’t you think it’s a mess?” Shocking your aunt to persuade your cousin not to draw any more erotic pictures of Lao Shizi. When your aunt heard this, she got angry and stretched out her hand to push Miss Yunling. She didn't push her, but she knocked her head on the corner of the table... "..."

Before the boy could finish speaking, Zhou Jinshu left angrily. He was angry with Miss Yunling for talking to her mother like this, and also angry with himself for agreeing to draw erotic pictures.He was even more afraid of the recurrence of the nightmare when he was 13 years old - that Xie Yuangong's mother was a prostitute, with tens of thousands of people sleeping and thousands of people riding. The prostitute also said that the child's father was sick and died early. Maybe she didn't know the child's identity Whose seed, now I have to add one more thing: the son of a whore really is the son of a whore, and it matches the erotic picture very well.

It was midwinter, and Zhou Jinshu suffered from chilblain, looked at the snowflakes falling outside, hehe, and continued to paint.

He no longer paints erotic pictures, his paintings are all living things such as flowers, birds, insects and fish. Even if these paintings can be sold, it is far less than the money earned from painting erotic pictures.

But he gritted his teeth and insisted, held his breath, and never drew erotic pictures again, even if the person who made erotic pictures tried every means to lure him, he never let go.

A few days later, when the snow was clear and the sun was clear, Zhou Jinshu went to the bookstore to read some books, and unexpectedly came across a book of erotic pictures, ten of which were drawn by him, but the man took ten of them without telling him. All the erotic pictures have been included in the book and printed.

He was furious, but there was nothing he could do, after all, the other party never promised him not to use it for other purposes, and five taels of silver was indeed much higher than the asking price.

When he left the book shop, he went to set up a stall on the street. Before the stall was set up, a person walked up to him and asked, "How do you sell this painting?"

He wanted to greet him with a smile, but when he raised his head, he saw that the person standing in front of him was Yue Ming, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. .

What Yue Ming was referring to was the picture of a white cat fluttering a butterfly. Seeing that the stall owner hadn't answered for a long time, he stared at himself closely, wondering, "Is there something growing on my face?"

Zhou Jinshu waved his hand and said, "I see you as a bookish guest, and I'm very envious."

"I'm a teacher from a nearby private school." Yue Ming smiled, "You, stall owner, have outstanding painting skills, and you are the envy of others."

The two chatted a few more words, Yue Ming saw the clue, and asked tentatively: "Are you Zhou Jinshu? Xie Yuangong Zhou Jinshu?"

Zhou Jinshu's lips trembled, but he didn't answer.

Yue Ming stared at him carefully, with contempt in his eyes, he said in surprise: "Why do you set up a stall here for a living? The poems and prose you wrote back then were really full of inspiration. I also said that after what happened to you, You should study elsewhere."

Yue Ming's words were heard by other people, and then Zhou Jinshu's nightmare came back again. Every time he went to the street to set up a stall, someone would point out: "Look at his poor appearance, how can he still solve Yuan Gong? It is said that his mother She is a whore who can be paid for a few pennies."

A few days later, it was rumored from nowhere that Zhou Jinshu had painted erotic pictures, and even visited low-end brothels to watch people do that kind of thing.

Zhou Jinshu pretended not to care, and greeted people with a smile as usual, but his heart was full of hatred, he hated the middle-aged man who pointedly pointed out that his mother was a prostitute in public, he hated Miss Yunling who bullied his mother, he hated Yue Ming drowned him in a nightmare.

In early spring, late at night, Zhou Jinshu was lying on the bed, staring at the dilapidated wall in a daze, when suddenly, a voice rang in his ears: "How about I avenge you?"

Zhou Jinshu thought he was hallucinating, so he ignored it, but the voice rang out again: "How about I avenge you?"

Zhou Jinshu jumped up from the bed, looked around, but there was no one there, and asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you?"

The voice replied: "I am an immortal in the sky. I came to look for you after hearing your wish."

Zhou Jinshu questioned, "What do I want?"

The voice chuckled and said, "Revenge on the three people you hate."

Zhou Jinshu was both surprised and delighted: "Can you help me get revenge?"

"That's natural." The voice agreed, "My body is retreating in the heavenly court, and a ray of soul is attached to your newly bought inkstone. You just need to place the inkstone near the person you want to avenge for a moment. .”

Zhou Jinshu rushed to the inkstone, picked it up, and looked at it, the inkstone looked the same as the day he bought it, how could it have the soul of a god?

Seeing that Zhou Jinshu was suspicious, the voice coaxed: "If you don't believe me, you can try it tomorrow."

Zhou Jinshu hadn't seen the middle-aged man since Wenquxing met him that time, and Yue Ming was either teaching in a private school or staying at home with his wife and young children, so it was difficult to strike.

Therefore, the next day, Zhou Jinshu went to Luoyun Tower.

He recommended himself to paint a portrait of Miss Yunling and didn't take any money, and he said that, only Miss Yunling agreed.

With the inkstone in his arms, he was led into Miss Yunling's boudoir by the servant.

Miss Yunling had never met Zhou Jinshu before, and she didn't know that the young man in front of her was Zhou's mother's son. She was quite surprised that the young man in front of her insisted on painting for her, so she asked, "Why do you want to paint for me? Still not getting a penny?"

Zhou Jinshu smiled and replied: "Young lady has such a beautiful face, it is my great fortune to be able to paint for her."

About two hours later, Zhou Jinshu handed over the painting to Miss Yunling and left.

He waited anxiously, but unfortunately, after two days, he did not hear any news of Miss Yunling's accident.

Another day, when he was setting up a stall, someone pointed to his paintings and said, "Didn't you paint erotic pictures? Your hands are already dirty. Didn't painting plums, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums defile the Four Gentlemen for nothing?"

He felt that the voice was somewhat familiar, and when he looked up, the middle-aged man who pointed out that his mother was a prostitute was what caught his eyes.

A person beside him persuaded: "Uncle Liu, it's not easy for Zhou Jinshu to make ends meet this week, so stop talking, it would be bad if you scare the guests away."

Zhou Jinshu gritted his teeth and didn't say a word, his heart was full of hatred. If it wasn't for Uncle Liu, he might have been the top student in high school today.

Another three days, before Zhou Jinshu went out to set up a stall in the night market, the inkstone that had not moved for a long time sounded again: "Miss Yunling will be punished at the application time tomorrow."

Zhou Jinshu went out anxiously and expectantly. At the night market, he met Shen Jimo and Ji Zhuo.

Shen Jimo is an interesting person. Hearing Liu Abo's words about Zhou Jin's calligraphy and painting of erotic palaces, not only did he not dislike him, but he asked him to draw one for himself.

It was getting dark at night, so the two agreed to meet at Yinlong Bridge after lunch the next day.

On the second day, Shen Jimo really came, and Zhou Jinshu drew the erotic picture for about an hour and a half, and it was during this hour and a half that Miss Yunling died and lost her heart.

Zhou Jinshu was then accused by Miss Yunqiao of killing Miss Yunling, and spent a night in jail.

After one night, because Shen Jimo confirmed that Zhou Jinshu had no time to commit the crime, he was released.

When Zhou Jinshu returned home, he stared at the inkstone and said, "I just want you to punish her, why did she die?"

The voice replied: "Miss Yunling has a vicious heart, so I took her heart. Isn't this the punishment she deserves?"

Zhou Jinshu regretted, "Although she has a vicious heart, she won't pay for it with her life. I knew..."

That voice interrupted: "Yue Ming is her benefactor. She heard from Yue Ming that you painted erotic pictures. Besides insulting your mother, she also said that you painted erotic pictures for a living. .She has such a vicious heart, shouldn't she die? What I did was to punish the evil and promote the good."

Hearing this, Zhou Jinshu thought: Yue Ming didn't meet him by chance that day, let alone fell in love with his paintings, he clearly came to expose his scars on purpose.

Zhou Jinshu's heart was overwhelmed, he didn't know how to react for a while, and then he heard the voice say: "Don't worry, I killed the man, you have no crime."

That's it, that voice coaxed Zhou Jinshu to kill Miss Yunling, Uncle Liu and Yue Ming.

Miss Yunling's heart was taken because of her vicious heart, Uncle Liu's tongue was taken because of his adultery, and Yue Ming's eyes were taken because of his contempt for Zhou Jinshu.

Zhou Jinshu watched helplessly as the voice killed the three of them. When Miss Yunling died, he felt regret and fear at the same time. When Uncle Liu died, he felt happy, but when Yue Ming died, he felt a little numb.

None of those three people were killed by him, but it was he who sent the killing inkstone to them with his own hands.

For a long period of time, Zhou Jinshu hinted at himself like this: This is to punish evil and promote good. Those three people are all heinous people, and I have never done anything, and the one with blood is that god.

Many years later, the inkstone has long been quiet, Zhou Jinshu is getting old, and Zhou's mother has also died.

One year during the Qingming Festival, Zhou Jinshu looked at Zhou's mother's grave and said to himself: "Perhaps I am a wicked person. I hope that those who have harmed me will have a good death, but once they die, I am afraid that there will be retribution." , and pushed all the sins to that god. I have never had a peaceful sleep in these many years. After I die, I should go to the [-]th floor of hell."

On Haishi that day, Zhou Jinshu passed away in his study, holding the inkstone in his hand, his forehead was covered with blood.

Blood trickled down from his face and trickled down to the toe of his torn shoe.