The ex I killed is back

Rush to see her one last time.

The elder sister who came to pick me up said that she would ask her brother-in-law to pick him up and bring him to meet my mother.I forgot my worries for a while, I wanted to hold his hand and tell my mother that this is my lover.

How can I leave him?

It took me nearly a day to understand from the complaints of my relatives that the brother-in-law was an alcoholic at all. He was free and did not pick him up at all, but got drunk.I left my mother, who was seriously ill, and ran back to him like a madman, but he was gone.

There was a knife lying on the grass, cutting everything around in a mess.

I don't know how long he waited for me, and why he brought the knife. I think he probably thought that I left him and wanted to kill me to be willing, but in the end he couldn't bear it, so he left me and the knife and left.

This time, I really couldn't find him.

I didn't attend my mother's funeral. I slept in the place where I found him for three days, but he didn't show up.

I searched for him for nearly a year before I realized that I might never find him again.

I started to regret, and sometimes get angry—

Didn't he say he was going to kill me?How did he leave me behind?

He said he was going to dig a hole in my chest, and he did.

After he was gone, the place began to bleed and fester.

He lied to me.

But what can be done?

I've been stuck in it for a long time, and even started to fantasize about spending my whole life with him.

The author has something to say: No one likes it?

Well forget it.

☆、Black Cat

Black cat articles.

[-].

I hugged Wen Rui's neck, like every warm night in the cold winter that has passed, I hugged that fragile neck in my arms, and hugged the sleeping head in my arms——

He slept soundly, like a child who completely trusted me, and like a loyal and docile dog.

Then I picked up the knife in my hand and slashed the cool blade across his warm throat. Warm blood gushed out, spread everywhere in the huge dark space, and finally drowned me.

A suffocating silence descended.

Well, I've killed him.

In my imagination.

So, I made another poor excuse for myself, let him go, and left.

I will never allow him to find me again.

So, don't come to me again.

If I meet you alive, I will kill you again.

At that time, it is not in the imagination.I would literally cut off that head and carry it with me, watching his vibrant body slowly rot and pus, and then expose the white bones.

At that time he will become extremely ugly.At that time, no one would like him except me.

[-].

I have only loved two people in my life, one is Wen Rui, I killed him; the other is grandpa, when I go back, grandpa is almost dead.

I left the city where Wen Rui was, and returned to my grandfather.I still buried my face on his crippled leg as I did when I was a child, feeling the weakness of dead flesh—half of my body was still alive, and half of my body was already dead.

Grandpa still stroked my hair like in the past, and then smiled wearily: "Half a year, half a year."

He seemed very happy, but he didn't have the strength to look happy.

He said to me: "Going out for half a year, you must have someone you like."

I nodded.

Grandpa started to be happy, as if half of his body had already died. Seeing me nodding, the dead air faded a lot. He asked me what was the man's name, how was he, where was he, and if he came back with me now.

I said, "His name is Wen Rui."

After I finished speaking, I suddenly fell on his lap and cried: "I killed him."

The whole world fell silent.I told Grandpa I killed him, like everyone else I've killed, his warm blood running through my fingers without leaving a trace.

But my chest hurts so much, as if a knife cut it in, smashing all the internal organs into crumbs, I've never felt so much pain——

I've been hurt a lot, many times I thought I was going to die, but I've never been in so much pain, I've healed where I've been stabbed before, and I'm fine now, he dug a hole in my chest, the hole in the hole Flesh began to fester, never to heal again.

I want to forget him, but the vivid pain exists all the time, and it burns deeper and deeper.

Grandpa asked me why.

I told him that I got rid of Wen Rui because I was tired of him and because he was so annoying.

[-].

I knew that Grandpa was going to die, and Grandpa knew that his own death was coming.

The dead air seemed to creep up from the soles of the feet, spreading to the living upper body bit by bit, and then the living parts also sank in turn - first the waist, then the fingers, then spread to the neck, and finally the eyes...

I don't know when my grandfather died, but I always held him, maybe he held me, and I curled up in his arms like a child, like every night when I was a child.

I noticed that the person I loved in the end was cooling down slowly, like a glass of water on the table, I held it tightly in the cold night, desperately trying to warm it, but it was still a little bit at last When it gets cold, only the rim of the glass still retains the temperature.

As soon as I let go, the heat dissipated.

After he died completely, I held his gray head, and all I felt was numbness.

Everyone I loved is dead, but I am still alive. This life is like a dull knife, constantly cutting wounds that want to heal.The wound has long been filled with dead flesh, and there is no bleeding, but the blunt knife has been sharpened again and again, and new flesh cannot grow.

When I went to bury my grandfather, someone asked my name.

But I don't have a name.I don't have an ID, I don't have personal information, I've used a lot of people's identities, but none of them are mine.

The other party insisted on asking, but I couldn't answer.

In the end, I could only say wearily, "Wen Rui."

"My name is Wen Rui."

[-].

After my grandfather died, someone found me, arranged for me, and sent me to school.

I remember my grandfather said before that when he died, I could go to school and live a free life, but I didn't want a free life at all.

I have lived for so many years and have never been free, but half a year ago I left my grandfather on my own initiative, and I stayed with Wen Rui according to my own choice, but he dug a blood hole in my chest.

Everything Grandpa said was right, but I went against his advice, so I was punished.

I went to college, I learned to draw, I worked part-time as a waiter, and I started trying to live like a normal person.

But I am still not happy.I don't know what to do.

I learn painting and everything very quickly. My teacher likes me very much, and my classmates like me too, but I don't like them.

I don't like being liked.

Being liked means you might let your guard down and let an irrelevant person dig a bloody hole in you.I don't want that anymore, so I hate everyone, but the more I hate them, the more they want to get close to me.

I have a dog who is very dependent on me and I am starting to try to like him.

But it died three months later.When I came home, I saw it lying on the ground. I touched it, and felt the weak flesh that had lost its temperature and tension. Its eyes were still open, but it didn't look at me.

I wanted to find out why it died like crazy, I started to wonder if someone killed it, I even cut open its stomach with a knife to see why it died, but I just couldn't find the reason.

Why did you die?

why?

I can't figure it out, but I never want to have a dog after that.

[-].

My neighbor told me that he likes me, he is my classmate in the same department, and has always tried his best to take care of me.

But my dog ​​died, and everyone became accomplices.

I moved out of that place to stop myself from murdering everyone in that building out of paranoia.

After moving, due to lack of money, I had to do some part-time jobs in restaurants to make a living.

After I had some spare money, I started to buy paints and canvases to practice at home, but I didn’t know what to paint—no matter what I painted, it would bring a layer of dead air, obviously it was a fresh flower, and it came to me It becomes a dying bouquet.

I have also drawn people, but all of them have lifeless eyes.

I didn't know what to draw, I started to smudge, and finally I drew one portrait after another, and I realized that I was drawing Wen Rui.

All I have written is his dying appearance.No matter who I draw, in the end they all look very similar to him, and those eyes that have appeared in my dreams countless times - those eyes that are dying and desperate.

Strangely enough, I haven't actually seen him before he died, but I can draw it, and draw it realistically.

At first I was reluctant to draw him, but then I found that I killed him again and again in the painting, and every time I painted it, my mood would get better.I started laughing at people I didn't know at school, and from my heart.

With the accumulation of paintings, the hole was slowly filled and finally healed.

I think, when spring comes, I can forget about him.I'm going to fall in love with a whole new person again, live like a normal person, and maybe I'll get another dog with him, and this time I'll take good care of it and never let it die.

I am very happy that there is no more dead air in my paintings.

Teachers, classmates, and strangers all like me, and I try to like them too.

Spring is coming again and everything will be fine.

[-].

I thought I was dazzled, but no.

I work as a waiter in a western restaurant and everyone takes good care of me.I was getting used to being among well-meaning people, and I thought I'd soon be nice and kind and gentle, but I didn't.

Because I saw him—I didn't mean to see him.

But he was conspicuous, too conspicuous, with a decent suit, a familiar face, and a smile on the corner of his mouth - it was Wen Rui.

He came to the restaurant with a girl in red, pulled out a chair for her, watched her sit down tenderly, and ordered food for her.

I stood far away holding the plate.No one would scold me even if I stood in the middle of the crowd for a whole day. I thought that people's kindness would heal me one day, but it didn't.

Because I saw him.Seeing his sincere smile, seeing his fascinated eyes, seeing him raise his hand to wipe the cream from the corner of the girl's mouth.

I thought the wound he left on me had healed, but now I realize it hasn't.That wound left a small gap, just such a small gap, when I saw him, the whole wound was torn open from that gap, and turned into that hole for air leakage again.

I obviously worked so hard.

I stood in the dark, and he sat by the candlelight, smiling calmly.

do not laugh.Don't laugh.

The knife left in his body began to turn again, and the silent pain came alive again.

I stood in the dark and cried in despair—my dog ​​died and everyone became accomplices.

The foreman comforted me, coaxed me, took me home, covered me with hot water, but I couldn't stop.

After he left, I got up from the bed and lit all Wen Rui's paintings.I killed him so many times, but when I saw him, I was still reluctant.

The smoke began to diffuse like loneliness, and the fire became more and more intense.

I seemed to be submerged in the sprawling blood, and the pain suffocated me like a tide. I thought, I was probably the first person to be drowned in the fire.

My dog ​​died.

Everyone has become an accomplice.

The author has something to say: Yes, you are right, I am a pervert.

【bad smile】

☆、Wen Rui

Wen Rui

1.

After he was gone I fell into a terrible hallucination.As soon as I close my eyes, I can feel him lying on my pillow, secretly looking at me with those beautiful and smart eyes.His lean body is right next to my hand, and I can touch those warm cheeks and hot lips as soon as I reach out.

This hallucination is very disturbing because whenever I open my eyes, he is not there.

It's like after a person loses a part of his body, he always mistakenly thinks that part is still there, and even can feel the existence of the broken limb, but the illusion is an illusion after all, and it will become blurred and disappear after a long time.

But I remember his appearance so clearly, as long as I close my eyes, I can completely reappear him in front of my eyes——

For a while I indulged in fantasy, I always felt that everyone I saw was the one who took him away, I felt that everyone was hateful, but I didn't know who to hate.

Both my sister and my father were worried about me, and I was brought home to eat by them again and again, but I often couldn't hear them.Sometimes a tree shadow swayed outside the window, and I wondered if he had come back to look for me secretly, and ran out to meet him like crazy.

They were all afraid of me, especially afraid to bring my brother-in-law to see me—after all, I almost killed him last time we met.

I've always been a reassuring son to my parents, but now they think I'm crazy.

I was so upset, I told them my cat was lost, but they told me he didn't exist.My father took me to see a psychiatrist. The doctor asked me his name. I said I didn't know. They believed more and more that he was just a fantasy of mine.

But how is it possible?I love him so much, it is impossible for me to love a hallucination so deeply.

But when she asked me what he looked like, I could remember it completely, his beautiful and wild eyes, his expression when he let me comb his hair lazily, and the expression on his lips. The blood stains, I remembered how he waited quietly to die when I first saw him.

But I was stubbornly unwilling to tell her that he was so precious, and I was afraid that he would be snatched away by anyone.

My cat is lost and everyone becomes an accomplice.

2.

In order to get me back to normal, my sister kept introducing women to me.

I was constantly being taken to see all kinds of women, but my mind was absent, I always went to him with wandering eyes.

A lot of girls think I'm cute when I'm distracted, and they're willing to continue dating me, and some people hate my absent-mindedness and don't want to see me again after the first meeting, but it doesn't make any difference to me, because I can't tell the difference Who is who, I became like this after he left, my world is full, and I can't hold anything else.

My sister began to beg me, and she kept telling me that I was the only one on the grass that day, and they went to see it, but there was no lover I mentioned.I know they all think I'm crazy now, so they want to use this clumsy method to deceive me.

She became more and more afraid that I would really kill my brother-in-law, so she kept looking for all kinds of girls until she found her.

I don't remember her name, but when I saw her for the first time, I froze for a long time—she was beautiful, very quiet, with cat-like eyes, pale skin, thin body, and wearing a black skirt.

She doesn't like to talk very much, and most of the time she just sits quietly and loses her mind. I later found out that she is deaf.

But the way she looks reminds me of my love, I love being with her, I love staring into her cat eyes and bringing her all kinds of gifts to dress her up - if she wears it right , I will buy another one and keep it, and when I see him, I can give it to him.

3.

My hallucinations come and go, sometimes I can tell that the girl sitting in front of me is the girl, but sometimes I mistakenly think he is back.I look forward to seeing that girl again every day, because I bought him many, many things, and I am desperate to know if it is a good fit.

If I could identify this girl, I would tell her that I would pay her to stay with me, and that I would take her to him because they were alike, although he was prettier.

The girl couldn't hear what I said, she sat there like a quiet rag doll.

Of course, even if they are so similar, this girl often disappoints me.Because there is wildness in his eyes, even if he is distracted, there will be a strange aura surrounding him, just sitting quietly is very tempting, but this girl is dull, she is a house cat, And he's a wildcat.

I stopped wandering around the city so often, and my sister was relieved. She struggled to communicate with the deaf girl and begged her to help me.They all thought that what I said was just an illusion, only I knew it was not.

Soon, the girl started school, and she was going to another city to go to school.

I followed her without thinking.My life right now is ridiculous and I only feel alive when I'm with her.

Once she came to see me wearing a red dress, which reminded me of the first time I saw him.Think of the scarlet blood on his alluring lips, think of his provocative eyes, think of the hair that has become sticky due to blood, think of the slender and fragile neck.

I took her to the best restaurant I could find, cared for her with care, and somehow, I survived.

4.

But every night, I still sink into panic.I thought, winter is coming again, will he be cold?I bought him a lot of warm clothes, but next year, it will be out of fashion again, and I will buy him more clothes at that time.

My things piled up more and more, but the thoughts in my heart became heavier and heavier.Sometimes in a new city I worry, what if he returns to the original place?What if he goes to the original home to look for me, but I'm not there?

Every time I'm with that girl, I know she can't hear, and I will say a lot of things to her. Although it's not for her, it makes me feel good to talk like this.

Finally one day, that girl looked up at me and said to me, "I can't hear you, but I can read your lips. Wen Rui, I don't want to read anymore."

She said she had had enough of being treated like a doll by me, and she would never see me again.

I started to be afraid.I can't even see his replacement, I'd be crazy.

As compensation, I took her to dinner at the best restaurant in town and bought her expensive jewelry, and she finally agreed to stay.I don't know what she values, maybe it's just because of my father's assets, maybe it's just because of living expenses, it doesn't matter to me.

I took her to the best western restaurant for dinner, drove her to and from school every day, and took care of her meticulously before letting her stay.

5.

When I was eating in a western restaurant, I heard someone crying.That voice made my heart tremble, but when I looked up, I only saw a figure from behind in the darkness.

A fragile back.

I don't know why, but I think that back image is his - the height, the size, the voice, the luster of the hair, the slender neck, it's all like him.

But he can't cry, his world is indifferent, how could he cry weakly.

I must have missed him so much that I was hallucinating again.

After I leave a western restaurant, I always feel very sad.What if it was him?What if it was someone more like him?Not reconciled, I ran back to look for him again, but this time I couldn't find him.

I went to ask the foreman where he was, but I suddenly remembered that I didn't even know his name. I faltered for a long time, but the other party just looked at me with a smile.

In the end, I said that he was beautiful, like a wild cat, with agility and wildness in his eyes.

At that moment, I was even afraid that he would think of it—I was afraid that even I would not know his name, and would be known by a strange person in such a strange place.

The foreman immediately remembered and said to me: "Ah! You are talking about Wen Rui!"

I don't know why, but his voice was like thunder, which made my eardrums hurt.

6.

He smiled at me: "Wen Rui really looks like a cat, and he just stands there in a daze, and he can make others notice him—"

I couldn't hear what he was saying, and I was like crazy pushing him to take me to him, he thought I was crazy at first, until I swore that if he refused me, I would really kill him.

The foreman was probably frightened by me, he took me to find him——

I don't know why he told people my name, but it made me feel good.He didn't forget me, he always remembered me.Since he didn't have a name, he started using my name, which all made me ecstatic.

I found him, I really found him.

I even thought it was a hallucination, because it was all so incredible, I could hardly believe it.

The head waiter looked at me with fearful eyes, because I was laughing all the way, but I didn't know it.

I found out where he lives.

6.

But all I saw was the stream of fire coming out of the window, and the bright light of the fire almost burned the night.

I rushed in to find him, and I don't even remember how I got in at all, I just remember seeing him lying on the ground, with the room full of burning canvases.

I don't remember how I took him out, but when I took him away, I couldn't hear his breathing, his body lost tension, and turned into what I was most afraid of——

Dried up like a pond, withered like a flower.

But he looked as if he was asleep, his eyelashes drooped quietly, like black butterfly wings, trembling slightly in the firelight.

The edge of the soft hair was scorched by the fire, but the pale face was wet. I held him in my arms and called him again and again, but he didn't answer me.

Someone snatched him from my arms and took him to the emergency room.

He went into that place again.

And I stood outside the door in a daze, in the same maddening fear as the first time.

I will never see him again, those wet and hot lips will split like dry land, those long fingertips will wither like fallen leaves, and that soft neck will break like a branch——

Those lively and wild eyes will dry up.

Will crumble and tarnish.

At that moment, I seemed to see that I was hugging his body, and the body began to fester and eventually only bones were left, and vines clung to the gaps in the bones, and finally a bright red flower bloomed.

Fortunately, he survived.

So, I survived too.

☆、Wen Rui

Wen Rui

[-].

He hadn't woken up since he came out of the operating room, and I was terrified at first that he wouldn't wake up again, but later on, I didn't care.

I scrub him every day, comb his hair, and change him into new clothes that suit him——

Just like I used to do.

In the days when I couldn't see him, he lost a lot of weight. When I stroked him, I could even feel the hardness of the bones under the thin flesh.

At the beginning, I was very afraid that he would wake up and hate me, so I only dared to sleep on his bedside.But then I was not afraid, I thought he might not be able to wake up in the near future, so I lay on the same pillow with him and hugged him to sleep.

The doctor said he couldn't be allowed to lie on the bed for a long time, so I picked him up like a child, and sometimes I even lifted him mischievously, but he wouldn't resist.

I always felt that the liquid food provided by the hospital was not very good, but he gradually became thinner than before. When I touched his face, I could feel the new flesh growing on him.

My sister and my father came to see me twice. When my father saw me before, he always told me to go to the company to help him, but this time he didn't say anything when he saw me.

I'm glad they came and I'm happy to tell them that he's real and that I can touch him now, I can hold him, and I won't allow anyone to touch him.During the period, my sister wanted to help him adjust his body, but I pushed her away.

He belongs to me alone, and no one can touch it.

[-].

My sister asked me, if he couldn't wake up for the rest of his life, would I have to be with him for the rest of his life?

I looked at her in amazement--didn't I?

And he will be very good now, he never quarrels with me when I talk to him, he will never struggle when I hug him and kiss him, he is as good as a house cat, the only regret is that I can't see him like that A pair of smart eyes, but as long as I think that the last person these eyes see is me, and the last person who appears in his dream is me, I am very happy.

His skin was a little dry, and I selected several skin care products for him, so the pale skin returned to rosy.I feel very happy, as if a flower that is about to wither has returned to life in my hands.

His nails will grow longer in a short time, and I carefully tidy them up for him.There was a layer of calluses on his hands. I patiently applied hand cream to him every day. Not only did the calluses disappear, but the skin on his hands became as smooth as jade, and I became happier.

Sometimes I look forward to him waking up, and sometimes I hope he will never wake up. I just need to sit next to him and watch him quietly.

His hair was long, and the black hair was extremely shiny, as soft as a black cat's fur.Instead of cutting his hair, I tied a small knot on his forehead.

I looked at him for a long time, and tied a small bow on it.

so cute.

[-].

I sit next to him every day and watch him quietly, as if I will never get tired of watching him.

I will tell him many things, how I found him, how I miss him, and the things I bought for him.There are so many things that are suitable for him, but I can't bring them all to the hospital, so I wait for him to be released from the hospital, and then take him home.

I will also read to him.We read book after book together, and I figured he could hear it.

The doctor told me that he might not be able to wake up, and he might have to sleep like this for three to five years. After hearing this, my sister burst into tears, but I felt very satisfied.

Anyway, after he wakes up, I will take care of him.

I push him to bask in the sun every morning, or hold him, let him move his arms, and he will lean his head on my shoulder meekly every time-I let him rest his head on it, and he will be very obedient Don't move around.

A small piece of my face was burned, and I didn't find out until much later, and by the time I found out, it had healed and left a scar.

Maybe someone helped me with the wound, but I didn't pay attention, all my energy was on him.

When I have nothing to do, I will count his eyelashes, counting one more eyelashes after counting, and if one day grows one more eyelashes, I will be very happy.

[-].

My sister told me that when the police cleaned up the scene, there were many paintings that were burned.

She said her paintings filled the whole room.My sister said that he fell in love with someone else while I was away and kept drawing him constantly, she made me wake up because he didn't love me at all.

I asked my sister who he drew.

My sister asked me if she told me who he drew, so I was willing to go home with her and live a normal life.

Naturally, I said, of course I'm going to kill that man first and then come back to take care of him.

How could I leave him alone?

I don't know why women cry so much, as if she can't see me well.I haven't been this happy for a whole year, why can't they be happy for me, but must keep crying in front of me?

[-].

Later, some people always came here, saying that they were his classmates, friends, teachers, and neighbors.

My flowers attract too many nasty bugs because they are too fragrant.

I refused to let them see him, and I refused to let anyone bring him food or comfort items, he didn't need these, I bought him enough.

Someone also asked me who I was angrily, and I told those bugs that I was his lover.

Those people were so annoying that I took him home.

My father doesn't allow me to stay alone with him, I don't know why, they always think that one day I will suddenly die suddenly in a place where they can't see, so they beg me to move to the house, but I just want to be alone with him Together, I don't want anyone to see him, and I don't want anyone to help me take care of him.

Maybe I was tired of watching the tears, so I took him home.I carried him to my room on the second floor, I told him that was where I grew up, I sat him at the desk where I sat, read to him the books I had read, and jokingly changed him into Clothes from my school days.

We had a lot of fun together.

I have a piano in my house and I can play it to him.

Sometimes I would pick him up and teach him to play the piano by pressing his fingers. I think although he can't learn it now, he might remember the tune of the piano when he wakes up, which is also very good.

He is getting more and more beautiful.

[-].

Even though I told my sister countless times that I don't care who he painted, the seed of doubt was planted deeply, and I began to worry that he was really in love with someone else-after all, he is so beautiful, and the people who covet him are so beautiful. There are many, and he is so nice and obedient, what if he is cheated?

I tried my best to ask my sister who he was painting, but my sister refused to tell me. She told me over and over again that he didn't love me at all, otherwise he wouldn't leave me, and he wouldn't hide from me.

I remembered that the day I met him he cried, maybe the people who worked with him hurt him, I went to that restaurant and asked everyone, but everyone told me that he was happy and kind Man, he has a lot of friends and all of them like him.

I panic at night, what if he wakes up and tells me he has another love?

What if he insisted on leaving?

What if he doesn't want me to touch him again and ignore me again?

I found a rope to tie him up, but I didn't want him to sleep uncomfortably. Every night before I fell asleep, I had to lock the door, hide the key, and hug him tightly before I dared to fall asleep.

I started getting very sensitive and whenever someone came to him I was nervous.

Even if it's just people from the school visiting him and going through some formalities, I'm still afraid that those people will snatch him away.

I kept asking my sister who the hell he drew, and I started to get very manic.

Finally, she got impatient with my question and started to stare at me and sneer.

She said, what he painted was me.

Thousands of copies, all of them me.

[-].

He killed me in various ways, and vividly drew my dying and desperate eyes, each of which was bloody and cruel, but extremely realistic—she said his origin was unclear, completely Just a madman.

She also told me that she went to find out about his past, that when he was living alone, he killed his own dog, dissected it, and opened its stomach.

My sister said that if I continued to be with him, that dog would be my end.

I listened carefully to what she had to say, and when she had finished, happily begged her to repeat it.

I've never been happier - he remembers me, and he only remembers me when he's away from me.He may have had a dog, and he may have liked that dog, but it doesn't matter now, he only likes me.

I wanted to laugh, but I was afraid that I would scare my sister and make her cry when I laughed, so I tried my best to hold back the joy that overflowed from the bottom of my heart, and laughed secretly for a long time.

I buried my head in my arms and lay down beside his bed, laughing so hard that I couldn't stop.

So happy.

He loves me.

I kissed him on the forehead and watched him sleep soundly, feeling relieved and happy.

[-].

Since I was with him again, I realized that everything I did was wrong.

Even if I lie on the bed and smile, it will scare my sister to tears.My father looked at me and smiled, sighing in despair.

I thought, if he learned to draw while I was away, then I will also learn to draw while he is asleep.I'm a fast learner, I never thought I could learn something so fast.I drew him when he was asleep. They said that every picture I drew was the same, but they were obviously different.

He is brand new every day, which makes me very happy.

Maybe it's because I'm tired of liquid food, yes