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Luke's first question was Zola's brother, Jace.

"...

"You La's painting? Oh...yes, you and You La learned painting together..." Jess wiped his face with a haggard face, and his eyes subconsciously drifted to You La's bedroom where I closed the door, "I, uh... ... Luke, you know, among us brothers, Eura is responsible for my grandfather's artistic talents, and I am responsible for my grandmother's business talents... How should I put it... I'm not very..."

Jess' expression gradually dimmed, and I understood what Jess was thinking almost immediately.

Yes, Jess looked at the door that lost its owner, his sad gaze seemed to penetrate the cold wall of reality, and fell directly on the prisoner soul that You La could not escape.

"His drawing sucks...isn't it?" said Jace with a moan|groan of pain, and he wiped his face vigorously again, "cough... I mean, there are still black and red paints Purple like rotten grapes...seriously, like hell..."

Jess smiled at me as if pleading, and said a pitiful joke, "Coincidentally, Zola is a realist painter."

In front of my eyes... Jess appeared in a trance because he was puzzled and irritable because he saw his brother hanging those horrible autographed paintings in the bedroom. Cynical images of dreams and pursuits.

"You La is talented. Although I am his elder brother, this kid is really a genius when it comes to painting...Look at the legendary hell he painted. Who can say that he doesn't understand the physiological aspects that make people fearful? What about the mechanism? Yes, he draws these paintings according to the principle in his inspiration, so the combination of those lines and colors can make people frightened... Who else but a genius can do such a thing?"

"You're right," I had to comfort Jace, "Yola is a real genius."

Jace must have felt comforted, but the sad thing was that those comforts only added to his pain.

I feel that I have done something wrong, and I don't want to ask any more questions. Yes, I should ask those irrelevant people, those people who can still sing, drink and drink women after learning that You La died. It will burden my conscience.

... "

After some deliberation, Luke set the second subject of questioning as Luanna, a classmate in middle school.

It is worth mentioning that Luana is You La's first love object, and the two had a passionate love affair until Luana realized that she could not bear You La's character.

Luke wants to know what Luana thinks of You La, who returned to her hometown after college to continue painting.

Of course, in order to avoid misunderstandings, Luke, who is very good at dealing with people, is patient, and exchanged life with Luana in a roundabout way, and pieced together the right la in Luana's eyes bit by bit from the chat.

""...'Don't come to see me again, and take other people's desperation for cruel blindness'.I will never forget what You La said to me.At that time, it was as if I had been severely beaten by someone, and it took several months to recover from the pain... You still came to me to say that You La was in pain, right?No matter how painful he is, he is not as painful as I am. I have seen through him a long time ago. He only lives in his own world and doesn't care about others at all. ""

Luke's thoughts went back to the past, it was in the middle of a war that had nothing to do with them, and a soldier who retired due to injury came back, it was "Goldfish Eye".

What his name was, Luke couldn't remember, except that everyone called him "Goldfish Eyes" because his eyes resembled those of a goldfish, and because they didn't like him.

At that time, Luanna and Zola were in the stage of passionate love, and the two were tired of being together all day long. He stayed alone in his garden, painting landscapes in reverse colors, and having a good time entertaining himself.

Suddenly, You La came in through the back gate where the two of them often walked, his face was flushed, and his usually inconspicuous freckles were like sparks, breathing fiery anger and anxiety.

"...

"Let me guess, you had a fight with Miss Muse."

I still remember when I smiled and said such a sentence.

Thinking about it now, You La didn’t break up with me because I said that at that time, it must be because I was indeed a precious friend in his heart.

He just clenched his fists with all his strength, and his face was grim because of the excessive muscle force. To be honest, I almost thought he was going to beat me.

However, he just clenched his fists and gasped heavily, unable to speak for a long time.

It was not until more than ten years later, when You La was dead, that I learned what happened from another party.

Although I am You La's best friend, and You La is also my best friend, but after knowing the ins and outs of the matter, I feel a little pity for Luana.

If you think about it, you will know that a beautiful girl who does not know the world is walking in the sun holding the hand of her first love affectionately, and the world composed of scenery and characters has become a mysterious background.

She felt happy and fascinated by this moment, even the pungent smell of paint from You La had a novel and exciting passion, which made her dizzy.

This kind of romantic moment passes by an old guy who has nothing to do with romance at all, staring at a pair of dead goldfish-like eyes, and those eyes cast a glance when passing by, shattering all enthusiasm and romance—Luana must feel that she I was offended, so I complained to my beloved, saying that men like "Golden Eye" who have been to the battlefield have cruel and cold faces, which are incompatible with this beautiful and peaceful town.

If Luana's arm is not You La but any other young man, then her cue will be received, and she will be satisfied to hear her lover's approval secretly, and then start flirting smoothly It is the gathering of all the good things in the world to give the beloved lover a "handsome and affectionate" face.

However, You La's response was to forcefully withdraw her hand, throw an unprecedented cold voice on her, and strode away without looking back...

Seriously, if Luana and Zola couldn't speak the language, they would have gotten married.

... "

After the drink kicked in, Luana also mentioned to Luke the few brief encounters she had with Youla over the years.

""He walked across like this that day, do you remember the river?Yes, that’s right there, he’s walking by the river, with his arms outstretched like a child’s, staggering along the river bank with his head bowed… I’ve let go of it a long time ago, the foolishness of my youth… I don't have that kind of passion, and I don't hate him anymore, as plain as a dead leaf in late autumn.But that day I saw him walking like that, as if he would fall headlong into the river anytime and anywhere—that’s how he feels to me,” Luana nodded emphatically, “it’s always been like this. "

"Facing the impasse of collapse all the time. No woman would dislike such a complex, mysterious and fragile man, but the problem is, no woman can bear such a man."

Luana put down the bottle and leaned back, shielding her eyes with the back of her hand.

At the end of summer night, the insects and birds were noisy and sad, as if they were mourning for themselves in autumn and winter.

"That day when he was walking like that, I looked at his arm for a while and saw his shadow for a while. I was so calm that I couldn't believe it. I almost rushed down...I don't hate him anymore, I just feel that... You La live Too poor in the world..."

"...It's fine if he's dead."

Luana took a deep breath and said hoarsely as if she had a cold. "

On the way home alone after Luke and Luana parted, he kept wondering whether Luana still had love for Youla, but he didn't come up with an answer in the end, he could only tell himself and Ye Shi that this matter was meaningless.

Then he thought of You La's life, and his own life.

The word "meaning" was like a sword in his chest, making him toss and turn.

It doesn't hurt, but it hurts.

Luke then thought that the so-called meaning is similar to the tokens passed on to each member before the official start of the Assassin's Secret Meeting.The token itself is not important, what is important is the process of passing it on.

Someone is always going to get stabbed with a dagger in the process of passing, and all the blood will be drained.

With this ominous premonition of tragedy, Luke continued his visit.

The plot moves forward slowly with Luke's footsteps. In the middle of the night of this day, Luke met "goldfish eyes".

He didn't dare to admit it at first, he hesitated for a long time before he barely confirmed that the man in the dark was "goldfish eyes".

It seems inappropriate to call each other "goldfish eyes" now.

Because he is no longer a goldfish eye.

His eyes are gone.

The two eye sockets without eyeballs are deeply sunken into the human body in the darkness, appearing darker and darker, with a kind of summer night malice.