blue castle

I took a deep breath, and searched for the woman in the wide attic who was always in a white dress. I saw her lying in a pile of messy things in the corner, and I took a few steps to help her up. The cheeks covered by the black hair were unnaturally red, I touched her forehead, it was hot enough to bake sweet potatoes.

I picked her up horizontally, although I knew she was a tall woman, taller than me, but because she looked very slender, I didn't expect her to be so heavy.I carried her down the attic, but I didn't know which room to go to, so I had to carry her into my room.

Touching her cheek, I sighed, no wonder she has a fever, it has been a while since autumn, and she is still wearing such a thin skirt, there is not even a piece of warm clothing in that attic, she sleeps in that attic every day , Just sleep on the floor in unlined clothes.

Find out the thermometer, measure her body temperature, and suddenly find that this woman's chest is really flat.

My gaze moved up, and the Adam's apple in the middle of the woman's white and slender neck was clearly visible.

My hand that was holding the quilt fell down suddenly, feeling that all the strength in my body was drained all at once.

Cold sweat broke out on my scalp, I carefully checked it tremblingly, and sure enough, she is not her, she is him.

I was stunned for a long time before I regained my sanity. I didn’t have time to mourn my passing heart, and I didn’t have time to think about whether this guy was insane or purely abnormal. I had to take care of this patient with a high fever and a coma. The taxi went to the hospital, and the fever reached 42°. If he was left alone, this guy would have a fever and burn to death.

I was fed medicine again, and I was sweating again, and my body temperature finally dropped in the middle of the night. I was too tired after this ups and downs, so I threw off the quilt, lay down beside him, and fell asleep regardless.That night, I slept very deeply, and it was dawn with almost no dreams.

The sun shines on my eyes through the glass. In the morning light, I found a pair of flickering beautiful eyes staring at me for a moment. The individual didn't respond for a while.

After knowing that this guy is actually a man, looking at him again, he found that he was actually too dull. His appearance was not the delicateness of a woman, but a kind of gentle beauty; his long hair was not a treasure that a woman took care of carefully. And it seems that he has grown so long because he has not taken care of it all year round. The evidence is that he has no bangs; his voice has always been a man's deep and hoarse, but I myself refuse to admit that such a beautiful person is actually a man.

I just stared at him blankly. He seemed to be unable to bear the sight of me for a while. He lowered his head and tucked his head into the bed.

"Why don't you sleep in your room? It's late autumn, don't you feel cold?" I subconsciously avoided the topic that I knew he was a man. Human beings always have quirks, and others have no right to interfere.

He raised his head and looked back at me, his long eyelashes fluttered up and down, I could clearly see his delicate and white skin, straight nose, thin lips, beautiful collarbone, I swallowed unconsciously, the world How could there be such a beautiful man?

I struggled to sit up and patted my face, Zhou Ping, Zhou Ping, he is a man, don't be stupid.

"You passed out in the attic with a high fever, so I had to take you to my room."

"Attic? Did you go into the attic?" He sat up suddenly, asking anxiously.

"Well," I nodded, "I didn't expect to see those paintings in a messy attic. You said your surname was Luo, but I didn't care. Is Luo Hanmei someone of yours?"

Luo Hanmei, people like us who study painting, especially oil painting, almost grew up hearing her name.As early as more than [-] years ago, this woman became popular all over the country. The paintings she drew sold for sky-high prices when she was only in her twenties. Everyone called her a painting genius. There is nothing wrong with her paintings. Heartfelt, unique, and a treasure.When Luo Hanmei was in her thirties, her style of painting suddenly changed overnight. How should I put it?In the past, her paintings were romantic and comfortable to look at, but one day a painting of hers caused an uproar, such distorted, terrifying and uncomfortable paintings... Her painting style continued like this for more than ten years However, such changes did not weaken the charm of her paintings in the slightest. Her paintings became more and more popular and priceless, until the exhibition of her paintings was banned in China, and her paintings were considered unhealthy. It is still hot abroad.

In that very large attic, there are full of works, each of which is so dark and distorted, and Luo Hongmei's representative works are very eye-catching.There is a huge painting in the middle of the attic. It is an unfinished work. In the painting, a young and beautiful woman is being burned by the flames. It seems to be in great pain. The woman's face is full of fear.

There were drawing papers all over the floor. The paintings on the paper were completely different from Luo Hongmei's painting style. It should be drawn by this young Mr. Luo.I wouldn’t be so surprised if there were only Luo Hongmei’s paintings in the attic. There are many instruments of torture in the attic, although it seems that they have not been used for many years, because the handcuffs and whip The floor is full of dust, and the most unbearable thing is that the floor is full of dolls, and each of the cute dolls has been dismantled and dismantled, which makes people feel very uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts.

He hesitated for a long time before opening his mouth: "She... she is my mother, and that attic was her former studio."

"And where is she now?" I asked.

"She died a few years ago."

"Then do you have any other relatives? You have been living here alone since she passed away?"

He did not answer whether he had other relatives, but said: "Since she divorced my father, I have been living here with my mother, and then I am here alone."

I didn't ask about the instruments of torture and dolls in the attic, but just asked, "I've been here for so long, and I still don't know your name."

He looked at me for a while, then suddenly lowered his head: "My name is Yang Ting, Yang Ting."

A distinctly feminine name?By the way, he doesn't know that I already know that he is a man, I secretly shook my head: "You can rest a little longer, I'll cook you food, from today... don't sleep in the attic, sleep on the bed , um... Where is your room? I'll clean it up for you."

In the following days, he still went to the attic every day, but he would go downstairs to eat with me every meal on time. He changed the thin white skirt into a thick white skirt.

Different from the indifference when I first met him, although he is still taciturn, he can feel the different elements in his emotions. Except for the time in the attic, he will always appear by my side most of the time, no matter I am Cooking or painting.

When I was cooking, he would stand in the kitchen and watch me work. Occasionally, I would ask him to poke garlic, get an egg, etc. His stomach was more punctual than the alarm clock. During this period, the smell of the food accompanied his stomach rumbling. The cry always makes people a little bit amused. Seeing my teasing eyes, he always blushed in an instant, but he didn't turn away like the first time. He just lowered his head and let his long black hair cover him. Getting redder in the face.The way he eats is very cute, as if someone would rob him, he eats like a wolf.

Looking at him like this, my heart always beats violently. I know he is a man, but I still can't restrain my inner surge, so I have to force myself to think about other things to divert my attention.