God is Daozu

Qiangju opened the curtains and looked outside. The hillside was hazy and the sky was slightly bright. Will Jiang Ping be seen on the hillside?

He opened the door and walked down. Daniel was drinking tea downstairs in a white shirt and trousers. As usual, there was no sign of fatigue on his face.

Daniel put down the teacup, looked at Qiangju on the stairs, "Good morning."

There was an indescribable warmth in those two short words, although Daniel's slightly serious tone had nothing to do with warmth.Qiangju was a little shy but brisk, "Good morning, Neil, are you feeling well?"

Daniel nodded, beckoning with his slender fingers, Qiang Ju walked up to Daniel, Daniel adjusted the slightly loose button of the overalls on Qiang Ju's shoulders, and then glanced at Qiang Ju, who was wearing a beige shirt with striped overalls, There are also black socks and brown leather shoes. The eyes under the tangerine black hair looked back and forth between the two of them's attire, and then slightly pursed their lips, reluctantly.

"Being treated like a child." Daniel said lightly.

Qiangju was slightly annoyed, the new servant prepared Qiangju's clothes for children, and Daniel reached out and smoothed Qiangju's hair.

"Sir, do you need a return gift for the gift you put in your living room last night?" the maid asked softly.

"what gift."

"Miss Yu's share."

"Look at it."

Qiang Ju looked at the salad on the plate and fiddled with it. The gift made Qiang Ju a little unspeakably unhappy. After Qiang Ju finished eating quickly, he ran out, afraid that Daniel would notice his awkwardness. A servant behind him shouted, "Where to go?"

"Mountain climbing." Qiang Ju didn't look back.

Daniel looked up through the glass at Qiang Tangerine walking through the sunflower field, then lowered his eyes, "Give Mr. Xiao a hat."

"Do you want to follow him?"

"Need not."

So Qiangju ran and felt footsteps behind her. The male servant wore a neat suit and put a round straw hat on Qiangju's head, "Sir, please put it on."

Qiang Ju was stunned and obediently adjusted her hat, followed the direction where the wind was blowing through the grass, and looked towards the house in the distance.

As soon as Daniel comes back, this white house is home.

Just as Qiang Ju expected, Jiang Ping stood on the other side of the hillside. He was wearing a dark blue shirt and looked at him holding the drawing board. Qiang Ju held his hat and ran towards him. among.

"Do you think I'll be here today?"

Jiang Ping's eyes became more gentle, and she nodded.

Jiang Ping took Qiangju and walked far away. On the back of the hillside, Qiangju saw a cluster of double-petaled flowers, which were especially gorgeous in the green grass below the feet. Light pink milk yellow and light purple appeared harmoniously. on the same flower.

"what is that?"

Monet rose.Jiang Ping wrote in the palm of Qiang Ju.

Looking at the layers of flowers, Qiangju said, "It really looks like the flowers growing out of a painter's pen."

Jiang Ping stretched out her hand, and lovingly helped Qiang Ju, who was squatting in front of the flower to observe, press the hat.

"I really want to give it to Daniel."

Jiang Ping's hand stopped, her eyes changed.

"But it doesn't belong to me, and it doesn't want to leave here...Daniel is sick and has received many condolence gifts, but I have nothing. I have nothing to give him."

Jiang Ping looked at Qiangju quietly, then sat beside Hua, set up the drawing board, and handed Qiangju the brush.

Draw it and give it to him.Jiang Ping wrote.

"But I don't know how to use these things."

Jiang Ping unscrewed the oil paint with a smile, adjusted the color, and began to outline the double petals with the shallow water marks on the pen while holding Qiangju. Some deep memories revived in Qiangju's body, and Jiang Ping let go of Qiangju. Ju's hand, Qiang Ju began to draw almost like muscle memory, as if someone held his hand and taught him to draw many years ago.

He fell into a state of unconsciousness, his hands followed his memory to draw, only the sound of the wind and Jiang Ping's shallow breathing could be heard, and the soft and gorgeous Monet flowers like a fairy tale fell on the drawing board in front of him. Familiar, he seems to have reproduced the past that he can't see clearly in his memory.

"Do you know me?" Qiang Ju's voice was very soft, and her eyes seemed to be looking further into the distance through the drawing board.

"Jiang Ping, do you know me?"

He didn't look back, he knew that Jiang Ping was just smiling calmly as always.

Qiang Ju turned around, hoping to find something from Jiang Ping's face, but the other party just smiled and wrote the name of a region in his palm. Qiang Ju felt a kind of disappointment pouring down from head to toe. The Ishtar district was too far away, and his flesh and blood forced a smile, "That's really a pity."

He looked at the drawing board again, and then blurted out: "...Because many times I think you... are too familiar."

Jiang Ping's eyelashes trembled, and he suddenly took away the pen in Qiang Ju's hand as if suppressing an explosion, pulled out a brand new drawing paper from the bag and pressed it on the ground, the wind blew the drawing paper in Jiang Ping's hand, His shirt swelled in the wind. With red paint, a girl with a single ponytail holding a bow and arrow appeared on the drawing paper. There were many targets in front of the girl. Jiang Ping outlined the proud feeling of the girl with a few strokes.

This is!Qiang Ju reached out to get that painting!

Jiang Ping got up and grabbed Qiang Ju's hand.

"You!" You can also see Lu Chan's dream!

Qiang Ju raised her head in panic.

Jiang Ping answered Qiang Ju's unspoken words with a smile, squatting in front of Qiang Ju and holding Qiang Ju's face.

"Are you a Sentinel?"

Jiang Ping nodded, he moved closer to Qiangju, and looked into Qiangju's eyes. A white picture was forcibly implanted in Qiangju's mind, and his spirit was instantly invaded.

Zhou Ming was lying on the bed with his shoulders bare and smoking a cigarette, his eyes were dim, and there was no response when the ash fell on his fingers. Qiang Ju stretched out his hand and stroked his shoulder from the perspective of Qiang Ju, Zhou Ming's eyes turned hard at this moment.

"Why don't you go to Yu Nuona!"

"Zhou Ming, you don't need it." Lu Chan's voice sounded coldly.

Zhou Ming put out his cigarette and buried himself in the quilt in despair. Lu Chan reached out to touch Zhou Ming's hair, but the other party opened it.

"I let down the person who loves me the most... I am indeed a wolf!"

"You have been doing very well Zhou Ming." Lu Chan said calmly.

"It's not you!" Zhou Ming roared back with red eyes, "It's not you!"

"You don't love me! Do you think I don't know?! You don't love me! Lu Chan, do you think you can handle people well?! You don't! Destroy! Destroy everything!" Zhou Ming broke down and shouted!

"It's all gone! The only warmth in my life of more than [-] years is gone! Yesterday in that laboratory, she said to Professor Bai, 'Zhou Ming will never lie to her'! All gone!"

"Calm down, she doesn't know you're lying!" Lu Chan lost his patience.

Zhou Ming felt the absurdity in a daze, and stared at Lu Chan coldly, wanting to use his eyes to study what was under Lu Chan's flesh, and suddenly laughed mockingly.

"Why should I let down a person who loves me because of a person who doesn't like me?" Zhou Ming murmured and burst into tears.

"Lu Chan, you are an animal."

Qiang Ju struggled out of this memory, his hair under the hat was covered with cold sweat, he opened his mouth and looked at the smiling Jiang Ping in astonishment.

"Do you know something?"

"Do you know why we see this?"

"Do you know that this is the ability of the spiritual body?"

"Who are you?!"

"You must know what, right?!"

Jiang Ping didn't answer, his eyes were gentle and deep, he stared at Qiang Ju anxiously and panicked and turned his face away, his smile restrained a bit, his slender fingers tore the piece of paper to pieces completely, Ju's eyes fluttered, and the piece of paper flew away with the wind.

Jiang Ping turned around and was about to leave, Qiang Ju yelled: "Do you know what?! Tell me, Jiang Ping, what do you know?!" He desperately wanted to know all this!Eager to follow any clues to know who he is!Desperate to know who his parents are!

"Please!" Qiang Ju was hysterical!

Jiang Ping suddenly turned around and knelt down, hugging Qiang Ju tightly. Jiang Ping's smile from beginning to end made Qiang Ju feel weird. He thought it was the expression that an extremely gentle person would always have, but now it seems like Jiang Ping never showed any expression.

This smile grew on Jiang Ping's face, and she remained motionless.

"...You told me but regretted it." Qiang Ju calmed down a bit.

After Qiang Ju said this, he felt that embrace tightened, and he became sensitive to Jiang Ping's smile, as if they had always lived together.

"You're guilty."

"Why are we seeing this, why are you a Sentinel and not at school?"

Jiang Ping didn't respond but just hugged Qiang Ju, and a steady stream of guilt and regret was passed on to Qiang Ju. Qiang Ju regretted asking, and he didn't want Jiang Ping to be like this.

"...if this makes you miserable... I know you won't say it, and I won't tell anyone about everything today. I'll just ask you one last question. Do you know who I am?"

Jiang Ping shook her head.

"Forget it..." Qiang Ju seemed to be drained of all his strength, he laughed at himself, "I was like crazy just now, I'm sorry."

Jiang Ping let go of the Qiangju after a pause.

They tacitly acted as if nothing had happened. Jiang Ping framed Qiangju's painting. He took Qiangju and walked down the hill step by step. Finally, he stopped and let go.

Qiang Ju walked forward holding the picture frame, suddenly he turned his head, Jiang Ping almost burst into tears because of this moment of turning back, he waved his hand in a daze, Qiang Ju turned his head, Jiang Ping looked at Qiang Ju until he Sunk in that patch of sunflowers.

The white door at the end of the sunflower opened, Daniel stood at the door, Qiang Ju came back from a bunch of doubts, looked in his hand, and hid the painting behind him in a panic.

"time to eat."

Daniel didn't ask Qiang Ju what was hiding behind him.

This is for him.

Will he like it?

"Neil!" Qiang Ju plucked up his courage.

"Ah."

Will he like my gift over someone else's?

Qiang Ju hugged the painting to her chest.

"I saw Monet flowers on the hillside today, and I suddenly wanted to give them to you." Qiang Ju's eyes were clear and bright.

"But it's not mine, and it doesn't want to leave the house."

"I drew it and gave it to you, and I hope you will never, ever get sick."

"I have nothing to give you, will you like it?"

The black-haired boy stood among the sunflowers and turned around the Monet rose. The colors of fairy tales were all in his arms. Daniel walked up to Qiangju step by step and took over the painting, as if he had taken over the painting from the boy himself. Like all the fairy tales in his arms, Monet flowers will always bloom in his arms.

He solemnly made a promise to the young man in front of him like an oath, and answered Qiangju's question that day in this field of sunflowers.

"I will always remember you."