Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

"Quick shot!"

"It's shooting!"

Ding Jingyi took out a reflector out of nowhere, and a standard Slav squatted at Ivan's feet: "Quick, have a monologue!"

There was a strange smile on Ivan's face. He was different from the usual guy who asked for 100 yuan for three hours for a model, but another person who was mysterious and secretive.

The stiff monologue diffused in the darkness, turned into an unknown tune, and penetrated into Peng Yuan's ears: "I was born in the countryside of Kiev, the pen is my lips and tongue, and the painting is my words."

"I loved life, I loved that 'her'.Her beauty, my pen can not describe one ten thousandth. "

"I buried her and left home."

"I used to think that she was the pinnacle of beauty, but I found myself insignificant in a larger palace of beauty."

"The dead masters, I am not equal to them; those swift pioneers, sharp and skillful."

"I sewed my eyes shut, wishing to spend the rest of my life with money and sin. Yet demons descended from the sky, reminding me of the limits of being human and the madness of beauty."

"What can surpass beauty? Only death."

"So here I am, leaving fire and dead hope."

……

Ivan's words gradually turned into a slow confession, losing the tone of the song, but Peng Yuan vaguely felt that this was Ivan's "passionate", and the rest of the story was all about the process of the fire, and many details were not even disclosed by the media. Pass.Peng Yuan changed the angle and felt his scalp and legs numb together.

Ding Jingyi poked his head out from behind the reflector: "It's been five or ten minutes, and the memory card is almost out of capacity. Have you finished drawing yet?"

Ivan stopped writing and got down from the high stool. Only then did Peng Yuan see the image on the paper: a figure crawled out of the coffin, behind him was a death scene that was half a mass grave and half a cemetery.

The picture is extremely impactful, and Peng Yuan instantly felt a kind of horror as if he was on the scene, goosebumps stood up all over his body, and even a rotten aroma floated in his nasal cavity.

Peng Yuan asked himself: Did Jingyi wake up from such a dead place and come to me?

Ivan shook his head: "Not very good."

Ding Jingyi put away the reflector: "Ah Yuan, let's cut it! The painting is very good. A five-ten-minute painting has the quality of five-ten minutes. Besides, death is a topic that can't be described in eternal life."

Ivan said slowly: "Friend, we can discuss, but we can't jump to conclusions."

Ding Jingyi smiled, picked up a pencil and stood in front of the easel.

Ivan took the pencil away: "Don't change my things, I don't like it."

Ding Jingyi took back the pencil: "You will like it."

"Don't even think about it!"

Peng Yuan’s impression of Ding Jingyi’s serious big picture painting is limited to the group photo with colored chalk when he first met. In all fairness, to Peng Yuan, a layman who can only draw two-dimensional coat of arms, Ivan and Ding Jingyi’s level of realistic painting is indistinguishable .

Even if the pictures of the two of them are put together with Leng Jun's picture, Peng Yuan can't tell the good from the bad, it's nothing more than the difference between the ceiling on the 501st floor and the 502nd floor, while Peng Yuan is on the ground.

So this battle for pencils, in his opinion, is the breath of gods fighting for the fuse of the US stock market - he doesn't quite understand it.

Hearing only a few long sounds of "click, click, click", Ivan had an extra blue utility knife in his hand.In the dim light, lumpy red marks remained on the utility knife.

When Peng Yuan saw it, he wanted to die for drawing a picture!These two are crazy!

Ding Jingyi said calmly: "Believe me, if you can't draw well, you will gouge out my eyes."

Peng Yuan believed in Ding Jingyi's painting skills, and also believed that he would be able to answer the questions he posed. Peng Yuan even believed in Ivan's vision and character.

But there was one thing he couldn't believe: Ding Jingyi's luck.In case of improper operation, it will be so painful to lose an eye.

The only way to not lose a bet is to not gamble.Peng Yuan grabbed Ding Jingyi and pushed him behind him: "If you can't paint well, please eat skewers, don't use a knife."

Ivan's expression sank, like a precursor to lightning and thunder. Obviously, he is not a person who can be bought by skewers. Such a person is usually called a werewolf.

"Eyes..." Ivan said.

"Eyes, it's a deal, A Yuan don't want to interfere."

Having said that, Peng Yuan gripped his wand and was ready to cheat.No one can allow their boyfriend to drop an eye in front of him.

Ding Jingyi raised the pencil, and the picture instantly turned into a pitch-black tomb, and the previous cemetery could even be called open and bright.

The bottom of the tomb was dark, and two beams of light penetrated from above, one like a nebula and the other like a jellyfish. Ding Jingyi added a clear face to the figure—his own face.

Peng Yuan looked at the picture carefully, and the previous question became a heavy reality: Ding Jingyi crossed the tomb, crossed life and death, and came to him.Romance and horror intertwined, with the remnants of the ancient fire and the suspicion of murder, pouring into his heart at this unexpected moment.

"Why?" Ivan asked.

"Beauty is the concept of the public..." Ding Jingyi stuffed the pencil into the electric pencil sharpener, "Life and death are personal experiences."

Ivan threw the utility knife, and his face was expressionless. From Peng Yuan’s point of view, it was the artist’s dissatisfaction with the works. But after listening to the monologue and watching the contest, Peng Yuan didn’t think these paintings were still art.Art and freedom have boundaries in front of life.

"It's nine o'clock, it's too late, let's go for supper..." Peng Yuan patted Ding Jingyi, and walked out the door naturally with his arms in his arms, "Lei Di should go back early, too, drawing pictures is too crazy."

They went downstairs.It wasn't until he left the community and there was no one behind him, that Peng Yuan felt that his back was covered with cold sweat, like a tortoise shell thawed out of hibernation just arrived in spring.

"That song sounds scary to me..." Peng Yuan pinched his hood and fanned it, "It feels like he committed a murder abroad, and when he came here, he wanted to live a life like a plant, but what kind of stimulation did he receive?" Back to old business."

Ding Jingyi touched Peng Yuan's back, and the slight heat rose, drying his clothes: "Ivan told me that the details of killing and burying people sounded real, and so did the fire. I thought he was bragging , It doesn't look like it now, but murder is part of aesthetics in his opinion, and when he mentions it, he becomes so high-pitched that he can't speak human words."

Peng Yuan took a deep breath, his stomach full of nausea and death.He barely thought through several plans in his mind, but because of nervousness, none of them could go any further.

Ding Jingyi touched him again: "Go and eat something to calm your nerves, what do you want to eat?"

When it came to eating, Peng Yuan's boredom subsided a little, but the previous incident still gave him a headache, like watching his boyfriend go to a dead place beyond his protection scope with his own eyes.

Ding Jingyi patted Peng Yuan: "Don't be nervous, we have already obtained Ivan's confession, the remaining question is how to make him explain clearly. Things are going to be done step by step, let's take it easy first, do you eat skewers?"

"No, no, no..." Peng Yuan started to speak, and felt a little relieved, "It was a place left by the fire just now, and it feels a bit..."

"Have some dessert?"

Peng Yuan covered his head: "Alright..."

Ding Jingyi opened the review software, and walked into the nearest dessert shop with Peng Yuan in his arms.It got dark early in the north, and the dessert shop was about to close, but the kitchen lights went out a few minutes later. The two caught the last train and helped the store clear the discounted cake inventory. Three tiramisu cakes plus two A portion of poplar nectar, as soon as the sweetness enters the mouth, Peng Yuan comes back to life.Those who came alive at the same time still have some memories, not beautiful, but intimate.

Peng Yuan's gaze fell on Ding Jingyi involuntarily. Ding Jingyi at the dining table had only one expression: happy.As if they had never been to the burning house, nor painted a painting of death entitled "Rebirth" in it, he bet that his eyes had never happened.

Peng Yuan smiled, the black-faced cat was forced by life, so he had no choice but to do so.After eating a portion of poplar nectar, he ordered another portion of coconut milk sago: "Who can bear this?"

"Ah?" Ding Jingyi raised his head from the cake and licked his lips covered in brown powder.

Peng Yuan added: "The reinterpretation of life, who can bear it."

Ding Jingyi seemed not to understand, and buried herself in cutting off a corner of the cake.

"Seeing the limit of what I'm good at, I pretended to be dead and woke up..." Peng Yuan stretched out a green fork and smashed it into Ding Jingyi's cake plate, "Then he got angry, very angry."

"Do you still remember this kind of scandal?"

"I seem to have written...and posted it."

Seeing Ding Jingyi's deflated expression, Peng Yuan added: "But I posted that under the category of "invention". I'll go back and delete it tonight..."

56. Chapter 56

"Magician Olin's Confused Invention Series II: The Sword of Lessons - "I Beat Myself" One day, the puppet Anna sent a letter to the God of Time and Space, saying that their creator was assassinated during the critical period of the project, and was killed by the emperor. He was beaten and is recuperating in his residence.

The puppet Anna asks the God of Time and Space to take care of their creator and save him from the ecstasy of being hit by a double blow, which makes the golems panic.

"The God of Time and Space received the letter, read the contents carefully, and figured out the logic amidst the contradictions. He asked the puppet to inform him, and then went to Halloni alone.

"The God of Time and Space arrived at the bedroom of the magician Olin, and saw him lying on the stone bed in the courtyard, with a long sword stuck in his chest, and the wound was no longer bleeding.

Olin cocked his tail, flipping through a novel.Although the Mist Continent of that era knew Dante and Virgil, it was true that there were no video games.

Even the God of Time and Space felt shocking seeing this scene, because any normal human being would not want to see his lover suffer harm, even if it was due to the performance needs of bitter tricks.

"The God of Time and Space sat next to the magician Orin: "That is you