[Exorcism] Parallel Trap

"It's okay if you don't want to say it, I don't force you." The painter changed a pen and dipped it in paint.

"I don't know how to say..." Allen shook his head.

Blame yourself with heartache?To accuse at the top of your voice?It's not a bitter woman.

Or, subconsciously, he still has one last piece of persistence.

"Sometimes, I don't know what I should believe." Allen tried to organize his words, "Although the facts are in front of us and beyond doubt, there seems to be another answer in my heart..."

Even though he has been using reason to urge himself to believe the facts, accept the facts, recognize the false appearances, and recognize him clearly, so that he can concentrate on the original hostile position without distraction, but deep down in his heart, there always seems to be a spark flickering in the dark.

After all, I have been so purely happy, so genuinely warm, so there is really no trace of original intention in it?How powerful acting skills are needed to do this completely?Why doesn't he want to believe his intuition, what he feels in his heart.

But he can't.Otherwise, how would he stick to his original position, how would he face Noah, and how would he face his fellow cult members?So the last trace of contradiction lingered in his heart like a bug, as long as he was not paying attention, it would wait for an opportunity to crawl out, constantly biting the most vulnerable places, disturbing him but being helpless.

"It seems very complicated." The painter frowned and looked back at him. "I can't see that people of your age would think so much."

"So," Allen looked into the other person's eyes and asked word by word, "the heart or the truth, which one should I believe?"

As they looked at each other, there seemed to be something trembling in the eyes behind the lenses, and then he looked away.

"Trust the truth," he replied.

"the truth?"

"It's what you saw and heard with your own eyes." The painter Yang pointed to the real scene painting in the room, "Just like me."

I saw it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears, but who would have expected that even these would change overnight?

"It's not that simple," Allen said with a wry smile, "Even if it's these, there will be fakes."

"Really?" The painter seemed puzzled, "What's so troublesome?"

"It's an enemy," Allen said hesitantly. "He used to be nice to me, but now he's an enemy... no, it's always been..."

The painter didn't make a sound, waiting for him to continue.

"I once trusted him and put my partner in danger. Later, he told me that everything before was just a game and it was all fake. Yes, it should have been fake...but sometimes I I feel that those feelings and memories are very real, I don’t know whether I should believe them, those..." Allen paused for a while, and then continued, "I don't know, where should I put him now."

"The position of the enemy."

The painter answered quickly and firmly, and compared the two pens in his hand with a fork.

"It's easy, isn't it?"

Allen looked at the fork, but didn't speak.

"Since we are enemies, we are enemies regardless of whether they are good or bad. Since ancient times, there has been no distinction between good and bad on the battlefield, only comrades-in-arms and enemies. Therefore, the position of hostility will never change. It is good to know this. The painter shrugged, "Besides, from what you said, he lied to you no matter what. Cheating is a felony, not to mention showing off so self-righteously after cheating, so that guy must not be a good person... What's wrong?"

Halfway through the talk, the painter realized that the boy was looking at him seriously.

"It's nothing, I just think... what you said seems to make sense." Inexplicably, I feel that these words are very appropriate, and they are perfect for Tiqi.

"So what else do you have to worry about?" The painter spread his hands, as if he had solved the problem.

Yes, there is nothing to worry about.As long as he returned to the original position and brought everything back to the original point, the two had taken different paths in the first place, and there would be no intersection in the first place, but now he just needs to stick to the original path and continue walking.Just treat this more than a month as a dream, as if it never happened, as if you never knew or even knew Tiqi Meek.

Thinking of this, Allen found that his mood was a little more relaxed, and those worries and conflicts seemed less important at the moment.

"That's right," Allen put on a big smile, "Thank you, Uncle Izzy."

"..." The painter also smiled politely, silently accepting another call from uncle.

Only then did Allen realize that the painter had stopped painting, and the painting seemed to have been completed, so he leaned over to look at it.

"Eh?! This..." Allen looked at the bean sprout in the painting that broke through the ground and was crystal clear in the sun, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

"It's finished, isn't it fast?" the painter was proud.

"You did it on purpose, you must." Allen asked dissatisfied.

"What's on purpose? Didn't you let me paint casually? I just want to paint plants recently, so..."

"Liar."

"I did not lie to you."

"It must have been changed after I heard that nickname." Allen pointed at the painting to see clearly, "You can see that the color here has obviously been covered. It used to be a big tree? Or is there grass? And why do bean sprouts grow out of the soil? Shouldn't be..."

"Okay, okay," the painter smiled and surrendered, "Then you don't want this?"

"Yes." Allen answered simply, and quickly snatched the painting over, "It was meant to be given to me."

"..." The painter was taken aback when he saw the boy's upright look, and then laughed loudly, "You kid, you are really interesting."

When he came out from the painter's place, Allen was already in a much better mood. Looking back at the cabin under the setting sun, he suddenly felt very cordial.

"Thank you so much today!" Allen thanked with a smile.

"Yes, that's how it should be. It looks good when you smile." The painter waved his hand at the door, "Come and play next time."

"Well, okay." Allen also waved goodbye, "Goodbye."

"bye."

Tiqi leaned against the door frame, watching the boy's figure gradually drift away, and finally disappeared into the setting sun.He took off his glasses, brushed his hair back, and looked at the direction where the boy disappeared, without a smile on his face.

A faint sigh in the air disturbed the wandering dust and dissipated in the wind.

"Silly boy."