Night Talk Hundred Stories

Minggong Yisi wields a colored pen, drives mountains and seas, and puts it in front of his eyes.The whole hall is full of emerald greens that can be swept away, and Chicheng is full of clouds and smoke.

Qinghe once heard people describe the paintings of mortals with such words. In the past, he only felt that it was exaggerated. How could mortals paint the boundless mountains and mountains and the vastness of the world?

But now, looking at the exquisite and large picture on the stone wall, Qinghe couldn't help being stunned. With the ever-burning lamp lit by Heiyao, he could even clearly see the tiniest patch of fresh green on the weeping willow by the river!

He stood in the middle of the stone room, looked around with a little bewilderment and indescribable shock, and soon met a pair of black eyes full of curiosity——

The young man standing in the heavy snow looked at him with curious and inquiring eyes, and there seemed to be a trace of familiarity in his expression, and he slowly stretched out his hand towards him.

"That is……"

"Our...living soul?!"

The two standing in front of the mural looked at each other. They had thought about it countless times before they came here, but they never imagined that their souls would be trapped in the mural.

Hei Yao raised his head and looked at the person on the mural that was exactly like himself looking at him with a cold face. He felt a strange feeling in his heart. He sensed it in this stone room for a moment, but he couldn't feel anything wrong. The more calm he was, the more he felt that there was a ghost here, and he couldn't help but frown.

Qinghe is also not very willing to stay here, he can feel a very strong smell of blood in the stone room——

It was as if someone had painted the stone room with blood.

After a moment of silence, Qinghe tugged at the corner of Hei Yao's clothes: "Shall we take back the living soul?"

Hei Yao nodded: "Okay."

Saying that, the two stretched out their hands towards the figure in the mural together, only to see that the moment their fingers touched the mural, the entire stone wall emitted a very dazzling light, and within a short while, the two people on the stone wall melted A ray of clear white light merged into the eyebrows of the two of them.

After adjusting their breath a little, the two of them felt no discomfort in their bodies. Looking at the stone wall again, the figure from just now was gone, only a few red plums left, and a few small ones bouncing around under the plum tree. house sparrow.

"Let's go."

Hei Yao held Qing He's hand, not wanting to stay any longer——

"You two...why did you steal my painting?"

A whisper that sounded like a sigh sounded behind them, stopping the two of them in their footsteps.

Countless green firefly-like insects suddenly flew from the ear chambers on both sides of the stone chamber. They flew quietly to one place, and slowly condensed into a human shape.

Qinghe looked at that "person", and suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment: "You are the one who set up this formation, right?"

However, a brief question seemed to open some secret box. In a tense and stagnant atmosphere, the green figure nodded and gave an affirmative answer: "I want to keep my painting... ...Someone once said that this method would work, so I tried it.”

There was a little joy in his voice, and there seemed to be a smile on that fuzzy face: "I succeeded."

"What's with us?"

Hei Yao glanced at the figure in front of him impatiently, turned and left while leading Qing He.

"Give me back my painting!"

The bright green bug that was originally condensed in one place flew away in an instant, and rushed towards the two people who had already walked in front of the stone gate with a decisive attitude. Qinghe raised his hand and formed a strip of light. Lu, but with a more warm feeling, stopped countless flying insects from the two of them.

"what are you going to do!"

A slightly angry voice sounded suddenly, Qinghe's delicate face was covered with a layer of cold frost, even Hei Yao who was standing beside him was momentarily taken aback.

"The thing standing in front of you is not a painting! Do you see it clearly!" Qing He frowned and looked at the undulating bright green bug in front of him, his eyes were filled with fear for a moment.

——The experience of seeing Hei Yao lifeless in front of her, but she was helpless made Qinghe feel a secret knot in his heart, and he never felt that something was wrong, but once he encountered this... It seemed that he wanted to win In the scene of walking Hei Yao, that kind of heart-piercing pain surrounded the young man in an instant. He was very afraid... He was very afraid that if he did not do well, his Hei Yao would disappear from him again. When I saw him again, I couldn't recognize him.

He didn't know if he could bear it again, looked at Hei Yao and asked himself coldly: "Who are you?"

But after a while, Hei Yao understood the complex look in his eyes, and then he stretched out his hand to gently cover Qing He's eyes, covering up the strangeness in front of his eyes, with a voice so gentle that it almost dripped: "Qing He, I'm here."

With just four words, the tight strings in Qinghe's heart suddenly loosened. He let out a breath slowly, the solemnity in his expression gradually dissipated, and his voice calmed down: "Well, I know."

Only then did Hei Yao slowly let go of his hand, and looked up at the little flying insect in front of him: "If you pester me too much, I will destroy the mural in this room of yours."

Those small spots of light stagnated for a moment, and immediately gathered into the original human form again. Abandoning deliberate intimidation and malice, the figure of the young man who gradually became clear was unexpectedly gentle, and the words he uttered were also soothing. mean--

"Sorry... for bothering the two of you because of my obsession..."

As if he hadn't found someone to confide in for a long time, the young man sighed softly with too much regret, and he stepped back from his phantom, "Because I was too angry, I used the taboo technique... But I didn't expect to trap the souls of the two of you..." At this point, he showed a wry smile: "I seem to have almost forgotten the meaning of picking up the paintbrush."

Qinghe's expression has returned to the gentleness of the past, he could feel the difference between the two figures, he squeezed Hei Yao's palm: "They are different."

Even so, Qinghe still did not let go of his guard, and the bright green streamer from the condensed spiritual power still tightly protected the two of them and never dissipated.

"Since that's the case, don't stop us." Hei Yao looked at the young man in front of him and said coldly.

The bright green flying insects began to scatter separately, and the young man who gradually disappeared smiled and nodded, leaving a faint whisper——

"I once drew the faces of the two of you, I am very happy..."

The tomb passage behind the stone gate was lit up with a bright luster like sunlight for an instant, each chalcedony seemed to be trying its best to bloom its own brilliance, and at the end of the tomb passage, a road appeared on the originally empty mountain wall at a fast speed. The door, behind the wide-open stone gate, is the lush green trees in the mountains and forests.

"At the cost of your eternal soul, just to leave behind a room of murals that may never be seen by anyone, don't you regret it?"

Before the young man disappeared completely, Qing He suddenly turned around and asked.

"No," the young man chuckled, "it's crazy..."

Qing He shook his head, and walked out of the stone room together with Hei Yao.

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After stepping out of the mountain forest wrapped in spiritual power, a large area of ​​falling snow immediately dyed their temples white.

Obviously spent most of the day in that mountain, but when he came out, he realized that there was only enough time for a cup of tea, Qinghe closed the hood on his body, and looked back at the still green forest.

"He... doesn't feel lonely at all..."

A low sigh escaped from the young man's mouth, Hei Yao heard the words, reached out and gently pinched the tip of his reddish nose: "If I have Qinghe by my side, I won't feel lonely."

"……me too."

With slightly red cheeks, Qinghe stretched out his arms to hug Hei Yao, and leaned tightly into his arms.

Hei Yao smiled and hugged him as a young boy, his peripheral vision swept across the dense green trees in front of him, during which, a flash of bright green shone towards them, and soon, it was submerged in the Among the woods.

The author has something to say: ——Little Theater——

Qinghe: So Mr. Painter, are you a fetishist? ＞▽＜

Artist: Why?

Qinghe: Because as long as you have your paintings with you, you will not be lonely!

Hei Yao: Maybe it's self-inflicted, a split personality or something.

Painter: (-_-;) Can you not be so harsh?

Hei Yao: Can't.

Artist: ... I don't even have a name from the beginning to the end!You still want to bully me like this!

The first poem: Li Bai's "Dangtu Zhaoyan Shaofu Fentu Landscape Song"

Mr. Li Bai, I love you (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～

PS. The author is back home~ There is no Internet~ The update of this article is suspended~