Descent

After taking a shower, there was a pot of golden flowers on the cabinet in the room. Tong Yu pulled out a casual shirt from the closet and carefully studied the potted flower while putting it on his head. It seemed to be a kind of chrysanthemum, and the petals were relatively Small, very special shape.

Tong Yu hadn't studied the flowers in depth, and couldn't recognize them after looking at them for a while, so she simply sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, unconsciously touching the birthmark on her chest, and then turned to the bandaged wound on her arm.When he took a bath, he carefully removed the gauze and looked at it. The wound recovered unexpectedly quickly, and it was impossible for ordinary people to recover at such a speed.

After sitting for a while, there was a knock on the door. Luo Jue pushed the door open, glanced at Tong Yu's refreshing attire, "Let's go, let's have dinner together."

Although Tong Yu was puzzled that prisoners were still treated like this, he stood up without changing his expression and followed Luo Jue downstairs.

Eric was already sitting at the dining table, and raised his eyes to see Tong Yu behind Luo Jue, frowning: "Prisoners still have this kind of treatment?"

Tong Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in his heart: "Thank you for helping me clear up my doubts."

Luo Jue walked lightly, walked to the dining table and pulled out two chairs, motioned Tong Yu to sit beside him, and said to Eric with a half-smile, "Then do you think prisoners should be locked in dark and damp dungeons and live with a little rice every day? "

Eric shrugged noncommittally, and Luo Jue said without emotion: "Put away Boss Sterling's style, this is my territory, relax."

Tong Yu ignored them, picked up his favorite dish with his chopsticks, and silently fed it to his mouth, the taste was very good.

Luo Jue asked with a smile, "How is it? I did it all by myself." Eric frowned several times, with a complicated expression on his face.

Tong Yu continued to be a mute, shoveling rice into his mouth.

Luo Jue picked up a few shrimps for Eric, and some slices of beef for Tong Yu, "Eat more beef, you bleed a lot before."

Tong Yu glanced at the dishes on the table. They were all very traditional Chinese dishes. He was a little surprised by Luo Jue's versatility. continue to eat.

Luo Jue laughed happily.

After eating, Tong Yu silently went upstairs to his room, Eric followed behind, staring at the back of Tong Yu's head, "Don't play tricks!"

Tong Yu walked into the room at a normal speed, turned around and closed the door, treating the people outside the door as air, he walked to the window of the bathroom to look outside, there seemed to be more security guards patrolling at night than during the day, unless he smashed the window and flew away. Otherwise, it is impossible to escape from birth.

Tong Yu still didn't sleep well that night. After tossing and turning and finally fell asleep, he was full of bizarre dreams. When he woke up in the morning, his face was sweating again. He touched his forehead, showing signs of fever.

Tong Yu didn't respond to the stingy sound of the door, because he knew that Luo Jue would come in by himself, but waited a few seconds for the knock on the door to ring again, he got up and put on his clothes to open the door.

Tong Yu: "..." Outside the door was a strange young woman with delicate features, she looked a bit like Tong Zu'er. There are very few women on Tong's Island. Except for Tong Zuer, he had almost no contact with other women. Well, it was a little embarrassing for a while.

The woman spoke respectfully, and said first, "My name is Zhai Yu, and I'm Luo Shao's assistant. I don't know if I'm disturbing you at this hour." She glanced at Tong Yu: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Tong Yu: "No, what's the matter?"

Zhai Yu: "Master Luo and Eric have something to go out today, I will take care of your diet and daily life."

Tong Yu observed Zhai Yu carefully again, wondering if what she said was true or false, after all they took all the effort to catch him, why was he so careless.

Zhai Yu: "Should I go down for breakfast or should I order someone to serve it?"

Tong Yu: "Go down." He walked a few steps and asked again: "Are there painting tools here?"

Zhai Yu paused: "Yes, it's on the third floor. I'll take you there later."

The decoration on the third floor is relatively simple. Zhai Yu stopped in front of the door of the corner room, "This is a simple storage room. The painting utensils that Master Luo used before are still in there. I tidied them up. Take a look. What is needed."

The space is very large, and the display is a little scattered. There are many exhibition shelves against the wall, and there are all kinds of handicrafts, old utensils, thick knotted ropes full of wild meaning, and ceramics that are cracked but unexpectedly beautiful.

There is a detailed map of the world hanging on the wall, there are several easels by the window, and the drawing boards stand against the wall. There are only half-finished landscape paintings, and the colors are simple and bright, giving people a pleasant and clear feeling.

Tong Yu looked at the landscape painting and asked curiously: "Did he draw this?"

Zhai Yu: "Ms. Luo painted this a year ago, but it's a pity that I changed my interest before it was finished."

There are palettes, watercolor paints, stroke pens, erasers, various types of brushes and watercolor paper on the table next to the easel, and there is a bucket half filled with water on the ground.

Tong Yu: "Thank you, everything is complete."

Zhai Yu: "Then I won't bother you." After speaking, he backed away and closed the door.

Tong Yu stood by the window and looked outside, the view was good, and going out from this room was no longer the backyard of the villa, it was only more than ten meters away from the gate, and the guards at the gate did not increase today, which was almost the same as yesterday.

Tong Yu started to toss the pile of watercolor paints, put the watercolor paper on the drawing board on the easel, picked out a few colors at random, thinking about how to break through later, he started to paint on the drawing paper with no plan in his hand.

Half an hour later, a dark red flower appeared on the drawing paper. The flower color was slightly purple, a bit like a rose, but without the passion and coquettishness of a rose, it was cold and weird.

Looking at the painting, Tong Yu suddenly thought of her own birthmark. Although it was only half in shape, Tong Yu had a premonition that the shape of the birthmark would eventually become the flower in this painting.

Suppressing the irritability in his heart, Tong Yu collected all the water-soluble things in the room, added paints, poured them all into the bucket, took a big brush to mix them evenly, dismantled an easel, and took a sharp wooden Stick, quietly waiting for the opportunity.