I, Dayan of the senior department, never dies

But the people of day are gone.

Nian Meng, who has been following behind.

It's daytime!

She is such a big brother!

Nian walked quickly to the place where the day disappeared, and then suddenly realized.

"Eleven's painting."

In a blink of an eye, the field of vision has changed from the outside world to the world in the painting.

Looking at the sky where the sun and the moon rose together and the colors were different, Bai Tian took a deep breath.

I never thought that there would be Mr.'s paintings here.

The ceremony was interrupted, but Bai Tian was not troubled, and even a little surprised.

If the ceremony is interrupted, you can reconnect the ground veins, and if the tripod fails, you can start over.

But if you don't accept Mr.'s painting this time, it may disappear next time.

During the day, he looked around.

He was in a bamboo forest, with a thick white mist behind him, and he looked like he was forbidden to pass through.

In front of him was a path made of stone bricks, which seemed to indicate that he should go forward.

"Don't you need to find your own way... Is this really Mr.'s painting?"

Curiosity suddenly arose in Bai Tian's heart.

He also knew Xi's paintings quite well.

Generally, when entering a painting, the road to a certain place is the most important information, but with the nature of the painter, she will not clearly put this road in front of you.Therefore, if you want to leave the picture scroll, you can only find the way out slowly by yourself.

But this time, he had his own way.

Weird.

Bai Tian took a step and walked along the road.

I don't know how long he walked, but he couldn't see the fog that blocked him when he turned his head, and there was still a path without focus in front of him.

"What is the purpose of doing this, sir?"

"Mr. must have her consideration in doing this."

Daylight continues to move forward.

After about a quarter of an hour, or maybe two quarters of an hour, Bai Tian finally saw a green bamboo house.

"Flowers, plants, flowing water...a rockery and a small pond..."

The small courtyard in front of me is full of artistic conception and beautiful scenery. It is a good place for retirement.

There should be people drawn by Mister here.

Bai Tian walked slowly to the door of the bamboo house and knocked lightly on the door.

"Is anyone there? I'm a passing passenger. It's getting dark. I want to stay overnight."

This is a lie.

The world in the painting will only change when someone observes it. If the appearance of the world has not changed at all, the time in this painting will not change at all.

Daylight called again, and this time, the door opened by itself.

"..."

Although the people inside opened the door impatiently, the wind knocked the door open.

Step into it during the day.

Paintings, what you see are all kinds of paintings.

There are strange mountains and rivers, mountain spirits and wild monsters, customs and human feelings, and all kinds of worldly forms.

But the most fascinating thing is the artist who painted them.

"...that... that is..."

Looking at the figure sitting behind the screen, the tongue that was able to refute the courtiers in the courtroom without confusion during the day became stuttering, stiff and unable to straighten.

He stammered three or two times, swallowed his saliva, and finally managed to utter a sentence or two.

"Is... sir?"

"The world is turbulent and dangerous, and it's not a moment every ten years."

Short verses were recited by her.

Just one sentence made a man cry for her.

"It's really... sir."

Bai Tian walked around the screen slowly, looking at that person nervously and longingly.

"Yes!"

It was a face he was familiar with, a face that had appeared countless times in his dreams.

"gentlemen……"

"sit down."

Her voice was still as soft as before, and as cold as ever, without any human smoke.

"..."

Sitting obediently across from her during the day, his eyes were fixed on her, for fear that she would disappear suddenly.

The other party is also looking at him.

Then, she smiled.

It's just a smile, but it's a smile.

"Long time no see, little guy."

As soon as these words came out, the joy on Bai Tian's face suddenly disappeared.

"You are not sir."

Bai Tian's face collapsed, and the tail that had been raised high was now limp and wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost.

"I'm."

She still maintained that smile.

"you are not."

Bai Bai stared at her, then reached out to wipe her smile away.

This looks more pleasing to the eye.

"I am her."

She wasn't annoyed at being treated like this, she was just proving her true identity.

"Mr. will only call me "Hi", or..."Axi"."

"I see."

She has a little understanding.

"But I'm her. Well, part of it."

She raised her hand, and the thin pen that was kept in the waist pocket during the day flew into her hand.

"Did you... Mr. draw it?"

Bai Zhou had some guesses, but he felt that it was still a little too late to prove it.

"I said it before."

She looked at Bai Tian, ​​picked up the pen, and drew a little turtle on his face.

"I'm a part of her. I have some memories. Maybe she left them for me."

"Or, as you said, these are all the "experiences" she gave me, and I just thought I was her."

She looked at Baitian, and then waved her hand to remove the turtle on Baitian's face.

"I was arranged here by her just to wait for your arrival, and then give myself to you."

"I see."

Her words gave Bai Tian a little understanding.

It turned out that the husband was also looking for him. In order not to miss her, he specially left a picture scroll to give him instructions.

that's nice!

Looking at the "Xi" who looks exactly like her husband in front of him during the day, a smile appeared on his face again.

"So, where is sir now?"

"do not know."

"Huh? When did the gentleman come here?"

"do not remember."

"Oh! Then...that...when did Mr. That leave?"

"It's been too long, I don't remember."

The "Xi" in front of me asked three questions and shattered the smile of the day again.

"But I can tell you what she's been doing all these years."

"so……"

It's just that, he simply... can't refuse.

Sitting upright during the day, he was ready to hear what life was like without his husband all these years.

"In the first year of separation, I felt uncomfortable, and the only way to relax was to sleep.

In the third year of separation, sleep is not solid, sleep

In the fifth year of separation, when I was sleeping, I could only dream of him clearly in my dreams.

The sixth year of parting, Xi, Xi, how can you be so depraved!Have you forgotten your goal of being the strongest painter in Dayan?

The next day, sleep..."

"...???"

Bai Si looked at her suspiciously.

Are you drawn by your husband to help her, or are you an undercover agent who specially digs out her black material?

Back to 43 The other side of the eve

"Then... besides telling stories, can you do anything else?"

The other party's ability to tell stories needs more training. Now, she must be very effective in putting the child to sleep.

Bai Tian shook his head to drive away the tiredness, and then asked her about other things.

"Um……"

The painter picked up his pen and groaned softly, then waved to him.

"Closer."

Bai Tian moved towards her.

"Come closer."

(move, move, move)

"Closer."