strictlysupreme Chapter 116 The Boy in the Painting (2)
Chapter 116 The Boy in the Painting (2)
Chapter 116 The Boy in the Painting (2)
The little girl looked sideways suspiciously.
Finding out that it was this strange classmate, she immediately hugged the drawing board tightly, her soft and delicate fingertips pressed hard until her knuckles turned white, and her lips were pursed tightly.
Like a weak animal looking for a sense of security.
But this action seemed to irritate Mo Xinrui who was still indulging in fond memories:
"He's laughing! He's smiling at me!!"
Her insane expression as if taking drugs made the little girl a little scared, Gu Yiyi glanced around to see if there was a safe escape route.
"Did you see it? He must like me, otherwise why would he smile at me!"
As if seeing the girl's small movements, Mo Xinrui had a grim expression on her face, and wanted to reach out to snatch her: "You can't take him away, according to—"
Gu Yiyi subconsciously blocked the drawing board in front of her.
The shrill female voice stopped abruptly.
Mo Xinrui's eyes were still staring at the painting, her nails were so close that they were about to scratch the little girl, but that baby face felt like a body that had been emptied of its soul, stiff and rigid.
The little girl's face was pale with fear.
Following her line of sight, she turned over the drawing board, and timidly looked at the plain white paper with her dark eyes.
The clean and simple boy in white was still sitting on the swing, the corners of his lips were curled up, and his beautiful glazed eyes were full of tenderness under the sun.
——No change from just now.
"Yiyi."
Hearing someone calling her, the girl raised her head subconsciously, and found that Mo Xinrui's stiff eyes were following the drawing board, but she kept repeating two words subconsciously:
"Yiyi, Yiyi..."
The girl was a little scared. Seeing the arm that was still in the air, the two hands with pink nails were grasping, and the veins on the back of the hand were bulging.
You can see how hard the previous action was.
She took a few steps back carefully: "What, what's wrong?"
This thin and weak sound seemed to be a signal.
Mo Xinrui finally took her gaze away from the drawing paper and stared straight at her.
Those eyes seem to be able to absorb people's souls, they are dark and strange, and they can't see any reflection of the sun.
The expression is also very strange.
The corners of his mouth curled up.
Coupled with a baby face, Mo Xinrui's face now is just like the distorted shadow before, terrifying and weird.
"Yiyi, Yiyi..."
Her voice became sharper and sharper, until finally, she suddenly raised her voice: "Gu Yiyi!"
"boom!!"
Like the sound of fireworks blooming, the little girl watched this somewhat unfamiliar classmate explode in front of her eyes, and her flesh and blood turned into mud.
She lay limp on the ground, her teeth chattering.
Thick ink-like blood mist filled the air.
The drawing board slipped from his hand.
Every time she took a breath, the girl's nostrils were filled with a strong and disgusting bloody smell.
"Ah, ahh..."
His throat felt like a heavy weight had fallen.
She wanted to scream, but in the end she could barely let out a small whimper.
I don't know if it was an illusion caused by fright.
Gu Yiyi moved her gaze down stiffly.
The wisteria flowers behind the painting seem to be blooming more delicately, and the petals still seem to be covered with red dewdrops.
The gentle smile on the young man's lips seemed to grow stronger.
Clean with a touch of blood.
She stood up with her slender white arms in front of her, and wanted to escape, but the moment she turned around, a hand was gently placed on her shoulder.
Gu Yiyi froze instantly.
She saw it out of the corner of her eye.
This hand was slender and fair, with well-proportioned joints, and even the nails were neatly trimmed. It would look even better if it was paired with the delicate color of wisteria flowers.
Because... this is what she drew stroke by stroke.
(End of this chapter)