Demon King Dad

: Fourth Year Story 110, Snow Dance Garden

The painter hasn't eaten anything for three days. Did he not sleep either?

In the few remaining hours, his only action every day was to hold the color palette in one hand and the pen in the other, constantly moving on the drawing paper.

Outside, the black clouds finally became unbearable and pressed down.

A bitter cold wind blew into the dilapidated room, blowing away the drawing paper.

The night is getting deeper.

The light outside came on, occasionally coming in, illuminating the walnuts and small bread sleeping on the bed.

The two of them were very tired... lying on the bed, hugging each other, covered with a quilt, with sweet smiles at the corners of their mouths, swimming in their carefree dreams.

The idiot is still sitting in the corner, holding a small piece of completely dried bread and a small glass of water, taking a bite and taking a bite from time to time, so that you can always keep yourself in the best condition to face any problem.

then……

Katrina... Her eyes have completely lost focus. There is no expression on the face, as if there is no slightest emotion in it. However, occasionally she would cough twice. But every time she coughs, some blood drops from the corners of her mouth. Obviously, her life was almost at its end.

And Fanliu...

He is still drawing...

Very slow... Very slow painting...

The pen that was originally covered with sharp needles, at this moment...

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It has become sandpaper.

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call………………

I don't know when it started, and there were white chips floating outside the windows. They were flying, falling from the clouds, and being blown away by the wind.

Tick...tick...tick...

The night is dim, and the paintbrush moves slowly under the urging of the clock.

The first snow of this year was very heavy, and the whiteness seemed to want to cover up this sad continent and block all the sadness...

"…………………………"

The idiot raised his head, his eyes swept slightly. I don't know when, Katerina, who hasn't moved again for 3 days, is tilting her head and looking out the window with a hollow gaze. After that, without knowing where the strength came from, the girl suddenly stood up, swaying, and walked towards the door.

The paintbrush...stuck in the air.

Fanliu's gaze was frozen on the drawing board, and he didn't make any response to Katrina's departure. It wasn't until she completely left the room that he seemed to think of something. He stood up numbly, packed up the easel, carried the unfinished painting on his back, and walked out of the room with the palette tools, and walked along the girl left. Steps, walking quietly...

"……………………"

"Huh?...Wow~~~! It's snowing~~! Little bun, get up and see, it's beautiful snow~~~!"

In the empty room, Walnut smiled. She woke up Little Bread, and the two girls looked at the beautiful world covered in silver and white outside the window and cheered. And when they saw the idiot slowly walking out of the door, they put on clothes, wrapped up scarves, and followed them out.

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snow……

Beautiful snow.

The melodious falling snowflakes are like dancing elves.

The dance steps that are occasionally blown by the wind add to its charm.

A thin layer of white carpet has been laid on the street. Pedestrians clutched their scarves and smiled as the two girls, Walnut and Little Bread, kept running around on the white carpet of Chuxue, stepping on petals with their footprints.

Snow, in the wind and sand city, always seems to be more happy than sad. The children on the street also began to play with snow poles and snowman together. The adults were also laughing, occasionally berating their children not to wet their clothes, while facing this gentle snow scene, drinking wine, eating meat, chatting and laughing.

And here...

A woman who once had the name "Katerina" is now wearing a sleeveless long dress, walking like a corpse in this ice world. No one cares whether she is the eldest lady offering a reward, and no one cares whether the painter behind her is worth 500 Sura, and no one sees her, letting her walk...

Huh...huh...

What used to be a flower garden has now become a snowfield.

When the wind blew, the snow flakes attached to the petals rose one after another and flew into the air.

There was no one in the empty park, and the pale guiding light threw the last light up like compassion.

At the edge of the flowerbed, Katrina sat down on a rockery with a backrest. Behind her is a lake that will never freeze. In front of her, is a snow-white flowerbed. Above her, snow flakes were flying with the wind, and she... she stared at the falling snowflakes blankly, sitting, motionless.

Fanliu also quietly put down the easel, set up the drawing board, held up the pen, and continued his work with his eyes blankly, drawing...

Time... 22:00

It is less than two hours before leaving on November 4.

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"Wow~~~! Wow~~~! What a beautiful snow~~~!"

Walnut spread his arms and ran on the flowerbed. Little Bread also followed her, with his hands open, rushing to stir up the unmelted snow flakes. With a puff, the little girl fell down. Walnut chuckled and ran over to pick her up, patted the snowflakes on her clothes, and lightly tapped her little nose.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

A happy laugh came from the mouths of the two girls.

Here, they have no worries, because there is nothing here that can make them sad or sad. There is no human body to feel the sadness here, because in this city, in this flower garden...

"Sadness" this thing...

Does not exist...

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Drew...

Continue to draw...

The idiot watched the guiding clock erected next to the flower garden and watched the minute hand move one by one.

Drew...

Always just draw...

But his speed is getting slower and slower, and the number of times the artist looks at the girl over there is also less and less...

at last……

"…………………………"

Fan Liu's movement stopped.

In the diamond stardust raised by the two girls playing again, the painter's right hand suddenly dropped. Hold the pen with your right hand and release it.

brush……

Falling down...

The idiot saw it in that short moment.

The body of that pen...

Smooth and round...

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Laughter, raised everywhere in the wind blowing sand city.

What Ruixue brings is not only the beauty of adults, children's toys, but also people's desire for a bumper harvest in the next year and hope for a pure and flawless life.

The snow that fell on the first day after the harvest festival has so many beautiful meanings.

Beautiful...

is it?

Yes, everything is beautiful...

Otherwise, why can laughter come from the flower garden? Why are those snow crystals flying so moving?

"Quick answer."

The sound comes from closing the drawing tool box.

Fanliu, who had already packed everything, took down the painting on the easel, threw it aside at random, put the easel away, and carried it on his back.

The drawing board fell to the ground, arousing a snowflake. But he did not look at the thing again, not even at Katerina who was still sitting on the rockery. He turned around silently, shrank his neck, breathed out at his slightly frozen fingers, and walked towards home...

He is going home.

Soon, his figure disappeared from the flowerbed, buried by the white night...

"Hey~~~! Did you hit it well?...Oh! Little girl, it's amazing~! Okay, look at my sister! Take the move!"

The snowball drew an arc in the night sky, hit the bun’s forehead, and broke.

With laughter, some fragments slowly fell on the abandoned drawing board. In front of the picture, there is a boy. He lowered his head, eyes without emotion, staring at the painting faintly...

The painting is perfect, showing everything in the painting vividly. The girl in the painting is also beautiful, beyond reproach. but……

The girl's face was blank.

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