Why is the NPC Frightened By Me Again [Infinite Stream]

Lin Huai smiled, and quietly put the letter in his trouser pocket, then turned around and shyly plucked his face with his fingers: "I'm just curious..."

The painter was holding black tea, with the current smile on his face of the player whose big boss caught the peeping clue in the horror game. Seeing Lin Huai say this, he said softly, "It's okay, you..."

"I wonder if there is something hideous inside." Lin Huai added the second half of the sentence, "Who hides the painting in black cloth in broad daylight?"

painter:……

"There's nothing shameful," the artist said. "Under these black cloths, there are some... portraits. Some... portraits of women or men?"

"woman?"

"It's a long story." The painter led him to the sofa and sat down. "You said before that you like black tea the most, so I bought some."

The tea in the cup is clear, and it seems that the quality of the tea is really good. Lin Huai then whispered: "This... Is this tea expensive?"

The painter said, "Do you know what is the hardest thing to find in this world?"

Lin Huai shook his head. The painter then said: "There is no shortage of stories in this world, but the most shortage is people who are willing to listen to you after you tell a story. A good confidant is hard to find, and it is the most cost-effective in the world to exchange a cup of tea for an hour of a confidant. But a deal."

After he finished speaking, he raised his eyes to look at Lin Huai, and smiled slightly, which only read the vicissitudes and romance of Qianfan.

And Lin Huai just nodded and said, "So it's really expensive, right?"

The painter smiled noncommittally. Then, he saw Lin Huai thinking thoughtfully: "In this case, this tea can't be wasted."

After hearing his voice, the painter secretly raised the corner of his mouth.

The fish is hooked.

A handsome and elegant, gentle, exhausted, and literary in vicissitudes, is a huge killer for any young boy or girl who lacks any life experience and is too young.

What's more, he was so gentle and chatting with him.

Next, he would share with him the story of those eight paintings, creating his soulful and lonely image to induce him to drink this cup of tea...like...

Just like he did to everyone who ever entered the studio.

The painter calmly glanced at the cup of black tea from the corner of his eye.

The young man sitting on the sofa opposite him looked innocent and ignorant. He has black hair and dark eyes, extremely white skin, slender fingers folded together, and drooping thick eyelashes are slender and beautiful.

In any worldly sense, this is a pretty handsome young man. However, the reason he really attracted the painter and made the painter make up his mind to make him his new work at the first sight of him was...

The kind of contradictory temperament belonging to him, which the painter caught a glimpse of.

This temperament is not the same as his handsome and soft appearance, it has a bit of sharpness and a bit of coldness. This gave him a little more unpredictable weirdness.

……for example.

Lin Huai sat opposite him, holding the cup with his fingers, and lowered his head. His shoulders seemed to be shaking slightly, and anyone who looked at it would feel that this was the unease of a newcomer, but...

The painter frowned.

He somehow felt that the young man didn't seem to be uneasy, but rather...

excited?

The painter forgot this strange conjecture.

In any case, so far... the artwork he wanted had never escaped his grasp.

——After getting that weird set of painting tools.

The painter's life changed after he got that painting set.

Like many famous geniuses, he has experienced a successful boyhood period. Reiki and talent are the best passports. All doors and all champagne are opened for him. He has a very unique talent in painting. Someone once commented on him:

"There is a 'spirit' in each of his paintings."

However, like many people who rely on spiritual energy to eat. After the success of the youth, followed by the frustration of the youth. He lost the aura of newcomers on which he relied to create, and the sloppy scribbles in his skills, which were previously covered up by passion, gradually appeared. Soon, he was down and out, and even his girlfriend at the time broke up with him and wanted to run to the arms of another painter.

In his desperation, an event breaks into his life - one of his close friends has disappeared.

That friend and his life experience are very similar. They both became famous as teenagers, but they did not leave behind the talents or skills that were enough to support this fame. His friend is also famous for his "spirit". In recent years, his paintings are full of craftsmanship.

In fact, the painter discovered the strangeness of this friend from a month ago. Instead of his usual sullenness, he became more isolated and locked himself in a rental house. The painter went to see him once. In the dim studio, a friend held a paintbrush and stared at the blank drawing paper with bloodshot eyes.

He came to the rental house at the invitation of a friend, and he did not understand the meaning at that time. A friend invited him to sit down, and the two chatted for a while. During the chat, his friends stared at his face all the time, as if there was something on it, which made the painter shudder a little.

He figured out the other party's intentions, and his eyes also noticed the brush in the other party's hand.

——It was a brand he had never seen before, at least, a brand he had never seen before in the hands of this friend who had known him for five years.

In the end, his friend let him go home. The painter was very confused at that time, until after his friend disappeared, he came to his apartment as the only close friend of the other party.

The apartment was as chaotic as he had always been when he arrived. The scrolls and paintings were thrown away casually, but the easel in the center of the room caught his eye.

The easel was covered with a white cloth, the painter hesitated for a moment, then lifted the white cloth.

Just a glance, he was shocked by the dazzling paintings in front of him.

It is difficult for him to describe the greatness of this painting in words. It is the starry sky, creativity, a person's life struggle sinking to the bottom, or the brilliance of life burning oneself at the end... This is the beauty enough to shock everyone!

——This painting deserves to be called a treasure handed down from generation to generation!

Next to the painting, he found the set of painting tools, and a letter that was never written.

The painter opened the letter, which contained several paragraphs.

The shock that these few words brought to him was even greater than that of the painting!

'I got this set of brushes by accident... I know they are sinister and weird, but I can't help but be attracted by them...'

'They can paint the most extant paintings, they can paint the most splendid treasures, on the condition that ... a person's soul. ’

'With a little bit of heart and blood, a person's soul is imprisoned in a painting, you can get the color of the soul, you can get the supreme masterpiece... Different souls will draw different paintings, the more unique The more the soul can paint the handed down paintings... Which painter can resist such a temptation? ’

'I want to paint a masterpiece so much... But I'm still soft-hearted after all, I can't do anything to you. I know, if I go missing, you'll be the first to find out I'm missing, right? ’

‘Don’t look for my news, don’t look for my soul, my soul is already in the painting. This is my final choice. Faust can't refuse a deal with the devil, I've gone to hell, but what I've created is a paradise... This is my ultimate value...'

'Exhibit this painting, as long as this painting can remain, I will have no regrets in my life...'

After reading the letter, the painter's eyes were wet. There were two emotions in his heart. The first emotion comes from the persistence of only painting with one's own soul until the death of a friend, and the second emotion comes from his own dangerous and dangerous escape from death.

He eventually took the painting set with him. The temptation of the devil is indeed endless. When his girlfriend got into another argument with him, he brought her a gentle candlelit dinner and eventually let her into the painting.

Perhaps his girlfriend's soul was as vulgar as he thought, not comparable to his friend at all. The first painting he eventually got was a rose in a vase.

After being drawn into the painting, the girlfriend's body also disappears at the same time with great ease. This made him very satisfied. Later, another woman who had betrayed him was drawn into the same painting by him.

He continued to paint and became picky about the quality of his paintings. He became obsessed with finding those interesting souls in the crowd.

The more interesting the soul, the more beautiful the paintings created together.

His fame grew, and collectors began to pay high prices for his paintings. However, the collectors who bought the paintings all fell into a series of misfortunes, but no one connected them with him. He himself knew nothing about it.

After moving into Chunyu Apartment, the woman from 601 visited him briefly in his room. He usually doesn't eat grass, and the people around him are missing, so the danger is too high. So it was just a friendly visit.

He gave her the picture he originally drew as a small gift. After the thousands of sails passed, he became famous again, and he was no longer brooding about his past failures, and he also lost interest in the rose painting. The only paintings of the soul left beside him now are the eight paintings on the balcony.

However, this property management was beyond his expectations.

He desperately wanted his soul. The painter stared at the young man sitting across from him, thinking to himself that he seemed ignorant of the danger he was about to face.

"There are indeed many stories about those eight paintings," said the painter. "Would you like to see them?"

He took Lin Huai to the balcony and uncovered the black cloth one by one.

They are either girls running in the wheat fields, young people standing on the streets of the city, or girls standing in the mountains like fairies...

The moment Lin Huai saw them, he finally realized where the "uncomfortable" he had perceived before came from.

from the painting.

All the landscapes in the painter's room, all the sketches... there are no "people" in them.

It's almost like he's deliberately avoiding the topic of "people".

In all fairness, these eight paintings are indeed paintings that can make any layman full of praise. Lin Huai stopped in front of a portrait. The portrait was a young man with light brown hair. He lowered his head and smiled shyly.

"...This painting." Lin Huai murmured, "It's amazing."

"Great?"

Lin Huai looked at the bright red collar of the young man in the painting and nodded silently.

"In the process of painting, I have always emphasized a specificity, a specificity that distinguishes me from other mediocre painters, you can call it... the soul." The painter smiled, " A work with a soul is different from a work produced by an assembly line. Although you are not a professional, I can see from the look in your eyes, you can feel it, you even... have resonance.”

Lin Huai nodded: "Maybe it's because I also pay great attention to the soul when I paint."

He thought about the pyramid that he drew with his own hands, but was mocked by Chu Tianshu as the ○ on the head of a lazy sheep... No, the Eiffel Tower, sincerely said: "To a certain extent, we are very Similar, for example... I am often called a soul painter by my classmates in my life."