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Mei Ling'er took a sip of boiled water and said calmly, "Take that miniature Venus stone statue on the bookshelf and turn it three times clockwise, then five times counterclockwise."

"A miniature stone statue of Venus..." Zhang Prajna murmured. Her husband never let her touch the stone statue. Once, when she was cleaning, the rag accidentally touched it, and Zhang Qingsong immediately hit her arm with a ruler, hitting her dozens of times in a row.

The beating left Zhang Prajna unable to lift her right hand for half a month.

It was not until this moment that the woman realized that there was a secret hidden under the miniature stone statue of Venus. No wonder her husband was so angry.

Unfortunately, she had always succumbed to the other party's clutches and had no doubt about his reaction.

At this moment, she turned the stone statue according to Master Ling's instructions. Her heart was about to jump out of her chest, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Three circles clockwise, five circles counterclockwise... When she finished the last circle, the bookshelf automatically moved to the sides, revealing a stone door that was large enough for two people to pass through.

Zhang Prajna turned around in surprise, "Master Ling, there's a tunnel!"

"Yeah." Mei Ling'er said lightly: "Go inside and take a look."

Zhang Qingsong made a humming sound. Zhang Prajna picked up the ruler and hit him twice on the shoulder. The man lowered his head automatically like an eggplant hit by frost, with his head drooping on his shoulders.

The man couldn't understand why his wife had suddenly become like this. Was she planning this? She had hidden it so well that he hadn't noticed it at all.

Um...hiss...he let out a muffled groan and the man looked down.

The wheel of the wheelchair was caught on the door sill. Zhang Prajna lifted it up suddenly, and the wheelchair lost balance. His left knee hit the door frame, and his head was about to hit it. He quickly straightened his back and pushed his left shoulder out to save his head.

Ah... I didn't expect it still hurts so much.

what……

Zhang Prajna, who was sitting in the wheelchair, breathed a sigh of relief and finally got over this hurdle!

Zhang Qingsong's struggle was like a cork floating in the water, which would bounce back at any time when pressed down. The sound of the ruler colliding with the man's body was amplified by the tunnel, attracting a curious female audience.

"younger brother?"

"Zhang Chunxi?" Zhang Prajna recognized her and shouted in surprise, "Why are you here?"

The woman lowered her head, her eyes filled with fear. "I'm mentally ill, and the whole world is trying to catch me. Only my brother is willing to protect me. He gives me a place to live, food to eat, and allows me to do what I love."

After she finished speaking, she mustered up her courage and looked up at Zhang Prajna, pleading, "Are you planning to arrest me too?" The woman glanced at Zhang Qingsong worriedly, "Please let my brother go. I'm willing to go with you."

Zhang Prajna was still in shock at finding Zhang Chunxi. She couldn't help but ask, "How long have you lived here?"

"Huh?" Zhang Chunxi was stunned for a few seconds, then pulled his hair with his hands and replied, "I... I forgot. I can't remember a lot of things."

The woman released her grip on her hair and smiled slightly. "It's okay. I won't forget how to pick up a paintbrush. As long as my hands can move, I can keep painting."

"Drawing?" Zhang Prajna opened her eyes wide. A certain answer in her mind was wrapped in wool. She was reaching out to untie it, circle after circle...

"Yes!" When talking about painting, Zhang Qingsong was as happy as a child. She came close to Zhang Prajna and together with her, pushed Zhang Qingsong towards the depths of the tunnel.

There are bedrooms, kitchens, living rooms, gyms, bathrooms, studies and studios. As Zhang Chunxi said, the conditions here are enough for her to live.

studio!

Zhang Prajna's gaze lingered in the studio. The woman's feet unconsciously walked over. On the easel stood an unfinished work. Zhang Chunxi ran over and introduced it:

“This is the work I’m about to finish: The Self.”

"Self?" Zhang Prajna laughed sarcastically. "I don't know much about painting, but after taking care of Zhang Qingsong for so many years, I've already memorized his style. I didn't expect that you two siblings have exactly the same style, and the brushstrokes are exactly the same."

"Logically, I should call you sister." She turned to Zhang Chunxi and said, "Do you know that this bastard has taken all your works for himself?"

"No..." Zhang Chunxi's eyes were filled with fear. "I don't have any works worthy of my brother taking them away. Even if I did, I... I wouldn't care..."

"You don't care?" Zhang Prajna laughed out loud, "Of course someone else cares for you!"

Uh huh...

Zhang Qingsong shook his head, and it was obvious that he wanted to defend himself.

This time, Zhang Prajna pulled the towel out of his mouth and said indifferently, "Speak..."

"Prajna, listen to me. I really want to divorce you, as long as you let us go. My sister is mentally ill. If she gets sick, she might hurt you."

"If you're worried about me retaliating against you, I can find someone to help send you abroad to be with your children, and we'll sever our ties from now on. Feel free to ask for anything else you want!"

Zhang Qingsong's expression was sincere and his attitude was upright. If it were in the past, Zhang Prajna might have reached a deal with the other party long ago, but now... She glanced at Zhang Chunxi and asked gently:

"You and Zhang Qingsong both say you're mentally ill. Do you have any evidence?"

"Evidence..." Zhang Chunxi frowned, her head began to buzz with pain, "I don't want to hear these two words, my head hurts..." After saying this, she lay on the ground, curled up, and kept groaning: "It hurts... It hurts so much..."

"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Prajna squatted down and looked at the woman worriedly.

At this time, Mei Ling'er's voice came from the phone.

"Don't touch her yet. Now we can only wait for her to recover."

"Why is she like this?" Zhang Prajna asked in confusion, "Master Ling, please tell me."

Mei Ling'er: "After Zhang Qingsong was in a car accident, he lost his ability to work and could only lie in bed all day. Until one day, Zhang Chunxi found him."

"Brother!" Zhang Chunxi rushed into Zhang Qingsong's bedroom and said excitedly, "Someone wants my painting!"

“I never thought anyone would want my paintings. I’m so happy!”

Selling paintings?

Zhang Qingsong looked puzzled, "What kind of paintings are you selling?"

Zhang Chunxi's face flushed. "Speaking of which, I have to thank you. When you were little, you didn't want to go to painting class, so you asked me to take your place. That was the beginning of my painting journey. Although I majored in architecture in college, I didn't neglect oil painting at all, and even often took classes at the Academy of Fine Arts."

"After graduation, I worked and created paintings at the same time. After I finished a painting, I would just post it online. I didn't expect that someone would like it and spend 5,000 yuan to buy my painting!"