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Liang Sheng shook his head lightly, his breathing still slightly unsteady: "It's just a fear of the dark, a problem brought out of the ruins of the earthquake."

what?

Xiao Ji couldn't understand it at all.

Afraid of the darkness and turning off the lights?

Since nuè?

God, human intentions are so elusive.

Adhering to the principle of asking if you don't understand, Xiao Ji touched his head and asked, "Why don't you turn on the light?"

Liang Sheng didn't answer.

Then there was a long silence, and the atmosphere solidified and settled a little bit.

"Author?" Xiao Ji raised his hand again and waved in front of Liang Sheng's eyes.

Liang Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

Xiao Ji quickly guessed: "It's because of Mr. He Yuhe?"

Obviously, Liang Sheng's body was stiff, and there were cracks in his cold expression, like a mask falling off.

She pursed her lips tightly and said after a while, "Do you know what happened today?"

Xiao Ji nodded: "I know."

long silence.

Finally, a hoarse and steady voice broke the silence.

"Old Mr. He Yuhe."

A bit of night wind that penetrated through the gap in the window lifted a few strands of black hair, she turned her head, paused, and continued: "Mr. He Yuhe is the senior I admire the most, from skills to character He once personally guided me, and it was thanks to his care that I was able to get out of the shadows at that time. I am really... very grateful."

"The old man has a straight temper. As long as he thinks it is right, he dares to say anything. I admire him very much."

"There is nothing wrong with what he said. He should look down on me. But why is he the one who was scolded in the end..."

"I'm sorry……"

The last tone had already brought a slight suffocation, and then stopped suddenly.

Xiao Ji tried to understand the author's mood.

Are you punishing yourself for being too guilty?

Why do human minds have to make so many detours...it's hard to imagine...

After a while.

Liang Sheng restrained himself a little, and looked at Xiao Ji with something in his eyes.

Then, Liang Sheng suddenly asked, "Have you seen my paintings?"

Xiao Ji shook his head.

Liang Sheng pointed to the drawing board standing by the wall, covered with canvas.

Xiao Ji moved down the bed and walked over: "Can you uncover it?"

"Um."

Xiao Ji licked his lips, stared intently at the drawing board, and hesitantly lifted the canvas on it.

aha?

This is... what?

On the drawing paper, a gray-haired girl was sitting, smiling, with white teeth.

Isn't this yourself?

Xiao Ji stared blankly at the painting.

"It's not a realistic oil painting, but some artistic processing has been done." Liang Sheng paused and asked, "What do you think of the painting?"

How is the drawing...?

"Drawing well..." Xiao Ji swallowed, "It's really good..."

Xiao Ji told the truth.

The whole painting is particularly eye-catching, the most outstanding thing is the pair of gray eyes, how can you express such a pure and clean smile with gray, it is too... too impactful.

Liang Sheng chuckled, please add'one'one'zero'eight'one'seven'nine'five' one, the laughter was a bit cold, with veiled self-deprecating.

"Not good enough, really."

"Excessive attention to impact has led to partial imbalance of color, which makes the whole painting lack texture, weakens the longer-term meaning, and there are many processing problems...Mr. He is right. I have talent and aura. But with too little experience, it can still stand in the younger generation, but in the oil painting world..."

"It's really ignorant." She said softly.

"No way, you're famous."

Xiao Ji was a little dizzy, and said in a daze.

Liang Sheng smiled, the laughter was soft and lacked warmth.

"It's our rule here, you don't understand," she said.

"Depression, disability, orphans, beauty, genius, and the collective memory of the Great Earthquake..."

Liang Sheng tapped the quilt with his slender fingers, and light blue blood vessels were faintly visible under the thin skin on the back of his hand.

Every time he said a word, his eyes became more cold.

"You don't understand what kind of hype is contained in such a combination."

How can a person's deepest pain be consumed?

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Xiao Ji woke up in a daze, and found that she was still under the tattered quilt.

She rubbed her eyes, vaguely remembering that she seemed to have time-traveled yesterday.

The memory of the beginning is very clear - pulling hands, turning on the lights, asking and answering, looking at pictures...

What's behind? What's behind?

Xiao Ji knocked hard on the head a few times, thought desperately, and the memory just came back intermittently.

Later... the author said something that she didn't quite understand, such as "hype", "public opinion" and so on.

She didn't understand, so she desperately pestered the author to ask.

The author explained to her slowly.

She still didn't understand, and continued to pester the author with questions.

The author continued to explain to her.

Then...she listened and fell asleep...

But she remembered that in the end, the author seemed to feel a little better.

☆、No.20 Sixth update

Human emotions are really elusive...

While complaining in his heart, Xiao Ji yawned and rubbed his head.

Um?

Why doesn't it seem to be bald?

Xiao Ji touched down the hair a little bit, and found that it had grown a lot.

What did the author confide in the diary? She couldn't help thinking about it.

Although Xiaoji's need for hair is not so strong now, out of curiosity about the author's inner world, she still crossed her legs with great interest and entered the self-reading mode.

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【Chapter 15】

Sunny weather on Sunday March 3

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Thank you yesterday.

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Tax time is 4:09:13.

Published at 4:09:14.

From this point of view, the pig trotter author has a conscience.

If it was ten days ago, Xiao Ji would have jumped up excitedly when he saw more than 3000 live words.

But since he got the job in the barber shop, Xiao Ji has no feeling for word count.

Anyway, I can eat enough, so what does it matter if I have hair or not?

Now, Xiao Ji stared at the densely packed periods in the chapter, sniffed, and felt a little headache.

Really.

When she wanted the number of words before, the big pig's hooves desperately controlled the number of words.

Now that she wanted to read the diary, the big pig's trotters started paddling desperately again.

Xiao Ji suddenly understands the reader's mood for negative scores...

Omg, negative points!

When that persistent negative reader reads the content of this chapter, I don't know how many negative reviews will come out.

We can't go on like this, we must find time to tell the author after get off work and let her keep a good diary.

After making up his mind, Xiao Ji stood up suddenly, patted his clothes, and then bounced towards his wonderful work.

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Facts have proved that Xiao Ji's premonition is quite accurate.

At that time, she was standing on the bench, tiptoeing to cut a tall customer's hair, and after finally finishing one, Xiao Ji let out a breath, carefully hid the stolen hair, and then jumped off the chair, He pursed his lips and rubbed his sore ankle.