so cute

Bai Yuhuai finally drew two paintings.

Jing Jiujiu felt bored at first, but slowly, he fell flat on his stomach.He quietly looked in Bai Yuhuai's direction, and suddenly wanted to draw a picture for Bai Yuhuai.

This idea came inexplicably and caught off guard.

It's like an instinct to keep good things.

Is it because Bai Yuhuai painted me that he had such an idea?

Is this called tacit understanding?

Jing Jiujiu had countless random thoughts popping up in his head, and felt a little bit of happiness and peace.

"The painting is finished." Bai Yuhuai said in a low voice.

Jing Jiujiu got up slowly, and while looking closely at the painting, he asked in a low voice, "Aren't you cold?"

Jing Jiujiu hugged his neck from behind, like riding on him many times, slowly along the man's straight back, sticking it up, hugging him completely, and then resting his chin on his shoulder, hanging live.

This way you can easily look at the painting.

Even if he knew that Jingjiujiu would not slide down at all, the young man already had a lot of experience in "riding".

Bai Yuhuai still grabbed Jing Jiujiu's waist with his backhand.

He asked back, "Do you think I'm cold?"

Jing Jiujiu put her face on his back.

"It's not cold, it's still hot...very hot."

His blood was cold, but Bai Yuhuai's blood was hot.

Not just hot.

It seems that it will become hot because of him.It's wonderful, so wonderful that it makes people a little happy.

Thinking of this, Jing Jiujiu completely lay on Bai Yuhuai's back and couldn't get off.

His eyes slowly fell on the painting——

On the left is Jing Jiujiu, wearing a shirt and a small suit in a well-behaved manner, with long legs curled up, sitting on the sofa.

Light came in through the old glass with colorful window paper behind him, and when it fell on his body, it also sprinkled colorful and magnificent light.

"I was clearly lying on the bed just now..." Jing Jiujiu said.

"Yeah." Bai Yuhuai paused, "But I can imagine you sitting on the sofa."

Nothing went wrong.

It seemed that the appearance of him when he sat down had already been firmly engraved in his mind.

Jing Jiujiu smacked his lips, his sense of taste was dull, but he still somehow felt a little sweet in his mouth.

Jing Jiujiu turned his gaze.

And on the right... the painting on the right is probably the one that can't pass the review in Jinjiang——

He was lazily leaning on the bed, there was no light around him, the window behind him was firmly covered, only an old lamp above his head cast a little bit of dim light, like a light veil draped over his body.

The furnishings around are old and cold, exuding a chilling decay.

Only the young man in the center of the painting is fresh and bright, and together with this, this gloomy and doldrums scene is endowed with a little brilliance...

Painting itself is a dead thing.

But what the painting conveys is human emotion, so from that moment on, the painting comes alive.

This is the most important lesson that Jing Jiujiu learned when he started to learn painting when he was a child.

Jing Jiujiu was startled.

Is this how he is in Bai Yuhuai's heart?

"I like this painting." Jing Jiujiu whispered, biting Bai Yuhuai's ear.

Bai Yuhuai put away the painting and covered it up.

Then he pulled Jing Jiujiu off his back, hugged him in his arms, and bit Jing Jiujiu's mouth.

Jing Jiujiu raised his hand to touch his lips, and asked in a low voice, "Why did you draw two pictures?"

Bai Yuhuai pointed to the one on the left: "It needs to be hung up.... More than that. In Sleeping Beauty Castle, all the paintings you used to have must be hung up."

Jing Jiujiu nestled in his arms in a daze: "Where is it hanging?"

"Where do you like?"

"I used to like old castles very much, but now... I don't like them anymore." Jing Jiujiu thought for a while and said, "I like your house."

"Then hang there."

Jing Jiujiu kicked his legs: "Ah... so everyone can see my painting hanging in your house as soon as they enter the door?"

"Correct."

At this time, the quarreling sounds from the building had gradually turned into screams.

Throwing things, scolding, hitting the wall, they are densely intertwined, accompanied by the sound of kitchen knives chopping on the cutting board.

Bai Yuhuai frowned indistinctly.

Such a voice is too disturbing to talk about love.

Jing Jiujiu didn't feel much, he grabbed Bai Yuhuai's sleeve, touched his wrist, and asked in a low voice: "Then everyone will know that Bai Yuhuai is mine?"

"Yep."

A bad family is broken.

But it seems that a new family has been established again.

Hanging up the portrait is of great significance to both Jing Jiujiu and Yu Ran.

It's like a family portrait.

It seems to be a proof of happiness and stability.

Jing Jiujiu wants to live well.

He doesn't want to be a ghost anymore.

He hooked Bai Yuhuai's neck, propped up his upper body, leaned close to Bai Yuhuai's ear, and said in a low, fleshy voice, "Brother Bai, I..."

At this time, a loud "boom" outside the building interrupted Jing Jiujiu's voice.

But the sound of "boom" did not stop there, on the contrary, it became denser, "boom", "boom", "boom", like a drum beating, or like a watermelon smashed on an iron plate.

Bai Yuhuai: "..."

Jing Jiujiu: "..."

They got dressed, got up and went out.

There were no weird sights in or outside the corridor, but the sound did not stop.

Bai Yuhuai raised his hand, and there was a knock on the door of Room 202.

"There seems to be no movement?"

"Yeah." Bai Yuhuai frowned, "I've already reminded Xu Sanyu."

"Are you frightened?" Jing Jiujiu said, gently pushed on the door, and the door was opened by him.

They found Xu Sanyu in the bedroom.

Xu Sanyu's face was tightly wrinkled, and there were traces of wetness and dizziness on both sides of the pillow, as if... crying?

"Brother Xu? Xu Sanyu?" Jing Jiujiu called out in a low voice.

Xu Sanyu raised his eyelids in a daze, and asked in a daze, "Is this true or not?"

Jing Jiujiu raised his hand and tugged at his cheek: "...really."

Xu Sanyu: "Then cut off your head and show me? It won't be cut off, it must be fake!"

Jingjiu:?

Bai Yuhuai: "..."

Xu Sanyu thought that I was smart.

I also remember that you are not alone.

"Xu Sanyu." Bai Yuhuai said.

Is the boss's voice engraved in my mind, no, it's all engraved in dna.Xu Sanyu was startled, sat up and got up: "I believe it, I believe it! It's true!"

"I've been hiding under the quilt after hearing what you said. It's too scary. The sounds around me are really scary. What about Director Gong and the others? Didn't they react at all?"

Xu Sanyu was too nervous, and couldn't stop once he spoke: "I was so scared that I cried, and I didn't dare to reach out to wipe my face with paper when I cried. Just remember what you said, the quilt must be tightly wrapped, and my eyes cannot be opened. ... As a result, those voices are still alive. One sound is louder than the other. I don't understand, I'm not angry, why are they losing their temper? Later, my eyes are closed and tired, and they are closed. , I was scared, I just... fell asleep."

Bai Yuhuai: "..."

It turned out that he fell asleep, not fainted from fright.

Jing Jiujiu pulled a piece of paper from the side and handed it over.

Xu Sanyu took it in his hand and hurriedly said, "Thank you, young master!"

He asked: "What's the sound now? Hey, this ghost has a big temper?" Now that Xu Sanyu had a backer and confidence, his words became more powerful.

Bai Yuhuai said lightly: "The sound of jumping off a building."

Xu Sanyu shivered, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Jing Jiujiu snorted too, and stuck it on Bai Yuhuai's back.

After almost half a minute passed, Xu Sanyu slowly came back to his senses, and asked in a trembling voice: "How many people jump off the building?"

"Collective suicide, or a ghost repeating its own death process." Bai Yuhuai said flatly.

Xu Sanyu's heart was so shocked that he almost ran away from home.

"What should we do now?" "What the hell is going on? Many people died here? What the hell did Director Gong do?"

Jing Jiujiu hugged Bai Yuhuai's neck tightly, and now he was not afraid at all, he smacked his lips: "Actually, there are many people here, they don't look like living people. They have a lot of death... "

Bai Yuhuai said straightly: "It's someone who is near death." "So is Director Gong."

Xu Sanyu recalled Director Gong's appearance.

It really does look like it's dying.

"Then...that's not a ghost, why is this building haunted?" Xu Sanyu shivered as he spoke.

Bai Yuhuai rubbed Jing Jiujiu's wrist, and said casually, "Do you know why the price of a haunted house has dropped so much? The place where someone died is different after all."

"I understand..." Xu Sanyu jumped up from the bed in shock.

No no, it's not just a bed.

Even stepping on the floor under his feet made him feel flustered.

"Did Director Gong move the haunted house here?" Xu Sanyu wanted to cry but had no tears.

Jing Jiujiu: "So 6?"

Xu Sanyu:?

Is this 6?

This is terrible, my little master!

"He has been planning to build this place for a while, maybe he copied all the haunted houses from all over the country here. For the sake of realism, there may be old things from those haunted houses inside. The old things will retain yin and soul. So there will be repeated haunted houses here. What happened here. In 1994, there was an incident in Qingzhou where the residents of the demolition building committed suicide. ... This may be the ruins.”

Xu Sanyu covered his ears, held his head, and almost shouted "Stop it, master, stop it".

"Director Gong is too... too scary, isn't he afraid of accidents?"

"People are dying, the obsession is too deep."

Jing Jiujiu: "Isn't this film and television city just a large haunted house?"

Xu Sanyu:?

Is this called a haunted house?

This is called a murder scene!

Jing Jiujiu: "The people living here are those who are dying, and the landscaping here is Haunted House 2.0....the yin here must be very heavy."

"This place is like a natural signpost, and there will be a steady stream of ghosts coming here after smelling it." Bai Yuhuai answered.

Xu Sanyu wished he could roll his eyes and fainted on the spot.

Jing Jiujiu: "Yan Mo must be very happy to use this place as the underworld."

Bai Yuhuai was a little sour: "...um."

"We need to film well, and then buy the film and television city from Director Gong."

Good filming?

Well, there are still many sections that have not been filmed.

The corner of Bai Yuhuai's mouth hooked up again: "Well... the premise is that after the number of ghosts increases, Director Gong will not die."

"Director Gong...will he die?" Xu Sanyu asked in a daze.

"Yin Qi attracts ghosts. But if you were the original owner of the haunted house, would you like to see countless ghosts coming and occupying your home?" Bai Yuhuai asked lightly.

"No...I don't want to." "So, the owner of the haunted house will be angry and hate Director Gong."

As soon as the voice fell, they heard the sound of the door being pushed open.

Squeak, it's toothache.

Bai Yuhuai walked out with Jing Jiujiu on his back.

Xu Sanyu quickly followed in fear.

I saw the door of Room 203 wide open.

There were light blood-colored marks left on the ground.

The thing walked into Room 203 slowly, and finally stopped in front of the easel.

"Ghost ghost!" Xu Sanyu trembled.

The thing seemed to stop and turned around.In fact, Xu Sanyu couldn't see it, but he just felt that the thing turned around.

It glanced at Xu Sanyu, then turned back.

The canvas covering the drawing board made a rustling sound.One corner was lifted.

Xu Sanyu asked tremblingly, "What is it doing?"

"Lift the canvas." Bai Yuhuai stepped into the door, his face suddenly turned cold.

Xu Sanyu hurriedly asked again: "Why is there an extra painting? Is that the painting of the owner?"

Bai Yuhuai: "Jiujiu's painting, I drew it."

When the voice fell, Bai Yuhuai had already made two steps in three steps, and pressed one hand on the canvas.

Xu Sanyu:? ? ?

The fear in Xu Sanyu's heart suddenly subsided, and he stared at the invisible ghost.

Oh shit, you're done.