dizziness

This painting was the fuse that Ruan Miaomiao ignited that day.

If it wasn't for those three words, he would doubt without hesitation that he had hit a ghost.

The whole painting, from the strokes to the tone, and even every detail, is exactly the same as what Owen painted back then. That's why he was so shocked. When he first saw it, he thought it was his own painting that came back to life.

He didn't understand how Ruan Miaomiao could draw such a similar picture with just one photo.

Seeing the clear appearance of the figure in the painting, Owen's pupils shrank violently, and even his breathing became short and difficult.

It seemed that the feeling of despair and pain when he painted this painting came to him again.

In the silent mountains, the dark room, and the raging fire, he cried and shouted frantically, collapsed on the verge of helplessness, but couldn't even get a sliver of salvation.

A burst of dizziness hit Owen, who almost couldn't support himself and sat down on the ground. He had so firmly thought that he would never feel this way again in this life, and the familiar loneliness and loneliness made him almost suffocate.

"That's it. Ruan Miaomiao's painting in the second test was highly praised by the professors."

The voice of the female teacher came from behind, and Owen pinched the painting tightly, trying not to drop it. The only luck is that no one can see his abnormal and frightening expression at this moment.

Owen knew that no other professor had seen this painting. It was used to apply for a job when Owen entered the school more than ten years ago, because he burned all the original paintings back then, leaving only photos.Owen discovered a long time ago that the blurring power of photos is actually amazing. No matter how good the photography skills are, the impact of the photos is far from the original painting. You can only see the skills but not the emotions. This is why Owen can stay. Only the dean and Lin Zifeng, the head of the oil painting department, saw these photos at that time.

Now this painting appeared in front of my eyes again, it was so real, no matter it was skill or emotion, it completely outlined that painful experience.

"Have other professors reviewed this painting?" Owen felt that his voice was a little hoarse.

"It should have been reviewed, and it's up to Mr. Ou."

"Then I'll take it back to the office and take a closer look."

Owen didn't care whether they agreed or not, grabbed the painting and rushed out pale, saying he was going back to the office, but went straight to the school gate, got in the car and drove to Lin Zifeng's house.

Along the way, Owen almost stepped on the accelerator to the limit, ran through several red lights, and completely ignored the traffic rules on the road. Apart from the painting, his blood-red eyes were Ruan Miaomiao's face.

Owen slammed his fist on the steering wheel and kept cursing. He felt that he was really going crazy.

Ruan Miaomiao received a call from Owen, and when she walked out of the apartment building, she saw Owen standing across the street, staring at him, and then shifted her gaze to the things in Owen's hand. Ruan Miaomiao seemed to suddenly realize something, and her face became pale. Get up naturally.

Just as he was about to walk over, he saw Owen rushing towards him with blood red eyes.

"What do you mean?"

Gritting his teeth, Owen smashed the painting on Ruan Miaomiao. The canvas was stretched with a simple wooden frame. Ruan Miaomiao took several steps back from the impact, and felt a strong pain from his body.

Ruan Miaomiao looked at Owen in a panic, and then at the painting that fell on the ground, shaking her head in confusion: "I don't mean anything, what's wrong..."

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Owen was furious with disgust when he saw his innocent look, "Who the hell allowed you to draw this painting?! Did I tell you that you can draw?! Fuck you bloody bastard!"

Owen punched Ruan Miaomiao's face mercilessly, and Ruan Miaomiao's nosebleed was instantly blown out. She fell to the ground and stared blankly at Owen's animal-like expression. Ruan Miaomiao was so surprised that she was caught by Owen again before she recovered Lifting his collar, the angry eyes almost wanted to tear him into pieces.

"Tell me! Why did you draw that picture! Why!"

Owen's angry roar obviously frightened Ruan Miaomiao, and he didn't care about the blood flowing under his nose, so he could only explain with trembling eyes: "I, I just think it's a pity to burn... I didn't expect you to be so Angry, I thought you..."

"Why?! You think I'll be happy to see it?! Even grateful that you drew it exactly?! Fuck you exactly!"

Throwing away Ruan Miaomiao's body, Owen couldn't restrain his anger and walked back and forth anxiously. He felt that his whole body was about to explode, and the sky was getting darker, just like Owen's gloomy face.

Ruan Miaomiao stood aside trembling slightly, nosebleed dripping on the ground, looking at Owen in panic and fear, he really didn't expect that things would turn out like this, let alone that Owen would be furious because of it, he just simply liked this painting very much , I wanted to see what the original painting looked like, so I tried my best to do my best. Ruan Miaomiao never thought that the painting would be exactly the same as Owen said.

"I thought you burned that painting because you thought it wasn't good... I really didn't know you burned it because you hated it..."

Hate? !Owen glared at Ruan Miaomiao, yes, he really hated it, but what he hated was not the painting, but the reason why he painted it in the first place!He hated himself even more at that time!

The sky was filled with dark clouds in an instant, just like those sudden past events, scenes were intertwined in front of his eyes, and the dull air tortured Owen almost losing his mind: "You know I burned, why are you still painting! Are you fucking against me on purpose?" Now! Let everyone see this painting and my past on purpose, right! You want me to never lift my head up and be ridiculed and humiliated by them forever, right!"

"No, it's not... I don't, I really don't..."

Ruan Miaomiao didn't understand what Owen was talking about at all, and even became at a loss when explaining. Ruan Miaomiao walked towards Owen anxiously, and a thunder rang out, and the light of lightning illuminated Owen's hideous face for a moment, scaring Ruan Miaomiao back.

The pattering rain fell from the sky, and the pedestrians hurried away. The cold raindrops hit their trembling bodies, and also hit the oil painting that should have disappeared forever.

"Mr. Ou...I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to turn out like this..." Ruan Miaomiao carefully held Owen, but found that his body was terribly cold, "I...I really like this painting, and I think it fits the exam questions very well. talent……"

"Examination questions? Unforgettable?" Owen shook his hand away, and the rain dripping from his hair made a sharp sneer, "You think I shouldn't forget, shouldn't burn this painting? So you're reminding me to draw this painting before How painful it is to repaint! How humble! How pitiful, isn't it!"

"No! No! I didn't know this painting was so important to you!" Ruan Miaomiao couldn't help getting excited. He even felt that Owen was a little unreasonable. No matter how hard he tried to explain, Owen always misunderstood him the meaning of.

"Who the hell told you this painting is important to me! It's nothing! Don't be so fucking smart here!"

"Since it's not important, why are you so angry?! Why didn't you listen to my explanation? I really don't mean anything, I never thought of provoking you, angering you! I just like this painting, so Want to draw it!"

Owen stared tightly at Ruan Miaomiao's bloodless face, and those eyes that were still clear and bright under the rain, although there was a voice in his heart telling him that Ruan Miaomiao didn't know the story behind this painting. It wasn't intentional, but Owen just couldn't help thinking about the worst and cruelest things.

He didn't know if he was torturing Ruan Miaomiao or himself.

Nodded with a sarcastic sneer: "Okay... You said you like it, right? I'll make you like it!"

Owen stared hard, took out his lighter and prepared to light the oil painting that had been lying on the side of the road for a long time, but because the rain had already soaked the canvas, Owen tried several times but failed to ignite it, so he simply picked up the oil painting impatiently and tried again and again. Hit the ground.

"I make you like it! You don't understand anything! Why do you say you like it! What kind of shit do you think you are! I make you like me! Make you like..."

Owen frantically faced the already dilapidated oil painting with fists and kicks, as if the anger in his body could not be vented. The rain on the ground splashed both of them. Ruan Miaomiao just looked at him expressionlessly, listened to him, and finally let Owen Throwing the fragmented wreckage of the oil painting on himself again.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the eyes of the two people looking at each other were stained with a layer of noisy gray. Panting heavily, Owen wiped the rainwater from his face, only to realize that his palms had been cut by the broken wooden frame at some point. Drenched in blood, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling with trembling shoulders.

"Teacher Ou, I..."

As soon as Ruan Miaomiao spoke weakly, he was slapped by Owen with a wave of his hand, and pointed at Ruan Miaomiao's flushed cheek fiercely. How much he liked this face in the past, but now he loathes it.

"Don't fucking let me see you again!"

After Owen finished speaking, he turned around, closed the car door and started the engine abruptly, leaving Ruan Miaomiao standing in the rain, motionless as if in a daze, until his figure became distant and blurred, and then he bent down alone in the narrow rearview mirror inside the car Cleaning up the mess all over the place.

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Ahhhhh~~~ My Miaomiao, I love you so much~~~ Give my sister a hug!