When time travel meets a retired traveler

Outside the window is the community park, which separates the villa area and the commercial building.Pale lights illuminate the road brightly. It is now winter, the temperature has dropped slightly, and there are fewer annoying flying insects.

The winter in the south is not very cold. After eleven o'clock in the evening, there are scattered men drinking and chatting under the street lamps.There are green belts for sound insulation, and the sound cannot be transmitted to the villa area.Looking further into the distance, there are many tall buildings and thousands of lights.The white or yellow lights make one can't help but imagine what kind of family it will be inside.

Very peaceful.

After several confirmations, Xu Wenxiu frowned.

He didn't let his guard down, but continued to choose to wait, like a very patient hunter.

Wen Yuyu swallowed nervously.This is the most commonly used means of comparing patience with the enemy.In times of peril, seemingly peaceful circumstances should never be taken lightly.In the last few years, Wen Yuyu suffered from carelessness a few times.

Unnatural rustling noises came from outside the window. Xu Wenxiu used his little finger to push aside the corner of his clothes, and pressed his thumb and index finger precisely on his waist.

While Wen Yuyu and the system were nervously waiting for the other party to take out a gun and fire two bullets outside, Xu Wenxiu paused.

There is no so-called gun on the waist, or even anything.

Xu Wenxiu was suddenly lost, with annoyance and a little disappointment.

He sighed softly.

And the rustling outside the window also stopped, turning into a long meow.

Xu Wenxiu walked back to the easel decadently, wanting to continue painting, but unfortunately he could no longer concentrate.The nib of the pen stopped on the drawing paper and did not fall for a long time.

He just sat quietly like a stone sculpture, lifeless.

Wen Yuyu and the system were completely stunned, one big and one small stuck to the wall, staring.No one dared to speak out, no one dared to move again.

Xu Wenxiu's movements seem simple, but only experts can see the skills in them.The pace was steady, the whole process did not make a sound, and he consciously walked towards the wall to prevent the shadow from falling on the curtain.Multiple confirmations, half an hour of waiting, these are not things that are intuitive and just make sense.

What kind of painter is this skill.

Wen Yuyu felt that the system was a scam and the data was wrong.

In the end, Xu Wenxiu still didn't write a pen.He turned off the light and walked out of the studio, his back seemed a little lonely.

When the darkness hit, Wen Yuyu and the system breathed a sigh of relief.

"This person is definitely a time traveler, right? Did he ever serve as a soldier, or he has been in the apocalypse for a few years." Wen Yuyu thought of Xu Wenxiu's skills, and felt terrified in his heart.

If you encounter such an enemy in the last days, I'm afraid that he will be killed as soon as he comes out.

"Maybe." The system no longer insisted.

It just re-read Xu Wenxiu's information a few times, but couldn't find any useful information.Although Xu Wenxiu's information stated that Xu Wenxiu had served in the military, he knew that only serving in the military could not train Xu Wenxiu's eyes.

It was calm, indifferent, seeing all life as dust, eyes that had truly seen blood and death.

Wen Yuyu, who was still in fear, glanced at the sofa from the corner of her eyes, and immediately smiled.

oops.The Great Painter Xu is gone, can't he just slip back into his body and run around?

Wen Yuyu quickly plunged back into her body.

The system that was still checking the data was forcibly brought back into Wen Yuyu's body.

The quiet and handsome boy opened his eyes.The big dark and round eyes turned around cleverly twice, propping up the sofa with his hands, and jumped to the ground with a neat front flip, making only a slight sound.

The eyes are the windows to the soul.The youthful Wen Wen's appearance is clearly quite different from this pair of agile eyes, but when paired together, they are strangely magical.Just like the fusion of ice and fire, the spring grass grows on the frozen snow field, and the cunning goblin turns into a quiet lady. The contrast creates another kind of beauty at the same time.

But this is Wen Yuyu's real appearance after a little beautification. He looked like this before time travel.

It's just that he was very sick at that time, unlike today's healthy and vigorous, every part has been fine-tuned by the system to reach the most perfect and suitable state.

Wen Yuyu was not an idle person either, he quickly walked to the door without making a sound.

Just when Wen Yuyu's hand was holding the doorknob, the system reminded in his heart: "Xu Wenxiu is walking back again! Change the way!"

Wen Yuyu was shocked.Could it be the sound he just landed on? !

Without time to think about why Xu Wenxiu turned back, Wen Yuyu quickly ran to the window, wanting to open the window and run outside, but never thought that the window was actually equipped with a power grid.

The unsuspecting Wen Yuyu was shocked, shook hands, and let out a muffled groan.

"It's the third floor!" The system reminded.

Xu Wenxiu was outside the door, and the windows were wired. Wen Yuyu was like a mouse trapped in a rice vat, with nowhere to escape.

The picture with only outlines flashed across the corner of her eyes, Wen Yuyu had a plan, and quickly lay back on the sofa, pretending to be the sleeping boy.

The system covered Wen Yuyu's body and adjusted the clothes back to their original appearance.

There was a click, and the door was opened.

Bright light poured into the room from outside the door, and Xu Wenxiu's dark figure was right in front of the door, like a god of death who came to harvest.

Wen Yuyu held her breath, and only begged Xu Wenxiu to finish reading and leave quickly.

However, Wen Yuyu was too naive.How could a person who felt that the room was inappropriate twice in a row leave so easily.

The lights were turned on, and the studio suddenly lit up.

The dazzling white light stimulated the eyeballs, and Wen Yuyu's eyelids couldn't help shaking.Fortunately, Xu Wenxiu looked at his painting and didn't notice Wen Yuyu's subtle movements.

Xu Wenxiu walked around the studio twice and relaxed again.But he still picked up the semi-finished painting anxiously, wanting to take it away.

Picking up the painting with both hands, Xu Wenxiu's spine shivered as he habitually glanced at the delicate boy.

different?

Xu Wenxiu carefully compared the two teenagers inside and outside the painting, trying to find the differences.But the movements, clothing, clothes folds, and even the hair are all exactly the same as the picture, and there is no half difference.

Is it an illusion?

Xu Wenxiu couldn't convince himself with the word illusion.His instinct for danger is the best evidence that he has survived till now.

Once you suspect something, your brain will start to focus all doubts on that matter and rationalize everything.

The same goes for Xu Wenxiu.

He began to recall the strange words that the aunt of the neighborhood committee had said, and connected the weird things that happened in the studio one after another, and the suspicious point he got was the overly delicate boy in front of him.

Under the cover of the easel, Xu Wenxiu hid the utility knife on the easel in his sleeve.

Then he took out an arm-long wooden stick from the shelf beside him. Holding the wooden stick, he slowly approached the boy on the sofa, without deliberately concealing his guarded steps.

If all the weirdness comes from the young man in front of him, then his cover-up will be superfluous.