"Lele? What happened to you?" Hua Lanshi could tell at a glance that Chang Le looked haggard after staying up all night.

Chang Le's bloodshot eyes were striking. When he saw Hua Lan, the indifference in his eyes turned into grievance: "Fourth Brother."

Hua Lanshi immediately lowered her head and asked softly, "Lele, what happened? Your brother is here."

"Brother, I have a headache." Chang Le gently pressed his forehead against Hua Lanshi's shoulder.

"How long has it been hurting? How bad is it? Why did it start hurting?" Hua Lanshi asked immediately.

Fu Heqing coughed lightly and stepped forward: "Teacher, Miss, let's go inside first."

It's rush hour now, and there are people coming and going at the hospital entrance.

Hua Lanshi then realized that it was inappropriate to ask questions here, so she pulled Chang Le inside and said to Fu Heqing as they walked, "Xiao Fu, why don't you go directly to Professor Yuan for class?"

Fu Heqing glanced at Chang Le, who slightly raised his eyes and gave him a look before he nodded, "Okay, teacher, I'm going to class now."

Hua Lan took Chang Le to her therapy room. The room faced the sun, and the warm sunlight from the balcony bathed it in golden light. There was a comfortable plush sofa, naturally textured wooden flooring, and warm-toned decor.

Chang Le sat down on the sofa at Hua Lan's prompting.

She picked up a pen and paper from Hua Lan, put on a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, and couldn't help but tease, "Fourth Brother, are you going straight to work?"

Hua Lanshi chuckled and said helplessly, "How can you call this 'going to work'? It's just a professional habit. At the same time, this way you can feel my professionalism and reduce your psychological pressure."

Chang Le lay back in her chair and closed her eyes. "Fourth Brother, I believe you. Please help me." Her voice was hoarse and pleading, which made people's hearts soften.

While comforting her, Hua Lan asked the same questions she had asked at the door.

"I had a nightmare around 1 a.m. last night, and after waking up I couldn't fall back asleep, and then I started to have a headache."

Hua Lan paused for a moment, then asked, "Is it just because of the nightmare? Is there anything else that's making you unhappy?"

Chang Le was silent for a moment, then said, "Yes."

"Brother, I've remembered two paintings."

Hua Lan was taken aback, but her tone remained gentle and calm: "Can Lele describe it to me?"

"The first painting is an eye, a black sky, a white earth, with a swirling eye in the sky and a blood-stained reflection of the sky's eye on the ground. The painting is filled with eyes of all sizes, densely packed together, all looking at me."

"And the second one?"

"The second painting depicts mountains with withered trees at their base, birds on the trees, and a weeping person standing beneath them. The birds have different human faces, looking at me through the paper. There are six mountains and six birds with human faces in the painting."

"Whoosh..."

A strange, faint sound pulled Chang Le back to reality. She propped her head up and looked up: "Fourth Brother?"

Hua Lanshi stopped writing and drawing on the paper with her head down. When she called him, she raised her head with a soft laugh: "Yes, I'm listening."

As he spoke, he placed the punctured piece of paper at the bottom of his hand.

Chang Le lay back down, refocusing his thoughts, and slowly said:

"The more I look at these paintings, the more frightened I feel. I feel like they are trying to convey something to me, but I can't understand them. I try to figure it out, but the more I think about it, the more my head aches."

Fourth Brother, who do you think painted them? And why did they paint those kinds of pictures?

Hua Lanshi's gentle voice came through: "It is said that one's handwriting reflects one's character, and paintings often convey the artist's inner world as well. You are right, perhaps someone wants to tell you something through their painting."

I think these two paintings might be deliberately creating fear, or perhaps... serving as a warning.

"But I can't remember what the drawing meant."

"Do you really have to remember it? Remembering it might not be a good thing. You weren't confused or afraid at first; you had already made up your mind about your choice. But the information brought by the painting might make you believe that there are bad mysteries, which could have a negative impact. It would be a losing proposition."

"Lele, no matter what the painting is or what it means, you and your true self will not change."

"As long as you can understand what you want, that's enough. As for the painting, it chose this moment to let you see it, and there will naturally be a suitable time for you to understand it. Everything is arranged by itself."

...

Chang Le walked out of the place where Hua Lan had been, her bewildered and haggard expression replaced by calmness and indifference.

"Lele!"

When Chang Le looked up, the Hua family driver who had picked her up was standing to the side, and Wang Yao was standing by the car.

"You're back?"

Wang Yao said, "Everything has been taken care of. The dean has already started arranging for people to be involved in the experiments."

"That's very efficient!" Chang Le exclaimed.

She told the driver, "I have something to do, you can go back first."

"Yes, miss." The driver drove away.

After the driver left, Wang Yao stopped smiling and looked at her with a slight frown: "What's wrong? Why do you look so pale? What happened last night?"

"Let's talk in the car."

Wang Yao led her to the car, turned on the air conditioning, and Chang Le leaned back in her seat and let out a sigh of relief before saying, "I saw some old things last night and couldn't sleep at all."

"What is that?"

Chang Le slowly said, "Some paintings."

"A painting?" Wang Yao asked in confusion. "Who painted it?"

Chang Le opened his eyes, his gaze falling indifferently on the ceiling: "I don't know, it should be...someone else."

Seeing her expression, Wang Yao guessed, "Is there something wrong with those paintings?"

Chang Le suddenly stared straight at him and said solemnly, word by word, "Wang Yao, pick up the knife."

Wang Yao was stunned, but Chang Le suddenly laughed: "Scared? Just kidding."

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