Chapter 164: The Last Struggle

Even Lu Siyin felt a little distressed when she saw this, and sighed in her heart. She could never learn this ability to cry anytime and anywhere in her whole life.

Oh, my life of walking on thin ice!

Qin Yuqian's eyes were filled with tears, and she bit her lower lip stubbornly. She was about to cry, but she was always paying attention to her facial expression management, looking pitiful, showing a bit of stubbornness and a bit of just the right amount of fragility. Anyone who saw her would say: What a unique girl pretending to be strong.

Zhou Zipei didn't even look at her, smiling as she watched Lu Siyin scolding people. At the end, she even praised her in a doting way: "You're amazing."

Qin Yuqian's expression almost froze, and she used a lot of willpower to continue her unfinished acting.

The next second, Lu Siyin saw her tears fall from her eyes one by one, like pearls falling from a string. Her expression was natural and unpretentious throughout the whole process, and the big tears fell along her eyelashes, like water drops falling along the eaves.

Lu Siyin stared at her, and then said in surprise: "You ate Dove, so smooth Dove enjoys silky smoothness, the advertising slogan is true to me."

Qin Yuqian was defeated on the spot, and the tears that had just been brewed retreated like a tide, caught off guard.

"..."

Lu Siyin didn't want to waste time here anymore, so he pulled Zhou Zipei away.

When Zhou Zipei passed by Qin Yuqian and the others, her tone was still lazy, but she implied a warning: "Advise Miss Qin and your followers to be careful in what they say and do."

Qin Yuqian's eyes were flustered, and she felt her face burning, as if she was burned by fire. When had she ever suffered such a grievance when she was always loved?

In the end, she blamed all this resentment on Lu Siyin.

Yan Qin looked at Zhou Zipei's departing back, and the scene where he lowered his head to talk to Lu Siyin. The feeling of jealousy lingered in her heart for a long time. She

turned around and saw Qin Yuqian standing there with an unpleasant expression on her face. A dark light flashed in her eyes, and she said with disdain: "What do people from the mountain ditch know? How dare you say that Yuqian's paintings are not good?"

Such a big pot was covering Lu Siyin's head. It was a pity that she was not there, otherwise she would have gone crazy on the spot in front of her.

The others who followed them didn't care whether what they said was right or not. They just responded vigorously, saying that Yan Qin was right, Yuqian's paintings were obviously the most beautiful, and that Lu Siyin was not good here and there, and they must find an opportunity to teach her a lesson.

"Okay, shut up." Qin Yuqian frowned and shouted impatiently.

Although Yan Qin was dissatisfied, she had to shut up and didn't say a word after that, nor did she flatter her.

Qin Yuqian's mind was in a mess. Zhou Zipei warned her, and the other sisters just said bad things and instigated her, so she didn't notice her good friend's abnormality.

...

Lu Siyin took Zhou Zipei to the second floor through a spiral staircase. There was a painting on both sides of the spiral staircase at the same distance. The first half of the painting continued the theme of the first floor, giving people a feeling of tranquility and beauty, but as they got higher and higher, the style of the painting gradually changed, and in the end it became repressed and struggling.

The lights on the second floor were dim, and all the windows were covered with heavy curtains, blocking the glaring skylight outside, but leaving a gap just right, so that a ray of sunlight splashed on the floor like a string of pearls.

Lu Siyin and Zhou Zipei saw Lu Jingshu, who had disappeared for a long time, here.

So she was here, just now she was wondering where her sister had gone.

Lu Jingshu stood in front of a painting in the center, her expression making people feel focused, but also as if she was in a trance.

Lu Siyin saw the painting clearly, and she walked over calmly to look at it with her.

The sea is full of blue, and the water occupies the largest proportion on the whole paper, which restores the vastness of the sea in reality, as if the edge of the painting is extending infinitely, and the sea water is deep and bottomless, and there is no end in sight.

The sea water is obviously deep blue, but the author used a thick black pigment at the bottom, like a bottle of ink, gradually dyeing the clear blue water into ink color. At first glance, this incompatibility is easy to be thought to be the author's mistake, and other pigments were accidentally dripped on it, ruining the whole work, and shaking your head in regret.

In addition to the polluted sea water, there is also a full moon hanging in the sky. White and Indian yellow are cleverly used to render the moon as bright as day, and a pair of arms. No people are seen, but only arms and hands full of scars.

Both arms sank into the sea, as if the protagonist had been completely submerged in the sea.

The left hand naturally drooped, lifeless, and the fingertips of the right hand barely crossed the sea surface, as if it would sink in the next second.

"Suffocation." Lu Jingshu said.

Lu Siyin paused, looked at her and asked, "What?"

Lu Jingshu didn't look at her, but opened her mouth to explain, "This painting gives people a feeling of suffocation and death."

Lu Siyin: "It's just a pair of hands."

What she meant was, how do you see the feeling of suffocation and death through a pair of hands

? Zhou Zipei looked at the painting in front of him for a long time without saying a word. He lost his original leisurely and uninhibited look, and his eyes were full of curiosity. At this time, he said, "The owner of the hand didn't appear, so it could be anyone. It could be you, it could be me, or everyone who looks at this painting."

Just like the first person and the first perspective in the article, readers will always unconsciously put themselves in the protagonist when reading, and the same is true for this painting.

Everyone who looks at it will involuntarily imagine the hands above as their own, and imagine themselves sinking to the bottom of the sea, facing the suffocation and fear of death.

Lu Siyin said with some regret: "But this painting is ruined!"

Lu Jingshu: "Where"

Lu Siyin pointed to the ink above and said: "Here, it is obviously dropped by the artist unintentionally, where is the sea black?"

Zhou Zipei curled her lips, rubbed her head with amusement, and said: "I don't think so."

Lu Jingshu thought for a moment, hummed in agreement, and then said: "Maybe the artist did it on purpose."

She looked at Lu Siyin's clear and bright pupils and explained: "Don't you think all this black pigment is all around these hands? "And they don't look like they were dripped."

Lu Siyin's eyes flashed, and Ru Yan looked over carefully and found that it was indeed the case: "These inks are like demons, already in contact with the fingertips of the left hand that was hanging down, and it seems like countless pairs of dense hands trying to pull it down."

Lu Jingshu wanted to laugh but couldn't: "Yeah."

Zhou Zipei looked at him indulgently, pinched Lu Siyin's face indulgently, and teased: "You can see this, you are a genius!"

Lu Siyin slapped his hand away, rolled his eyes and said: "You don't seem to be complimenting me."

Zhou Zipei looked at her and smiled.

Lu Siyin thought of something, her face full of curiosity, and asked excitedly: "But isn't the theme of this time "struggle"? This painting is so depressing, there is no struggle at all, only the powerlessness and despair of being surrounded by death, even these arms show the word "giving up" everywhere."

Zhou Zipei straightened his face, shook his head in disapproval, flicked her forehead with his bent finger, and sighed: "I just praised your genius, why can't you help praising me?"

While admiring Lu Siyin stared at his expression and explained slowly, "There's struggle everywhere. When the hand hangs naturally, shouldn't the middle finger be at the bottom to be the first to come into contact with the devil? But the left hand in the painting is not like this. There is something slightly unnatural about the middle finger, and you can see that the person who hasn't appeared is trying his best to avoid it. This is the struggle. The right hand trying desperately to jump out of the sea is also a struggle, and the tiny ripples on the sea are also traces of the struggle."

"Also," Lu Jingshu said, "the direction of the right hand's fingertips is the frighteningly bright moon, it wants to catch the light."

Lu Siyin's eyes sparkled like stars, and he looked very excited.

Zhou Zipei's dark eyes were deep and deep, flashing with deep and dark fragments of light, and finally concluded: "The whole painting reveals a strong desire to survive, but it is an exhausted and powerless struggle."

The dying struggle is over, and the ending will not be good.

Some pictures popped up in his mind involuntarily, and Zhou Zipei held Lu Siyin's hand tightly, forcing himself not to think about it.