It's already this late, how can I still hope to hide it? A bitter taste lingers on the tip of my tongue.
Seeing him pause, Eperion did not urge him and continued to paint slowly on the canvas. The wind blew gently, lifting his loose robe from time to time.
"I want to know, if I tell it, Your Excellency can spare my life." Rosetz asked with the last bit of hope.
"No, Mr. Rosez." Eperion had no intention of deceiving the man and spoke his mind directly.
"This..." Luo Saizi's heart sank quickly again, and he no longer had the thought of speaking.
The rooftop fell silent again, and the painter continued to concentrate on painting the canvas in front of him, mixing the paint from time to time and applying it evenly.
After a long silence, Rosez regained some strength and slowly raised his head, looking at the man in front of him and the canvas in front of him again.
The canvas shows three children running and chasing each other happily on the grass. One of the girls is holding a spinning windmill, and her white skirt flutters among the grass leaves. A mother stands in front of them with her arms outstretched, as if she is afraid that the girl will fall. In the corner of the picture, another woman is smiling with her hand covering her mouth, her eyes looking at the three innocent children playing in the painting.
Is this the person on the grass below the painting?
Rosez listened to the laughter coming from not far away, turned his eyes, and soon saw the figures playing.
This should be the clover garden inside the blue-calyx corolla. Some orphanages invite parents to bring their children to gather and play here every weekend.
He quickly remembered some little stories his wife had told him on a daily basis, and his eyes moved rapidly until he finally found a familiar figure among the group of people.
Katisha, my baby, Silela, my love... He murmured the familiar names, and then struggled hard on the ground with his knees, trying to move closer and see the figures playing in the grass clearly.
Yes, it was them, they were there.
Grabbing the railing on the edge of the rooftop, Rosetz wanted to shout loudly, but he could not make any sound. Only then did he realize that a silent barrier had been set up on the rooftop. Only a small area under the umbrella could be used for speaking, and the sound could not be heard outside.
Slowly, he seemed to understand something and wanted to crawl back to pray to the sage, but at this time, the figure behind him had already pressed him to the ground, and he could no longer get close to the painter.
The light green grass leaves and pure white skirt, the red windmill and the kind mother, the bright colors seem to freeze time at this moment, and the bright sunshine adds a sense of remoteness and nostalgia unique to midsummer to the characters on the canvas.
"In fact, I envy Mr. Rosets for having a happy family, but I have lost all of these long ago. I can only recall and cherish the past through painting." Eperion rotated the tip of the brush in the palette, mixing the final colors.
“Happiness is like transparent glass, always hard to detect, but with a slight turn, it will radiate colorful colors in the sunlight.”
He picked up a pen and began to draw delicate and moving eyes for the children.
The colors are so vivid, like colorful and dreamy bubbles in the sun, evoking people's reverie and nostalgia.
Looking at the last painted eye, the figure on the canvas that was exactly the same as his daughter, tears slowly flowed from the man's eyes and his voice became more choked.
"I'm sorry, Katisha, wuwu..."
"I am willing to tell you about the mistakes I have made, the shameful betrayal... I just hope that the wise man will not hold my family and my children accountable... Woohoo." The tears were so warm, yet so salty and bitter.
"I will. I promise to take care of your family, Mr. Rossetz. Perhaps you have forgotten that at the banquet that day, when you were chatting with your friends, you said that the painter's paintings were really good. If I have a daughter in the future, I will ask him to paint a picture for her."
"Although Mr. Rosetz just said it casually at the time, I always wrote it down. I'm sorry that I only completed it today." Eperion put down his paintbrush, turned sideways to Rosetz, and slowly talked about the past.
"I..." Roses was speechless at this time.
Afterwards, the man slowly explained how he was approached by an acquaintance, and after some bargaining, he accepted the benefits and then sold the confidential information within the open faction to others. He explained in detail who the other party was and how they usually contacted or conveyed information.
By the time he finished speaking, it was almost noon.
"I think we'll stop here for today." Eperion slowly stood up.
"Take down this painting, mount it, and give it to Rosetz's wife, Ms. Silela."
"Now it's time to end the garden tour."
"Yes, sir." The two servants took down the painting, rolled it up carefully, and then walked down the stairs.
Rose was on the rooftop, staring blankly at the grass in the distance. The mother accepted the scroll with a smile, and the child next to her was jumping happily and circling around her.
Slowly, until the people in the courtyard gradually dispersed and left, and it became quiet again.
Eperion walked past Roseates and patted his shoulder.
"Good night, Mr. Roseates, I wish you a sweet dream."
Then footsteps slowly descended the steps and stepped into the unseen darkness.
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