Shi Ling stared at the painting in a trance for a long time.
Although I don’t understand the meaning of this painting, I feel that the person in the painting is quite good-looking.
Although the painting looked very nice, she just felt uncomfortable looking at it.
Shi Ling felt a little melancholy, perhaps because she didn't understand art.
She folded the painting, put it in her pocket, and put it out of her mind.
…
Lighting up the snow at night.
On the fifth floor of Building 7 in Sunshine Garden Community, at a window facing the street, Li Zhining looked out the window at the bustling and lively street market with his eyes wide open, listening to the hustle and bustle of cars and horses, but in front of him was endless darkness.
The first eighteen years of her life were full of bright colors, but one day, everything before her eyes became as hazy as Monet's impressionist paintings, and later as distorted as Van Gogh's watercolors. All the colors of the world blended together in her eyes and turned into endless black.
Although in art all colors mixed together equal black, true black is extremely difficult to mix. That was the best black she had ever mixed.
At first, Li Zhining was also panicked and frightened, but the long period of unconsciousness and the endless blackness before her eyes gradually calmed her down. She gradually felt as if darkness was her destiny.
Then one day, colors appeared before her eyes again.
She painted those colors based on her instantaneous associations.
But she didn't expect that what she drew would come true.
Li Zhining put the painting of the child and the red wheel in the album, then turned a page and closed his eyes to paint while facing the noisy street outside the window.
At this moment, a black figure suddenly appeared behind her.
Xila was wearing a red and black Lolita dress and a black hat with a wide brim on her head.
The brim of the hat covered her eyes, revealing only half of her face, her red lips showing a delicate smile.
She held a thorny rose in her hand and walked to Li Zhining's side, leaning against the window with her to watch the brightly lit street lights.
Yet, the words spoken were gentle yet cruel, “No doctor can heal your eyes.”
Li Zhining's hand paused slightly while painting, but she had a habit. Once she put pen to paper, she had to finish the painting no matter what in order to prevent her thoughts from being interrupted.
So she continued painting without even glancing at Xila next to her. "Who are you?"
Xila introduced herself with a smile and a sweet voice, "I am Angel Xila."
Li Zhining: "Xila...the Angel of Slaughter, one of the nine fallen angels?"
Xila smiled and said, "No, that's not true. I'm the only fallen angel. I killed all the others."
She spoke the most blood-curdling words in the most charming and romantic tone.
She lowered her head, kissed the rose gently, and smiled with her red lips. "Of the roses in God's garden, only the most perfect one needs to be kept. The others are only good for nourishment, isn't that right?"
Li Zhining didn't answer, but just asked: "So you devoured them?"
Xila tilted her head: "Guess."
Li Zhining didn't guess.
Xila felt a little bored, so she got straight to the point. "Do you want to regain your sight? I can fulfill your wish. You only need to pay a small price, and you can get what you want most."
Her voice was sweet and gentle, yet filled with deadly allure.
However, Li Zhining said indifferently, "I don't believe in God, nor have I ever prayed for an angel to come. You are a Western god, and I am an Easterner. I don't need you to fulfill my wishes."
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