Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Second drawing
Pei Qing didn't care at first, as she could easily immerse herself in painting.
When she looked up again, she found that there were a lot more comments on the public screen.
【The drawing is wrong.】
[Anchor, if you draw like this, you will definitely get into a car accident. ]
[There are still pairs of elementary school students on the sidewalk...]
[Anchor, you are so cruel! ]
Pei Qing was unsure whether to punish him or not, but he knew that Shan Zhu might run away.
She looked at her painting again and apologized three times.
【Sorry, sorry, I misread it. 】
[No, you just didn’t draw according to the photo.]
[Although painting does rely on the artist's creativity, it can't be completely similar, right? ]
[Madam, you draw very well, but you have to satisfy the customers' needs! ]
[I even suspect that you are deliberately messing with people’s mentality. ]
Pei Qing: I am wronged, totally wronged!
She slid down to her knees cleanly and quickly, and immediately opened a blank page to start over.
Fortunately, the owner of the painting had a good temper and thought that Pei Qing was so engrossed in the painting that he didn't pay attention to the sidewalk.
To be honest, if it weren’t for the sharp eyes of the commentators, it would be difficult to see that the bus had crossed the solid line.
The owner of the single painting didn't care. After Pei Qing drew a new one, he expressed satisfaction with Pei Qing's landscape painting and then logged off.
Pei Qing finally managed to correct his mistake, and when the time came, he turned off the live broadcast and breathed a sigh of relief.
Don't make this mistake again.
She knows that she does act casually sometimes, but when accepting an order, she will still pay attention to the needs of the orderer.
Maybe I'm feeling dizzy today.
Pei Qing took out his cell phone and sent a message to his friends.
“Reflect on yourself three times a day: Customers are God [Put your hands together.jpg]”
A few minutes later, there were a few more likes.
An old classmate asked, "What? Someone made constructive comments on your paintings again?"
Pei Qing replied: "No, I was just being casual again."
Old classmate: "The customer is God."
Pei Qing: “Keep it in mind.”
This little episode passed quickly.
The next day, Pei Qing slept until ten o'clock again.
While brushing her teeth, she saw the message Han Heyue sent her.
[When will I get rich? ]
[I can't even go through this crappy class for a day. ]
Pei Qing: [When I get rich, I will take you around the world. ]
Han Heyue: [Good sister, I'll take this cake. I wish you can become a million-up soon and lead me to the peak of my life. I really want to be a gigolo! ]
Pei Qing also wants to be a gigolo.
But it doesn’t taste good.
Pei Qing smiled, heated up the food he hadn't finished yesterday in the microwave, and continued eating.
Living alone, she only eats two meals a day, one around 11 o'clock and another at three or four in the afternoon.
Unless there is an emergency, avoid late-night snacks.
Of course, there are times when you can’t resist the craving, and you still have to order a midnight snack.
After dinner, Pei Qing started browsing his phone again.
Her knees have been itching lately, and she has been distracting herself by browsing her phone.
There was a recent Nia illustration exhibition that she was quite interested in, but she had to fly abroad. Unfortunately, Pei Qing's knee was bleeding during the exhibition, so she couldn't go. She could only browse the exhibition on her mobile phone at home.
What a coincidence.
Pei Qing lamented.
Fortunately, my knee has a scar and will heal soon. I can say goodbye to my stay-at-home life soon!
Pei Qing happily browsed the exhibition.
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Today is Thursday, and Ruan Xin got off work early to pick up her son.
It was summer vacation and both of her husband and wife were working, so they had no time to look after their child, so they had no choice but to send him to a tutoring class.
The new home has a very good geographical location, close to the school and there are many tutoring classes nearby.
Ruan Xin carefully selected one. The tutoring class was very famous, had strong teaching staff, and was not far from home, only about ten minutes' drive.
I used to drive my car around every day, but my car was scratched a couple of days ago and I sent it for repair and haven't gotten it back yet.
It just so happened that the bus stop was right at the entrance of the community, less than ten meters away, so Ruan Xin planned to take her son home by bus.
She stood at the door of the institution, looking at the parents crowding in front of the door, and couldn't help but sigh.
When she was a child, there was no one to pick her up from tutoring classes. She had to take care of herself. But it’s different now. No matter how old the child is, she has to be picked up and dropped off.
There are so many cars on the road without pick-up and drop-off, and her son is careless, so she is worried. Fortunately, she is not busy at work, otherwise it would be really tiring.
Soon, a little fat boy ran towards her.
"mom!"
The little fat boy was very happy and said he wanted to eat hotpot.
Ruan Xin: "Wait for your dad to get off work and go together."
After saying that, Ruan Xin took his schoolbag, and then called for his son to follow. The two of them got on bus 106 together. The bus was crowded, and Ruan Xin asked his son to hold the pole as he was too short to reach the handle on it.
The traffic was very congested all the way, and I could hear the bus drivers swearing outside.
Ruan Xin sighed again. If there wasn’t a bus stop right at her doorstep, she would have taken her son to take the subway.
She looked at her son behind her. The air conditioner was on on the bus, but because there were so many people on the bus, Ruan Xin could smell everyone's sweat, and the cooling effect was not very good.
From school to home, I have to pass five traffic lights.
Today is another unlucky day, with red lights all the way.
Ruan Xin was tired of carrying her son's schoolbag and put it on the ground.
My son started talking a lot again, and began to talk about how the teacher in the institution praised him today, and how so-and-so in his class was in love with so-and-so.
Ruan Xin is a very easy-going mother and her son tells her everything.
But it’s really annoying sometimes.
His son talked a lot and Ruan Xin just responded perfunctorily from time to time.
"oh?"
"Yeah?"
"real?"
…
That was it, and her son could still go on.
Ruan Xin thought to herself, I’m not a talkative person, so how could I give birth to a talkative son?
Along the way, the scenery kept receding.
It was just past five o'clock, the sun was still shining outside, and it was very hot both inside and outside the car.
While listening to her son's nonsense, Ruan Xin was thinking, she wondered if the printing shop would be able to deliver the printed landscape painting to her when she got home later. The painter's painting yesterday was quite good.
Just when she had her back to the driver and wasn't paying attention, the green light on the opposite traffic light began to flash.
At the same time, the driver's upper body leaned forward.
A procession of elementary school students wearing orange vests walked onto the sidewalk.
"Bang--"
Ruan Xin fell forward and hit his head on the pole on the car.
The bus was filled with people falling down like a pile of people.
Ruan Xin felt warm liquid flowing into her eyes, and she subconsciously looked for her son.
The horns blared all around.
"The bus hit someone!"
“Help!”
"All the students were knocked away!"
"Fuck, it collided with the oncoming bus!"
“Call an ambulance!”
…
Ruan Xin lost consciousness.
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At 5:30 in the afternoon, Pei Qing touched his knees and felt that he could go out.
It's really boring, it would be nice to just go watch a movie.
Han Heyue hadn't gotten off work yet. When she heard that Pei Qing was going to the movies, she immediately wailed.
"I want to go, too."
Pei Qing: "I'll take you next time."
Han Heyue was squatting in the toilet while sending a message to Pei Qing.
A news pop-up window suddenly popped up.
She was surprised: "There was a car accident on West Heping Road."
Pei Qing just put on his shoes: "Hmm?"
Han Heyue forwarded the news to her.
"It's serious."
Han Heyue continued, "The press release said that the driver suddenly fell ill and first hit a pair of elementary school students at the crosswalk, and then hit the express bus on the opposite lane."
Hit a primary school student?
For some reason, Pei Qing's heart skipped a beat.
She opened the news page and saw that three people had died.
Pei Qing stood at the door of his house and frowned as he looked clearly at the bus in the photo.
She read the press release again from beginning to end, and a chill rose from her bottom.
This is bus number 106.
Pei Qing walked to the bedroom with her shoes on, opened her tablet, and flipped through yesterday's draft. She kept zooming in on the bus with a solid line on it in the painting she drew yesterday, and found that when she was drawing it yesterday, she had indeed marked it as bus No. 106.
There was also a group of primary school students on the crosswalk. Pei Qing looked at the news release, which said that this group of primary school students had just returned from the museum and were participating in a social practice. Unfortunately, the bus driver suddenly fell ill and was hit and crushed...
Pei Qing froze for a moment and compared the news photo with her drawing.
The buses are the same, and the vests that students wear are the same color...
But...how could that be?
Is it a coincidence?
Pei Qing began to sweat.
She suddenly remembered what the single owner said on the public screen yesterday.
[But what a coincidence, today my Coke happened to be holding a red plastic bag, the same as the one you drew, and the same as the trash can, quite a coincidence. ]
The Master spoke no such things as the supernatural, the divine.
This bus also hit the bus on the opposite side, but I didn’t draw that.
Pei Qing just thought so, and suddenly froze.
She didn’t even draw the bus hitting the primary school students!
She quickly took another look at the painting, and indeed, her painting stopped at the moment when the bus crossed the solid line.
The elementary school student had already walked to the crosswalk, and the rapid bus on the opposite side would of course go straight when the light turned green.
If the bus in the accident had not stopped, hit the primary school students and then hit the rapid bus, this is indeed what would have happened.
Pei Qing's heart trembled.
But how is this possible!
She can express herself freely, but she adds and subtracts according to her mood. How can it be the same as what is reported in the news?
This must be fake!
It must be a coincidence!
Pei Qing took a deep breath.
Actually, there is another way.
Pei Qing didn't dare to look at his own paintings.
She always pays attention to details when painting, so the car in the painting has a license plate number, but of course the license plate number is up to her to come up with.
If the license plate numbers match...it's bad!
She drank a glass of water, ignored the message from Han Heyue, and mustered up the courage to start looking through the photos in the press release and the accident video posted online.
Very good, the license plate number in the video is not blurred.
Pei Qing looked at them carefully and compared them slowly. After he compared one car, his heart sank a little.
Finally, Pei Qing looked at his painting expressionlessly.
There were five cars and the license plates matched.
How could they match?
How can it match? !
How could this be possible!!!
There was no miracle when I was born!
Haven't I been living an ordinary life for more than twenty years?
Although her father died early and her mother didn't care about her, Pei Qing still grew up healthily and could barely support herself. How could she suddenly become like this!
She kicked off her shoes, laid down on the bed, and closed her eyes peacefully.
I must be dreaming, I'll be fine after a good night's sleep.
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An hour later, Pei Qing opened his eyes.
She checked her phone and saw the press release was still there. There was already an uproar online about who was responsible for the car accident and who should pay the compensation.
Look at your painting again, it's the same one you drew yesterday.
After comparing the accident video with the license plate number in the painting, Pei Qing became even quieter.
Han Heyue called: "What are you doing? You didn't reply to my message. Are you arguing with your mother?"
Pei Qing: "No."
Her voice was full of vicissitudes.
Han Heyue: "What's wrong with you?"
Pei Qing: "Thinking about life."
Han Heyue was happy.
"Have you thought of a way to get rich?"
Pei Qing: “No.”
She picked up last night's painting again. No matter how many times she looked at it, it was still the same.
Pei Qing: "He Yue."
Han Heyue: “Hmm?”
Pei Qing: "I always thought I was lucky."
Han Heyue: "You're lucky to have a mother like that?"
Pei Qing: "Although she is not a good person, I was sent to my relatives' house to be raised, which is probably related to her. My relatives are very good to me, and I am lucky to meet her family."
Han Heyue heard her vague words and didn't ask in detail, so she just said, "Why are you unlucky now? The psychological trauma from the previous fall at the God of Wealth Temple is still there. Didn't you say that the live broadcast went smoothly? The million-up is in progress."
Pei Qing: "Alas."
She lay on the bed and stopped talking again.
Life is full of surprises.
For example, when she was 7 years old, her father killed himself while riding an off-road motorcycle.
For example, when the police found her mother, her mother was having an affair with a wealthy businessman and didn't want to support her, so she asked the police to send her to an orphanage.
For example, the rich businessman's sister-in-law suddenly felt kind and took her home to raise her.
Pei Qing sighed again: "There are so many surprises in my life."
Now the painting and reality are combined!
Obviously, the paintings she drew before were all normal!
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