Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Second drawing
Pei Qing thought about it and decided to go to the scene of the car accident.
When she arrived at the scene of the accident, there were traffic police evacuating the surrounding traffic.
Pei Qing stood under the shade of the trees beside the greenway, looking at the mottled marks on the road, and took out her mobile phone, which contained her draft drawing.
As she was watching, a person suddenly jumped out from the side.
He was a man with dyed blond hair and eight earrings on his ears.
"Beauty, are you also a host? You are late."
Wang Dalong had seen her a long time ago. When this beauty stood on the side of the road, it seemed that the whole sky became brighter.
Most of the people who come here at this time are internet celebrities who are trying to gain popularity, not to mention that she is so beautiful.
Wang Dalong felt a little excited, so he came over and started a conversation.
He took out his anchor account and showed it to Pei Qing.
"Add me as a V. I have 800,000 followers. I will guide you when the time comes."
Pei Qing just thought he was noisy.
She raised her head slightly and looked Wang Dalong up and down. Looking at his clanking outfit, her eyes hurt.
Pei Qing: "Who are you? I don't add strangers."
Wang Dalong: "Hey, sister, we'll get to know each other after chatting. I will never treat you unfairly!"
Pei Qing hadn't met someone who talked to himself like this for a long time.
Wang Dalong reached out to pat Pei Qing on the shoulder, but his knee suddenly hurt and he fell to his knees with a thump.
“Fuck!”
Pei Qing retracted his foot. His knee injury was still having some impact, so he had to go back and recuperate.
Seeing Wang Dalong kneeling on the ground and unable to get up for a long time, Pei Qing said, "Wow, you're just this capable, and you still want to flirt with me!"
Wang Dalong pointed at her and was speechless for a long time.
Pei Qing: "Be honest. If you try to touch me next time, I won't kick your knee."
After saying that, she looked Wang Dalong up and down again, unable to bear to look at him: "You are too weak."
Wang Dalong stayed up all night last night. If he hadn't stayed up late, how could he...
Hey hey hey?
Wang Dalong: "Why did you steal my phone?
Pei Qing: "You took a video of this place, let me see it."
Her fingers quickly moved across Wang Dalong's phone, but when she didn't find any new videos, she threw the phone back.
Wang Dalong waited for a while before standing up.
A traffic policeman saw the commotion here, walked over a few steps, and asked in a stern tone, "What are you doing?"
Pei Qing smiled and said, "I want to exchange feelings with my elder brother, right?"
Wang Dalong rolled his eyes, but seeing how Pei Qing had just kicked him on the knee with such skill, he suspected that this girl was a martial artist. It was really embarrassing that she couldn't beat a woman.
Therefore, under the gaze of the traffic police, he could only nod.
"We are just joking, haha, just joking."
The traffic police looked at Pei Qing and Wang Dalong and felt that they were not the same kind of people. However, Pei Qing did not look threatened, so he simply waved his hand and said, "Okay, stop blocking us here and stop taking photos. Just move on."
Pei Qing: "Oh, let's go now."
She thought for a moment and then asked, "Officer, I heard that the bus hit a few children. How are those children?"
The traffic policeman looked unhappy: "Send him to the hospital."
Pei Qing wanted to ask which hospital to send him to, but he saw the traffic policeman driving him away with an impatient look on his face.
Pei Qing was forced to walk more than a hundred meters, with Wang Dalong following her.
Wang Dalong saw that she was still reluctant to leave the scene and said, "Don't watch it anymore."
He rubbed his knee and said, "You kicked me really hard."
Pei Qing: "I haven't used much strength yet, don't be so mean next time."
Wang Dalong moved a little further away from her. Although she was a beauty, his knees really hurt.
He added: "When I arrived, the ambulance had not left yet, but I looked at them and they didn't look like they would survive."
Pei Qing was stunned.
Wang Dalong: "The bus was so big and the driver fainted, so he didn't have time to brake. Not to mention the children who were hit, I don't know how many people on the two buses survived."
He sighed: "So, we should enjoy life while we can. You never know what will happen."
Pei Qing opened the police report again and took a look. The report was still being updated and the death toll had now reached seven.
Wang Dalong glanced at the white words on a blue background and didn't believe it at all.
"There must be more than that. Hey, beautiful lady, why are you leaving——"
Pei Qing: "Stay away from me, or I'll beat you to death!"
Wang Dalong didn't dare to follow.
This woman is really vicious.
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After Pei Qing looked at the scene, he compared the scene map with his own draft map. In fact, there was nothing to compare. The license plate numbers of the bus and several private cars behind it were the most favorable evidence.
She smoothed her hair over, as she had only tied it into a low ponytail when going out today.
Pei Qing was feeling depressed, so Han Heyue sent her a message asking her what movie she had watched.
Pei Qing: [I had something to do, so I didn’t watch the movie. I’m busy, I’ll talk to you later.]
She sat on a bench in the bus stop, looking at the bus stops, saw the Huimin Hospital at the stop, thought about it, and finally got an IV drip.
She guessed correctly, the ambulance would of course come nearby.
This Huimin Hospital does receive patients involved in car accidents.
As soon as Pei Qing entered the hospital, he heard crying and wailing inside.
The cries were layered and entangled together, hitting people's hearts like a weight.
Pei Qing paused. She couldn't remember the last time she encountered such a situation.
But she remembered that there was a time when she followed her uncle to the hospital and the doctor told her that the person was dead and there was no need for rescue.
But the uncle insisted, and the doctor had to make one last effort, and Pei Qing's father was still pushed into the morgue.
What year was that?
Pei Qing didn't have a very clear impression, he just remembered that there were people crying around him. There were so many people crying in the hospital that he couldn't tell who was who.
"Make way, don't block the road."
A hurried voice came from behind, Pei Qing hurriedly stepped back and stood against the wall, and another patient was pushed over.
She was a little timid and confused. Finally, she walked out of the hospital and sat under a stone pier outside the hospital.
It was a hot summer day. Pei Qing found his hat and put it on, then lowered his head to study his draft drawing.
The draft picture stops at the moment when the bus crosses the solid line. If you look closely, you will find that the bus driver is already leaning forward. The human body position in this place is indeed wrong.
Pei Qing was puzzled. How did she end up like this when she was painting?
She scratched her right hand with her left hand and found the picture she had drawn the day before.
This dog's name is Coke, right?
According to its owner, the red plastic bag it was holding in its mouth was the same as the one she drew.
ah?
She has been painting for more than ten years and nothing like this has ever happened to her before!
What's wrong?
Pei Qing thought about it and something clicked in his mind.
Temple of the God of Wealth!
Recently she went to such a non-materialistic place!
It must be the Temple of the God of Wealth!
She lifted her leg, and her knee was healing really fast.
Pei Qing immediately stood up, hailed a taxi, and went directly to the Temple of the God of Wealth.
The Temple of the God of Wealth is still bustling with people.
The staff still remember Pei Qing. She was a pretty girl and she fell and bled that day, which left a deep impression on people.
Seeing Pei Qing standing at the door looking around but not going in, he asked, "What are you looking for? Did you leave something here? Can I help you find it? Hey, is your knee okay? It healed pretty quickly."
Pei Qing: "It just looks serious, but it's much better now."
She glanced at the staff member. The uncle looked to be in his forties or fifties, but he looked kind and should be easy to talk to.
Pei Qing asked, "Uncle, has anyone else in the temple recently broken their knees like me?"
Staff: "How could that be possible? I've worked here for more than ten years, and you're the only one who fell so badly. The steps in our temple aren't high. How did you fall that day? Even a three-year-old wouldn't fall like you."
Awkward.
Why should I humiliate myself?
Pei Qing forced a smile, walked up to the God of Wealth, and kowtowed respectfully.
Now that I'm here, I might as well pray to the God of Wealth to bless me with wealth.
Please bless, bless, bless...
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When we walked out of the Temple of the God of Wealth, it was still bright.
Pei Qing glanced at the time. It was just past seven o'clock, and it would be dark around eight o'clock.
What should I do with the live broadcast tonight?
Pei Qing was about to sigh, but he held it back. He couldn't sigh, as sighing would make his fortune go away.
My live broadcast has just started.
While Pei Qing was thinking, several middle-aged women walked towards her.
"Girl, do you want to have your fortune told? Ten dollars apiece, you must pay."
"Hey, I came here first, girl, and mine is more accurate!"
"My, my, my, this is only five bucks!"
Pei Qing's eyelids jumped, and then he pointed at the speaker on the wall.
The loudspeaker was still shouting: "...Please be vigilant, tourists, do not trust the non-professionals selling fortune-telling outside the temple, and protect your personal property..."
While the middle-aged women were looking back, Pei Qing immediately turned around and ran.
After running for a while, she happened to see a stopped bus. Seeing that it was a bus going home, Pei Qing got on the bus immediately.
She sat in the window seat and took stock of the situation.
I drew two pictures, and the pictures matched reality.
There are two options now. The first option is to continue painting. If you encounter a situation where your painting is inconsistent with reality again, you must deny it.
Anyway, she was live streaming, without showing her face or making any sound, so the audience couldn’t find her.
The second way...
Pei Qing inadvertently thought of the middle-aged women who were chasing her, and she suddenly had an idea, thinking that fortune-telling can make a lot of money nowadays.
She can also find other business opportunities for herself, such as telling the audience that the commissioned article might match reality, and sincerity might work?
This is no more interesting than simply drawing!
Pei Qing opened his phone to continue looking at his drawings, then opened the platform to search.
Now there are people live streaming Tarot and Xiao Liu Ren, so hers is just a little weird at best, it shouldn't be a big deal, right?
No, I still can’t say it directly. If I say it directly, I might be complained about for spreading feudal superstition.
Pei Qing decided to be more subtle. Today's car accident news was very popular, and perhaps someone in the live broadcast room would notice it.
If someone brings it up at that time, she will remain silent, and the audience will have to guess for themselves. She won't say a word.
At most, she is just an ordinary little painter!
Everything, whether it is the final presentation of the manuscript or the audience’s own speculation, has nothing to do with her!
And maybe her drawings will become normal again in the future.
Repeat to myself three times every day: I am just a painter, with a clean conscience and hardworking!
All non-materialistic things have nothing to do with me!
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