Chapter 73
Wang Jiazhi drew two posters. One showed a dilapidated palace under the moonlight, with a slender figure standing in the moonlight. The other showed a beautiful woman lying under a pear tree, petals falling all over her body, a sword pierced her chest, blood flowing all over the ground.
Although the woman is as beautiful as a peach or plum, and the colors are so bright, the more so, the more poignant and terrifying her beauty becomes.
The girls who had seen it all thought it was scary and didn't dare to look at it any more. But Wang Jiazhi was so fascinated by the poster she had drawn for the first time that she couldn't help but look at it over and over before hanging it up. Even after putting it up, she couldn't help but stand right in front of it to look at it.
Xiao Shuang said: "It looks so scary, she is already dead."
"Yes." Wang Jiazhi said softly.
At the same time, he thought to himself, "What I want to draw most is myself. I really want to draw a picture of myself as well."
She wondered what she would look like after death. She remembered that the shot was injected into her left solar plexus. Blood was fine, but would it be too ugly if the brain also flowed out?
She didn't want to be thrown in with them. In her dream, it seemed that the two people didn't throw her in the same place as them. They dragged her to the other side of the pit and threw her in. That would be great.
Slowly she will rot away, exposing her bones, just like the Lady of the Camellias whose lips rot away, exposing her teeth. That would be really ugly.
Or maybe even before that time, the wild wolves and dogs in the mountains would eat her. In any case, in the end, only a pile of bones would be left.
She longed for a grave of her own after death, no tombstone needed, just a small plot of land to bury herself in. A simple coffin, covered with a blanket, would be enough for her to lie in, as if asleep. Buried like that, she would sleep forever.
During the war, Yang Guifei was hastily buried and wrapped in a purple mattress. But she was left exposed in the wilderness and eaten by wild dogs.
"I don't want much. I don't have a home, I don't have someone I love, but a small piece of land to bury myself in is not enough?"
The play was a great success, better than ever before.
Wang Jiazhi thought to herself, "Is this the last prosperity?"
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