Chapter 2180 [Extra] The Morbid Painter VS. The God in the Painting (7)
Si Jin lowered her eyelashes, pondered for a moment, and then, as if finding it interesting, closed her eyes slightly and said, "I would like to hear the details."
"The Picture of Dorian Gray" tells the story of a noble young boy named Dorian who makes a wish upon his portrait, hoping that "the beautiful boy will remain forever young, and that all the vicissitudes of time and the sins of the boy will be borne by the portrait." After that, something magical happens.
Every time Daolin did something bad, the portrait would become uglier, until Daolin had a change of heart and raised his knife to stab the extremely ugly portrait.
Unexpectedly, with a "thud," he stabbed himself to death.
In the end, Daolin, lying in a pool of blood, became incredibly ugly, while the portrait restored his beauty, preserving his youth forever.
For some reason, Lin Yuan told the story very slowly, going into such detail that every character had to be given a name and a description of their appearance.
Therefore, the story ended as dawn was breaking.
Si Jin was turned over by him, and she could only manage to ask with a forced sob in her voice, "So, you also want to paint... a portrait for Su An?"
“Yes.” Lin Yuan gripped the god’s hand tightly, staring at his reddened knuckles, his eyes gleaming with excitement: “After he is discharged from the hospital, I will give him a portrait that can measure sins. However, I hope you can help me with something.”
"Wh...what...small favor?"
“I will paint a portrait of Su An. This painting will measure all his sins, turning him little by little into a great monster that will devour him until he is reduced to ashes and not even worthy of reincarnation.”
"But in the end, I hope you can help me burn the portrait to prevent future troubles."
Si Jin's thoughts were somewhat scattered, and her voice was muffled, it was unclear whether she uttered an "hmm" or a "humph".
After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked a seemingly irrelevant question: "You...do you know? Oscar Wilde also...liked men. This book...'The Picture of Dorian Gray' was written by him for a certain stunningly beautiful young man."
"Really? But I can't write books." Lin Yuan murmured in response, sounding somewhat disappointed. But a moment later, he leaned close to Si Jin's ear and whispered, "However, I will always paint for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, a kiss landed on the tip of her ear, and his fingertips touched the cat's ears.
The chains jingled, as if they too were hoping the sun would rise a little later, much later.
… …
The camera is destroyed, and nobody knows what happened here.
The next day, Lin Yuan painted a male nurse's uniform for Si Jin, and the two swaggered out of the hospital together.
Instead of taking Si Jin to that filthy home he was already tired of, he went back and pretended to be friendly with Su An for a while, got his savings card, and used his life savings to buy a small villa for the god in the best suburban area.
Only then did he have time to go and reconcile with Su An.
Not only did they draw a portrait of this idiot, but they also used the portrait to swindle most of his assets.
Then he took the money and took Si Jin to travel around.
Six months later, taking advantage of the fact that Su An had committed numerous evil deeds and was about to be devoured by the portrait, he quickly returned and reported all of Su An's illegal businesses.
Su An was disgraced and suffered the consequences of his actions. In the end, he perished in the fire set by Si Jin, along with the portrait.
The firelight illuminated my pupils, flickering as if it wanted to destroy the sins and fears of the past.
May you be well, may you be well.
Su'an Mental Hospital was shut down due to a report, and Su'an itself was swallowed up by the portrait.
The name Su'an, along with everything associated with him, will never appear in his life again.
Lin Yuan thought: He had never felt so relaxed as he did now.
With his eyes slightly lowered, the talented artist seemed to be thinking of something. He tightened his grip on Si Jin's hand with his left hand, while taking out the "magic brush that brings paintings to life" from his pocket with his right.
After a moment's pause, he threw the pen into the fire as well.
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