bookcurios Chapter 159 Black Purple Red (Extra)
Chapter 159 Black Purple Red (Extra)
Chapter 159 Black Purple Red (Extra)
Boys hate the dark.
Because when consciousness was first born, there was only a small, narrow field of black and white wisteria flowers around him, less than five meters wide, with a thick and gloomy pitch-black color at the edge.
As if it would swallow him at any moment.
He was in a daze with nothing to do here, because he couldn't go to the border. Later, a small black and white swing was added to the wisteria, and he sat on the swing and continued to be in a daze.
What are you thinking about?
No, he didn't think about anything.
Who is he, where is he from, what is his name, is the space here always so small...even why the swing he was sitting on suddenly appeared.
The teenager didn't even think about it.
But began to hate the dark subconsciously.
Because there is no concept of time here, some are just black and white wisteria flowers that never wither, and some are only boundless and even terrifyingly dense darkness.
Maybe it's really boring.
...Don't you want to know the truth of everything?
This idea suddenly came to mind.
The boy finally stopped being in a daze and thought for a while.
But he was thinking.
What does this have to do with him?
Then, one day, the darkness disappeared.
This is like a signal, and the color of the wisteria is becoming more and more beautiful day by day. In addition to black and white, this space has another color, called purple.
The world suddenly came alive and bright.
Then, he saw the girl with exquisite eyebrows and eyes.
She held the paintbrush seriously, pursed her lips slightly, and outlined the wisteria flower stroke by stroke, while the originally black and white flower at the corner seemed to suddenly come to life, fragrant and delicate.
Oh... so it was a painting.
He moved his eyes back gently.
The world gradually became colorful, with the sky, the sun, the breeze, the fragrance of flowers, and bunches of wisteria flowers hanging from the edge of the shelf.
The boy stopped being in a daze very early, he slowly swung on the swing, and continued to stare at the serious girl in front of him.
Looking at her, it seems that it has gradually become a habit.
But she couldn't see him.
For the first time, the boy felt a little unbalanced.
"Sorry, I haven't finished drawing yet."
He heard a familiar soft voice.
It's Yiyi's.
The boy withdrew his thoughts and looked at the outside world. That annoying girl came again, with a flattering smile on her face. Every time, it was because she pestered the little girl that Yiyi looked less and less at him.
How hypocritical...
Seeing the girl secretly say "fake nobility" with disdain and envy after the little girl turned her head, the boy pursed his lips.
Some unhappy.
Why does Yiyi like such a hypocritical friend?
The name that he heard overheard was on his lips, and the young man simply thought, if there is no one else, Yiyi will not be disturbed.
If you don't get disturbed, you can always be with yourself.
The boy's mood brightened.
So, when the little girl rejected that annoying guy again, he smiled at the girl.
Watching her chase down from upstairs.
"The shortcoming is red..."
The teenager doesn't know what red looks like, because it isn't in the painting.
But he knew that the blood was red.
When the annoying girl died, he hugged the little girl he had been thinking about for a long time.
The boy frowned, looking at the fog spreading around him.
original.
This is red.
Brighter than wisteria, brighter than sunlight.
So, he condensed his favorite color into a bead, and tied it around the neck of his favorite little girl with his own hands.
Holding the little girl's soft and slender fingers, the boy's eyebrows and eyes were curved.
Now, she was his.
On this day, the boy had his own name.
——Mu Chen.
Admiration, Mu, birthday.
No, let me laugh for a while, as soon as I see Mu Chen, I will play
(End of this chapter)