At this moment...
Dai Ming's fear that had been sealed for many years was awakened again.
The strong childhood fear hit his heart again, causing him to feel a trembling that was engraved into his bones.
"You, you still dare to draw her?" Dai Ming walked to Mingyu and asked in confusion: "Are you really not afraid of drawing her?"
Mingyu's brush drooped down.
"I don't know either. But in this matter, I don't know what I think."
She looked at the creepy female ghost on the painting and said, "I haven't told you my real name yet?"
"Indeed...what's your name?"
Ming Yu raised his hand and grabbed the bangs in front of his forehead.
"My name is Pan Yizhen. When I was very young, my parents divorced, and I have been living with my mother. My mother has not remarried so far, and has suffered a lot of hardships after raising me. But to be honest, the only thing I am good at is painting."
Dai Ming smiled bitterly: "I am the same."
"But I don't have too many ways to retreat. I can only draw. No matter what... she can't come out of the painting and hurt me, but the bills filled with mailboxes will do. Although I can only draw her, it is a fact that I draw well. Today's aesthetics are actually very diverse, so there are people who appreciate such paintings."
"It's also... the ones who can participate in the exhibition are all the most favored painters of the new generation..."
"So I can still make some money. However, this painting is the only one that has been published publicly."
Dai Ming looked at Pan Yizhen and saw herself completely from her.
Because of his love for painting, he felt fear when he picked up his brush many times.
The feeling of painting like being possessed by something is too terrifying. The shadows of childhood sometimes often affect a person's life.
Pan Yizhen then took the paintbrush and began to color.
"After you start drawing, you can't stop. Can you understand me, right?"
"Yeah." Dai Ming nodded and said, "I can understand."
As the only two people who can understand each other, only the other party can fully understand their feelings.
"Why did we draw this woman...?"
This is a doubt that lingers in the hearts of Dai Ming and Pan Yizhen for many years.
While adjusting the color, Pan Yizhen said: "When I was a child, I was really scared. I was wondering if I had some mental illness or had some evil. But I just couldn't explain why I could draw... I've never seen such a woman..."
"In fact, it is very difficult to draw human body structure." Dai Ming never dared to look at Pan Yizhen's paintings, "but we can all draw them easily, as if a flash of inspiration in our minds came out..."
Then, the room fell into a dead silence.
"I...I'll leave first. It's not appropriate for me to stay in your room at night."
Pan Yizhen immediately looked at Dai Ming, and almost fell to the ground with the brush on her hand.
"Are you leaving?"
"Well, it's not too late after all. We have already added WeChat anyway, so we will contact you tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll give you..."
"No need, you finish the drawing. I'll leave."
Just when Dai Ming was about to open the door, Pan Yizhen said this.
"You... can you not leave?"
Dai Ming was stunned.
No...not?
A girl, let a man stay in a hotel room? This... cannot have a second meaning, right? The most important thing is that this is a single room with only one bed!
"Well, Miss Pan, we just met today... Isn't that good?"
Pan Yizhen looked at Dai Ming, but tears began to flash in her eyes.
"I am the same as you, and I am actually very scared... Every time I finish painting, I have nightmares. In the dream, I feel like I am the one who sinks to the bottom of the sea..."
When Dai Ming heard this, he understood Pan Yizhen more and more. There was a terrifying secret buried in his heart that he had never told others since childhood or could not be understood by others. Because this secret has been severely psychological torture, and finally... he encountered the same experience and could fully understand his kind.
Pan Yizhen's condition is more serious than Dai Ming. She has been painting this terrifying female ghost since she was a child. Her psychological pressure is probably far beyond her. She has no depression at first, but she is afraid she will be forced out of depression.
If not, how could she dare to leave a person she just met today in the hotel room?
Dai Ming looked at Pan Yizhen's eyes and felt a little reluctant, so he sat back.
"I'll draw one too."
Dai Ming did this just to make Pan Yizhen feel better if he wanted to do more or less.
After all... he was a female ghost who was drawn after all. No matter what, could he still come out of the drawing and hurt himself?
Pan Yizhen couldn't believe her voice.
Dai Ming sent a WeChat message to his parents, saying that he would go out for food stalls with his friends tonight, and then prepare to spend the night with his friends.
"Give me the paper and the pen."
Even after so long, Dai Ming's pen could easily outline the lines as soon as he touched the drawing paper.
Dai Ming never expected that the first time he painted in adulthood would be like this year.
Even though it has been so long, the memory has not faded at all, as if he has always been very familiar with this painting.
As he was drawing, Dai Ming suddenly stopped his pen...
His head slowly lowered, and his throat seemed to be stuck in something.
"Why...we both of us?"
Dai Ming and Pan Yizhen, apart from having artistic talent, can be said to be two people who have no intersection.
This is absolutely impossible to be a coincidence.
"Does the two of us have any intersection that we have not found ourselves?"
This is some possibility that Dai Ming could think of.
Pan Yizhen said: "I never came to City W when I was a child. Have you ever been to City D?"
"No."
This phenomenon is a little too strange.
Dai Ming continued to lift the brush. Once he started writing, he would never stop writing again.
As you draw...
Both of them were tired in the end and fell asleep unknowingly.
When Dai Ming woke up again, he found himself lying on the sofa.
Pan Yizhen also slept aside, holding a paintbrush in her hand.
Dai Ming looked at the time and it was four o'clock in the morning.
At this time, through the lights of the mobile phone, he saw the paintings he drew.
Dai Ming opened his eyes wide.
I saw the female ghost floating in the sea, spreading her hands and stretching forward, as if she was about to rush out of the painting!
Dai Ming almost screamed in fear.
Last night, he was particularly sleepy because he drank a lot of beer. After painting, he was already fighting with his eyelids.
At that time, he was painting with his eyes closed and his head hanging down.
"No... impossible...this is absolutely impossible!"
Chapter completed!