Chapter 3794: Listen to the story, no seeds, bad reviews! (two)
The whole room became extremely silent.
Only a burning candle in one corner of the room occasionally crackled.
Luo Yu was surprised to find that Ye Chengfeng leaned against the window frame and twisted the leaves to sleep.
He slept like a child who lacked a sense of security.
Hold your knees with both hands.
I still squeezed the leaf tightly in my hand.
The night breeze blew in from outside the room, shaking his thin clothes and loose hair.
He looked very weak and lonely.
The falling rain moved his numb hands and feet.
Can't help but drop a stone not far from the house.
The person sleeping inside did not respond.
Is it really asleep?
Wouldn't it be easy to kill him if he killed him now?
But what if this pervert is pretending to sleep?
In the end, the idea of "getting a tiger out of a tiger's hole" prevailed.
The falling rain quietly jumped off the porch and walked into the room.
The candles in the house had burned to an end.
The night was dark and the room became dark.
But falling rain is Jinxian after all.
He could see a table and a chair in the room, even by just a little starlight outside the window.
He approached the wind carefully at night.
The wind outside the window suddenly became louder, and the leaves and vines made a rustling noise together.
Even a few leaves were blown in directly and fell on Ye Chengfeng.
Luo Yuhun was almost scared, and he ducked and hid aside.
However, the wind whistled for a while.
The night riding the wind by the window never showed signs of waking.
It was a long sigh of relief before the rain fell.
However, the moment of shock just made him take back the idea of directly killing Ye Chengfeng.
Now the most important thing is to rescue the big brother.
In case he didn't kill Ye Chengfeng, he shocked Ye Atian them instead.
Watching the night riding the wind, sleeping in the cold wind.
Luo Yu couldn't help but reach for him and wiped his neck, making a "click" shape silently in his mouth.
Then he bit his fangs and turned quietly into the inner room.
Not long after the falling rain left, Ye Chengfeng opened his eyes slowly.
Looking at the leaves falling on his body, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked.
For the first time in those two eyes that were somber and deep, a little bit of starlight lit up.
...
As soon as Luo Yu approached the back room, he realized that it was a study.
No, it is not so much a study as a studio.
Except for the door leading to the outer room, the whole room was completely closed, not even a window.
But in the middle of the room was a yellow pear table.
There was nothing on the table, there was only a huge illuminated spar, which made the whole room shine through.
Rao is anxious at this moment, looking for Yun Ruohan's whereabouts, but can't help but be attracted by the content in the painting.
Count from the wall on the left side of the door for the first painting.
Rotating counterclockwise, a total of sixteen pictures were hung in the room.
The sixteen paintings, in fact, tell a coherent story.
As a picture came into view, as I gradually understood the meaning in the picture.
A heart falling in the rain was unconsciously touched by the story in the painting.
By the end of the last painting, there was even an indescribable sadness and concern in my heart.
Who are the two protagonists in this painting?
Are they still alive today?
"My Highness, would you like to hear a story from you?"
He was squinting, and a familiar feminine voice came from his ear.
