Zhuge Wen's pain lasted for a few minutes. He gasped, stood up straight, went to the kitchen to pour water and drink. When he returned to the studio, he picked up the fallen easel as if nothing had happened, replaced it with a new painting board, threw the original painting board into the garbage bag, and wiped the paint on the ground... All of this was done in an orderly and skillful manner.

After more than half an hour, he began to re-paint, simple landscape paintings without characters. His style was like the paintings I had seen, quiet and beautiful.

The dream scene changed again.

Zhuge Wen was lying in the hospital instrument and had just finished the examination.

Dreams quickly switch and jump, with the familiar style of the past dreams.

In the montage effect, I received a lot of messages:

Young painter, talent, praise, brain tumor, treatment...

Zhuge Wen said to the agent who was in charge of exhibitions, auctions and caring for his daily life: "I can't remember."

The agent was surprised and said, "Did you lose your memory?"

"I can't remember her name or her face." Zhuge Wen said in confusion.

"Who?" The agent was also puzzled.

"I don't know... I don't know who it is, but I'm a very important person. I can't remember it anymore... I can't remember it..." Zhuge Wen's breathing worsened and he knocked his head a few times.

The agent quickly stopped him and patiently advised: "Maybe I forgot for a moment. Otherwise, look at the address book and album, and she should have her name or photos, right?"

The two of them started to search, but Zhuge Wen denied everyone.

"no."

"That's not it."

"Not her."

"wrong."

...

When the agent was about to lose patience, Zhuge Wen saw the bird flying through the window.

"Bird...Bird...Sparrow...Eagle...Dog..." Zhuge Wen began to talk to himself.

The agent stared at Zhuge Wen with some creepyness.

Zhuge Wen’s current mental state is indeed very strange. He looks like a madman.

Could it be that because of this, his paintings have their own spirit, or the kind of monster-like spirit? I thought to myself.

"Ah Wen...what are you talking about?" the agent asked nervously.

Zhuge Wen suddenly turned his head, and his agent was so scared that he leaned back.

"It's a bird, it's the name of a bird." Zhuge Wen said.

"Is the thing you forgot about birds?" asked the agent.

"No, it's a human, a girl, but the name is the same as a bird, what kind of bird is it..." Zhuge Wen became distressed again.

"Can it be the person you had crushed in the past?" The agent proposed an assumption, "You said there was no photo or address book, so it might be the person you crushed in. Somewhere, you saw it, heard someone calling her name, or her self-introduction, and you wrote it down... It's nothing to forget this, right?"

The agent's ending sound was swallowed back under Zhuge Wen's glare.

"This is very important, very important, and you must not forget it." Zhuge Wen said staring at the agent.

The agent can only nod.

I looked at the calendar on the wall.

At this time, Zhuge Wen was diagnosed with a brain tumor. Maybe it was because of the brain tumor that made him forget that name.

The dream timeline jumps a little.

The next scene was after Zhuge Wen received treatment for a period of time.

He no longer tried to remember the name and did not show madness.

This can be said to be the credit of the agent and the doctor.

At the suggestion of his agent, Zhuge Wen drew the girl's back, but he couldn't see her face, but there was a back, which calmed Zhuge Wen's emotions.

The series of paintings were named "My Lovers" by the agent, and were numbered, exhibited and auctioned.

Zhuge Wen is also a little famous, but his famous work is not "My Lovers", but his works painted in his youth, which are a series of abstract paintings.

I don’t understand the meaning of his paintings, I only saw a lot of colors, which reminded me of "game". I don’t know if it’s because of this, I don’t like Zhuge Wen’s works. It may also be because I have seen those monsters, so I can’t like his works.

Rego bought many paintings of "My Lover" and hung them in the hotel.

Zhuge Wen has seen it, but he has only seen it.

Next, Zhuge Wen's life seems to have nothing to do with the hotel.

I didn't feel his strong obsession. He quickly reincarnated after his death and did not become a ghost.

Perhaps it was just because of the porcelain bowls and formations in the hotel that gave birth to the paintings and gave birth to their own will.

Zhuge Wen is really innocent.

I was unable to attack Zhuge Wennan. At this moment, I was in a dilemma.

A flash of inspiration flashed in my mind and I thought of a way that could be said to be the best of both worlds.

Just go back a little more time and see who Zhuge Wen’s lover is and find a way to tell Zhuge Wen. Isn’t that enough? If Zhuge Wen has not forgotten, there will be no "My Lover" and no monsters.

But can my dreams be controlled by me as I wish?

Dreams are often out of my control, and the montage of jumping time is not out of my will.

As soon as I hesitated, I realized that the dream had changed.

Zhuge Wen became younger, and the canvas in front of him was an abstract combination of color blocks.

The agent waited for him to finish his pen and said, "Awen, it's not okay for you to always draw such works. There are too many works of the same type, and it's not easy to sell at high prices. Moreover, your paintings are too similar. Even if they are designated as a series, it's difficult to operate. I think the recent trend is Talmond's style. You can try to get closer to that style. Even if you don't go to that style, the content will change."

Zhuge Wen listened silently, staring at his work. After a while, he nodded with a complicated expression, "Okay."

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I was shocked.

The sudden scream of the woman made me look around involuntarily.

No, there are no people around, and no ghosts.

Where did the screams come from?

But when I think about it, it seemed that a trace of yin energy was hovering beside Zhuge Wen.

Is it the ghost who pesters him?

I looked at Zhuge Wen and found that Zhuge Wen's dress had changed.

He put on his winter clothes and bent down to pack up his things.

I realized I was looking at a mirror.

Zhuge Wen packed all the painting tools, carried them out of the hotel room, and put the things in the trunk of the car.

He drove up a hill at night, stopped the car, and then carried things to the top of the mountain. Every breath, white mist came out of his mouth.

He set up an easel on the top of the mountain, drank the hot tea he brought, and waited for the first ray of sunshine in the morning light.

Zhuge Wen was sketching. He drove at night and stayed up late, but when he painted, he was energetic and quickly completed a sunrise picture. Under the golden sunlight, there were neat terraces. This is not an abstract painting, but his style is different from "My Lovers".

Zhuge Wen was very satisfied with the painting and packed up his things and went down the mountain.

He yawned and drove down the mountain.

I don't know where this is, but it looks like a mountainous country that has been developed for a certain amount of time, with only a mountain road that can be barely accessible to a car. This kind of place is not uncommon.

Zhuge Wen's car was very fast. Judging from his sleepy appearance, he seemed to want to rush back to the hotel to rest as soon as possible.

Did you meet his lover here?

Just as I was thinking about it, the vehicle turned around and I saw a girl walking in front of me.

Bang!

The girl was knocked down by a car driving at high speed, her face pressed against the window glass, her body flipped in the air, fell to the ground, and was run over by the wheels.

The car was bumpy and the brakes were harsh.
Chapter completed!