In front of you are countless paintings!

The tower on this floor is smaller in radius than the tower on the first floor, but it is still very spacious. However, such a spacious place has almost no decoration, not even a single furnishing. However, it is not empty here, but it seems very crowded. Because

Countless scrolls hang from the roof!

Hundreds of scrolls, snow-white scrolls, hung like this in front of my eyes. Some windows were not closed properly, and the wind that blew the bells under the lintel also came in, making the paintings in front of me flutter like countless white flags.

Drifting in the wind.

The people in the painting seem to have gained life because of this. They are happy, angry, sad, and happy, and they are all so lifelike in front of them in an instant.

For a moment, I was confused.

And when I stretched out my hand, grabbed the scroll of the painting closest to me, and saw the people in the painting clearly, I felt like I was about to stop breathing.

The painting is of an eleven or two-year-old girl with a fair face, big black and white eyes, and a small pink mouth. She is not only beautiful, but also looks particularly smart. She is wearing an emerald green skirt and looks particularly slim.

; She has a double peach bun on her head, with pink ribbons hanging on both sides, making her look so pink and beautiful.

A gust of wind blew by, and a painting next to it shook.

I turned my head and saw a girl wearing a goose-yellow skirt, kneeling in front of the guqin, strumming the strings seriously. This time, she wore a hanging bun, but there were no other decorations.

. She lowered her face, and almost no expression could be seen on that quiet face. Only the dark, long eyelashes seemed to cast a haze on that face.

I looked at another painting, a girl holding a pair of fans, dancing gracefully...

A girl, sitting in the pavilion, practicing knitting seriously...

A girl is sitting in front of the window, biting her pen and writing poems...

……

I walked forward, stretched out my trembling hands, fiddled with the paintings in front of me, and looked around. Every painting was a portrait, with thousands of postures and thousands of expressions.

But it's the same person in the painting.

The same girl, in her bright, bright, dark, or gloomy years, every move, every frown, and every smile has been recorded on the drawing paper.

At this moment, I had forgotten whether I felt surprised or scared, and I seemed to have lost those perceptions. I only looked at these paintings quietly, and walked slowly among these scrolls until I reached the other end of the tower.

, go up the stairs.

The third floor of the tower is also covered with paintings like the second floor.

This girl has grown up a bit.

She was sent to the Beauty Building, where there were other girls of the same size and beauty as her, but when they were together, they didn't play or quarrel or fight, and they didn't even slap Liu Ying with a little fan.

Joy.

They entered Hongyan Building in order to get out alive.

Only one can get out alive.

In fact, the name of Hongyan Building is not complete. In fact, it should be - Hongyan Withered Building.

The girl in the painting was the only one who walked out alive. Although she walked out alive, her youth had already withered in the Beauty Building.

I looked at the scrolls crazily, until my eyes felt hot and sore, and then I continued walking up the stairs.

The fourth floor of the tower.

This is the highest floor of the Sisters Tower.

When I walked up the last step, I saw that there were still countless paintings hanging in the tower on this floor. The only difference from the two floors below was that there were more oil lamps here, arrayed around the tower, and the lights were shining brightly as I walked.

When you enter, you feel like you are in the middle of the galaxy. In the center of the tower, you can faintly see a table with what seems to be a painting on it.

I pushed aside the scrolls that were swaying in the wind and walked slowly over.

It is a writing desk, but there is no chair next to it. It seems that the person using it does not need to sit on the chair. On the table, there is an unfinished painting.

In the painting, there is a woman.

She has a tall figure and is a little thin. Her long hair looks like soft black silk satin hanging down behind her head, and her soft lines seem to extend to her body. She is wearing a plain white Ajian dress, and her whole body is made white and white.

Elegant.

She raised her chin slightly, as if she was talking to someone, but she was the only one alone in the painting.

This painting is not complicated, and the brushwork is very simple, but the people in the painting are so lifelike, as if they are living in front of people.

When I saw this painting, I was so surprised that I was speechless.

This is clearly what I looked like wearing silk clothes after taking a shower today!

How could——

I stared blankly at the painting. Just at this moment, another gust of wind blew by, and several paintings around me began to sway and move. I hurriedly raised my head to look.

The painting on the left shows me still wearing a wind cloak, with a look of fatigue after a long journey and anxiety about seeing my daughter, with one hand raised to the side.

There was nothing wrong with this painting originally, but the movement of this hand made me look a little awkward.

But immediately, I understood something was wrong.

That was what I looked like when I just got off the carriage. My hand was not raised, but was held by Pei Yuanxiu. But there was no painting of Pei Yuanxiu at all in this painting, not even his hand, so it was all alone.

It makes me look so awkward when I raise my hand like this.

I looked to the side again.

The painting over there still depicts me, also after taking a bath, with my long hair hanging moistly behind my head. Dressed in silk clothes, I look very relaxed. The sleeves and skirt corners are blown up by the wind.

Lifting up a strand of hair on my cheek. I gently stroked the strand of hair with one hand, lifted up the corner of my skirt with the other hand, and walked down the steps carefully.

And this is exactly when I walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower today!

The paintings here are all from what just happened to me today!

As soon as I realized this, I suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

It is not a secret that I returned to Xichuan. Anyone accompanying me may see me and see any scene painted in those scrolls. But really, seeing myself portrayed in such detail makes me

A chill rose from the bottom of my heart.

I am being watched!

And the person who was spying on me actually drew everything that happened today. I walked back to the table and saw the portrait of my profile, and I understood that it was me after taking a bath.

When I was talking to Pei Yuanxiu, he was still not in the painting, only me!

This was less than an hour ago!

I subconsciously reached out to touch it, and my fingertips immediately felt that some of the ink on the painting was wet. When I looked back, I saw that my fingertips had been stained black.

The person who painted these paintings has just put down his pen!

And at this moment, a hand reached out and touched my palm.

"Ah——!"

I was so frightened that I let out a low cry and hurriedly tried to break away from the hand and step back, but that hand grabbed my hand tightly. Not only did I fail to step back, I stumbled and was pulled back.

A gust of wind poured in from the windows around the tower, causing the paintings inside to fly messily. I was held by that hand, and it seemed that I passed through countless flying scrolls in an instant, and also passed through the paintings depicted on the scrolls.

Over the years, I have laughed, cried, been hurt, and had hurt memories.

And when I looked up, I saw a figure suddenly appeared in my sight behind the scrolls.

At this moment, my heartbeat almost stopped.

Because I know who I saw.

The man who appeared in front of me like a ghost was very young. Although I knew he was already in his late thirties, his face was so pale and almost transparent that he still had the handsomeness and roundness of a young man. He and his mother were very close.

Like, there is even a bit of his mother's beauty in his handsomeness. His eyebrows are beautiful, but also a bit sharp. There is a faint blood-red mark between his eyebrows. When his face is expressionless, he looks like a jade sculpture.

Guanyin.

But I know that those small marks were the injuries caused by his mother’s force.

It has not faded over the years.

I looked at him and couldn't feel whether my heartbeat was frantic or stopped at all. I could only hear that my breathing was chaotic. I forgot to retract my outstretched hand and was gently held by him.

.

He touched my cold palm, and the same slightly cool fingers slid over my hand and moved to the fingertips. With a gentle rub, he wiped away the ink stain I had just stained.

Then, he raised his eyes and looked at me, with a smile on his face.

"Sister."
Chapter completed!