After Jiang Shan finished speaking, he wiped his tears. He was moved by his words. Although there was a little sadness mixed in this touch. Jiang Bin in front of him still looked at him with a smile. He could not see any sincerity in his eyes, even though he had just said such moving words.

"Bin'er."

"Dad, I will draw it well." Jiang Bin said as if coaxing a child. His tone was careless, so careless that Jiang Shan felt that he was offended. But Fang Xiang said something else, but Jiang Bin smiled at him again, "Let's go, Ming Jingzhai is ahead. Dad, you are tired, go there and have a good rest. Leave the future things until you think about them later."

***

When the moon rose to the top of the mountain, Jiang Bin woke up. When he opened his eyes, he quickly stood up, put on his clothes and walked out the door. He didn't even look at Jiang Shan lying beside him and snoring and snoring.

The yard is surrounded by water, and the black water is like ink, just like his current mood.

Jiang Bin walked to the railing, slapped his entire upper body on the fence, looked down, staring at the huge black shadow attached to the bottom of the water: it was like a huge turtle, with a thin front end of the head, a flat and smooth plastic armor, made of seven calluses, and a thick and short tail base. But it was said to be a turtle, but it was not completely similar, because two slender whiskers stretched out on both sides of its head, just like its body, quietly attached to the bottom of the pool, without moving.

Jiang Bin knew that the guy who was shocked Jiang Shan tossing in the water just now was not it. It was hibernating now. Not to mention Jiang Shan, even if thousands of cannons are rushing together, it cannot be awakened.

The guy was a carp, a carp bigger than his size. He saw its blue-gray back, and the scales on it reflected the cold light of the moon. But he also knew that it would not hurt itself, not that it did not want to, but that it could not.

Water and water are two worlds. He can't get down, nor can they get up. This is what he understands when he steps into this house and sees the reflection of the house immersed in the water.

Jiang Bin saw a person in the reflection. The man was standing behind a door, with the slightest waves. He couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he knew that he belonged to the world below. Because, behind the real door, there was no such person.

Jiangbin looked at the calm water surface and the reflection below the water surface, and asked softly, "Who are you? Where is this place?"

As if he heard his words, under the water, Ming Jingzhai's door slowly opened, and a person walked out of it. He was thin, but his eyes were so bright that he could see through everything.

It was the man he had just seen. Now, the man walked out of Ming Jingzhai's reflection. He raised his head and looked at Jiang Bin above. His tight lips and locked eyebrows made Jiang Bin's heart tremble slightly.

"Are you the owner of this house?" After a long time, Jiang Bin finally stammered and asked this sentence.

"Who are you?" the man did not answer, but asked back.

"Jiangbin."

"You're not."

Jiang Bin felt that his head was hit by a hammer. He was about to make a statement, but the man continued, "Why do you have to go to Mingjingzhai?"

"I want to paint, I want to paint." These words flew out of his mouth without thinking.

"What to draw?"

"She, I want her to live."

Jiang Bin never said this to Jiang Shan, but in front of this man, he said that he knew that he could not hide it from him, and that eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything.

"Is it necessary?" It took him a long time to hear the man's question after he seemed to have turned into ice after he heard the man's question.

"It must be." Jiang Bin answered firmly, as if this idea had been rooted in his mind from the moment he drew her first portrait.

"Don't regret it?"

"No regrets."

"You have everything you need in Mingjingzhai, go." After saying this, the man turned around and walked back into the courtyard gate behind him. The courtyard gate closed behind him, and the water waves swayed. Jiang Bin felt that everything he had just had was like a dream, an illusory dream. He looked at the water surface for a while, and turned around and pushed open Mingjingzhai's gate like that man, and stepped in without hesitation.

In the room, Jiang Shan was still sleeping soundly with her clothes. Jiang Bin glanced at him, walked gently to the square corner bookcase of the yellow rosewood embedded in ebony door by the window, and reached out to open the dust-filled cabinet door. That's right, just like he thought, except for a thick stack of waxed and gold-spreaded paper, there were all kinds of pigments inside, which were packed in a small porcelain box. Although cracks had already dried, Jiang Bin knew that if he mixed it with water, they would come back to life on the paper on the tip of his pen, just like her.

Jiang Bin did not wander anymore, and carried all the paint on the table, grabbed the brush, and buried his head in it.

All the lines and colors were as clear and true as they were engraved in his mind. He wrote the wind and thunder, and the rabbits were walking and falcons falling. Soon, a portrait was presented on the drawing paper.

The old woman looked at him, and when her eyes met, he knew everything. He could feel her despair, pain and hatred, and the hatred continued to his own heart, burning, unable to extinguish, and unable to extinguish. He and her heart were connected, from the moment she first appeared under his pen tip.

"Nail..." she said, "Nail..."

She died, for them, but they still did not let her go, and wanted to nail her to the coffin to suppress the snake monster.

She even has to be used after her death, unable to be buried in the soil or rest in peace...

Jiang Bin clenched his fists and with a "crack", the pen between his fingers broke. His palms were covered with not paint, but blood, which was as hot as magma.

"Bin'er..." Jiang Shan woke up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and sat up and looked at his son.

Jiang Bin was bathed in the moonlight from head to toe. The cold light wrapped him like a robe. He and the outside world seemed to be separated by a layer of film, a layer of film that was obviously very thin but could not penetrate.

"Bin'er, what are you doing?" Jiang Shan walked towards his son. Although he was in the room, the air conditioner that was rushing to his face still made him sneeze several times. However, when he saw the painting Jiang Bin laying on the table, Jiang Shan suddenly stopped and was held back.

"Bin'er, why are you painting her? Why are you still painting her?" He looked at Jiang Bin in disbelief, his eyes full of confusion.

"I came here just to draw her." Jiang Bin opened his lips slightly and said this in the voice of a weak mosquito and flies, "For her..."
Chapter completed!