The night is getting deeper.

Even the cat who is most greedy for playing has returned to sleep.

There are only a few street lights on the street that are lit up.

No matter how prosperous the city is, there are times when you fall asleep.

The place where Yue Lin held the art exhibition is an old property for rent.

Although the decoration is outdated, it has a mark of the times.

Many newlyweds even use this place as a place for wedding photos.

A figure stood against the wall and moved forward quickly.

When I arrived at the door, there was only an old-fashioned spring lock.

The black shadow bent down, took something out of his arms and inserted it into the keyhole, fiddling for a while.

"Meow!" The black cat on the wall screamed in a shrill voice.

The black shadow's body stiffened.

"Get out!" He picked up a stone and threw it at the cat.

"Ao!" The cat jumped out.

The door opened, too.

The black shadow murmured: "Yue Lin, don't blame me!"

...

Yue Lin got up very early.

Today is the last day of the art exhibition.

After the end, you can deliver the paintings with the customer.

If you make a sum of money, your life will be much better.

Yue Lin has already planned to go to the south to collect folk songs.

If you always sit at home, you can't have good inspiration.

By the way, you can also treat your own traumatic body and mind.

Stay away from right and wrong, stay away from the garbage Li Tian.

When Yue Lin drove the car and arrived three hundred meters away from the exhibition hall, she was blocked by a roadblock.

The police directed traffic on the spot, but they just couldn't continue to move forward.

Further apart, a fire truck is spraying water columns.

The onlookers, holding their mobile phones, recorded the whole process.

But...why is the place where the fire is so familiar?

After running forward in a hurry, Yue Lin was stunned.

Isn’t it the venue where she holds an art exhibition?

"No...no!" It seemed like a bolt from the blue.

Yue Lin rushed towards the fire like crazy.

The firefighters on duty were held tightly.

"Let me go in, my painting, let me go in!" Yue Lin struggled desperately, tears pouring down.

Her eyes turned dark and she fell to the ground.

Fire burns.

...

Yue Lin woke up from the hospital, and Wang Hui was sitting by the bed.

"Brother-in-law!" Yue Lin sat up suddenly, lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed.

But Wang Hui stopped her.

"The doctor will let you rest!"

"How is my painting...?" Yue Lin held Wang Hui's hand and tears rolled down.

Wang Hui shook his head: "It's gone!"

"What?" Yue Lin's mind was blank.

All are gone!

That was when she officially became an independent painter

Since then, all the hard work.

Perhaps, in the eyes of others, she is just a young practitioner.

However, in Yue Lin's own opinion, every painting is a part of her life.

This time, it was burned.

Yue Lin shook her head and screamed as if she was crazy.

"Calm down, Xiaolin, calm down!" Wang Hui stood up and pressed her tightly.

"You must not collapse! Otherwise, some people will be so happy!" Wang Hui growled.

Yue Lin opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Her head, bit by bit, seemed like Parkinson's attack.

"Yue Lin!" Wang Hui was frightened, patted Yue Lin's face, and shouted in her ear.

"Wake up!"

He suddenly remembered that a prisoner once said that this situation was a precursor to mental breakdown.

The so-called mental breakdown is mental illness.

He became wise in a hurry, and Wang Hui shouted: "Your paintings have been taken away by Li Tian. Go and ask him for them!"

"Hmm?" Finally, this sentence worked a little.

Yue Lin subconsciously raised her head and looked at Wang Hui.

The pupils gradually became focal.

"Brother-in-law!" She screamed, threw herself into Wang Hui's arms, and burst into tears.

Wang Hui hugged her with his back hand and broke out in a cold sweat.

This...even if it was saved.

Too dangerous!

If you take a wrong step, Yue Lin will be finished in the next half of her life!

Yue Lin cried in his arms.

"Brother-in-law, I have nothing left!" Yue Lin was so angry that she cried.

Wang Hui's shirt was wet.

He had no choice but to gently stroke the top of her head.

"It's okay, my brother-in-law is here, and they will all pass by!"

Outside the ward, Zhou Ya was so quiet that she watched all this.

The meaning in your eyes is complex and difficult to understand.

The ringtone of the cell phone broke the silence in the ward.

Yue Lin wiped her tears and answered the phone.

"Miss Yue Lin, I heard that your paintings have been burned to ashes. I would like to express my most cordial condolences to you?" Li Tian's damn voice came out.

Yue Lin suddenly grabbed the phone and said, "Li Tian, ​​you asked someone to burn my painting, right? You bastard!"

"What are you talking about? I don't understand at all!" Li Tian pretended to be confused, but his proud tone betrayed her.

Wang Hui's eyes slowly narrowed.

Sure enough...it's this garbage.

The murderous intent in my heart emerges.

This is the first time Wang Hui is so eager to kill someone.

...

Two days later, Yue Lin was discharged from the hospital.
To be continued...