Author: Bachelor in White

In the oasis.

There is no wind at all.

A second ago, the sky was still full of wind and sand, but when Zheng Xiu's "finishing touch" fell, the wind and sand stopped, and the fine sand from high in the sky fell like a sand rain.

For a moment, Zheng Xiu had the illusion that his ears were poked open by something.

The sound of sand rubbing against each other in mid-air, the breathing of the Xieluo River, and the friction of two camels in the sandpit filled my ears.

The world in front of him is brighter, just like in the past, Zheng Xiu seemed to be watching the world through a veil. Now, as Zheng Xiu opens the seventh door of the [Painter] door, this "gauze"

The tulle was torn open, and the colors before his eyes became more vivid.

Zheng Xiu looked surprised, stretched out his hand in the rain of sand, and caught the fine sand from the sky.

A handful of fine sand piled up into a small hill in Zheng Xiu's palm.

"congratulations."

A sigh broke the silence at the moment, and Xie Luohe smiled slightly. She seemed to know what happened to Zheng Xiu.

"When the thaumatologist goes deeper into the door and opens the seventh door, the thaumatologist's five senses will undergo earth-shaking changes. Only the thaumatologist who opens the seventh door can get closer to the 'stranger'

'."

Zheng Xiu's eyes flashed. Xie Luohe had the memory of herself and "Feng Bei", and she could be said to "know Zheng Xiu thoroughly." At this moment, Xie Luohe revealed it at a glance. Zheng Xiu didn't intend to hide anything, so he shook his head gently, calmly.

road:

"But I am a 'foreigner'."

Xie Luohe did not comment on this, but asked: "Do you have a 'birthmark' unique to other people on your body?"

Zheng Xiu put his head close to Xie Luohe and breathed hot breath on Xie Luohe's face.

Xie Luohe was startled for a moment, then closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling wetly, hiding deep expectations.

"You touch it."

Zheng Xiu wondered why Xie Luohe suddenly closed his eyes and remained motionless while chatting happily, so he anxiously grabbed Xie Luohe's hand and touched the knot on his forehead.

Xie Luohe knew that he had misunderstood. He felt ashamed and annoyed, but his face was as calm as water. He dug hard at Zheng Xiu's forehead, leaving a bright red mark.

Zheng Xiu grimaced in pain.

This fierce woman's hands are so strong.

Xie Luohe picked at it a few times and said softly: "This is it?"

"My alien birthmark."

"Nonsense." Xie Luohe let go and said with a smile: "How can there be a birthmark from a foreigner? It's just a bone bump. What kind of birthmark is it?"

"What about yours?" Zheng Xiu asked, wondering whether you believed it or not.

Xie Luohe pointed to his right eye and blinked hard.

At this time, the "stranger birthmark" in Xie Luohe's right eye faded away and could not be seen clearly.

Zheng Xiu shook his head: "I'm asking about 'your' birthmark."

Xie Luohe was suddenly startled, his eyes widened, and his cheeks instantly became bloodshot and red, like a girl's bellyband, brightly red.

For the first time, Zheng Xiu saw the shyness of a girl on Xie Luohe's face. He was so frightened that he took two steps back, fearing that Xie Luohe would repeat his old tricks and do something strange.

"Bah, I won't tell you."

It seemed that Xie Luohe's birthmark was in a strange position, so Zheng Xiu wisely didn't ask any more questions.

Maybe it grows on the buttocks...

Who knows.

Xie Luohe looked away and abruptly changed the subject: "Perhaps the reason why you haven't become a real 'foreigner' yet is because you are missing something at this time."

Zheng Xiu sneered: "What's missing? I still have to meet the noble man who put three moles on the soles of my feet?" He replied half-jokingly and half-seriously, but with a smile, Zheng Xiu couldn't laugh anymore.

Because Xie Luohe's words reminded him of Feng Bei's true transformation into a "foreigner", the smile on his face faded and he fell into deep thought.

Back in Baili Village, Feng Bei shed a layer of human skin and became a real "stranger".

He also has to shed his skin?

Zheng Xiu touched the knot on his head and felt a little confused.

This is difficult.

Xie Luohe carefully held Zheng Xiu's face, and her cautious movements seemed to be touching a treasure that could break at the touch of a touch. She whispered in a voice that only two people could hear: "If it is possible, I hope you will always be there."

Don’t be a ‘foreigner’.”

"Let nature take its course."

Whether he is a stranger or not, and when he can become a true stranger like Feng Bei and the others, Zheng Xiu has no say in this. After he entered the prison, the world changed drastically, and there were all kinds of bizarre things around him.

His Zheng family's thaumaturges were developing in piles. As the pilot of the "Zheng family" ship, Zheng Xiu had already been unable to help himself.

Zheng Xiu had actually discovered long ago that his "stranger" was very different from the strangers he had seen.

It's just that now that I'm discussing it with Xie Luohe, I can't come to a conclusion or resolve my doubts in the end.

Zheng Xiu could only go deeper along the doorway, maybe he could find the answer.

The answer to everything.

Xie Luohe solemnly put away the painting.

Looking at the woman in the painting, Xie Luohe couldn't conceal his joy, and then a touch of sadness quietly flashed across her face.

Before the birdcage was dispersed, Zheng Xiu entered the sand pit and fought "Xiao He" and "Xiao Mo" out. Zheng Xiu was surprised to find that after the sudden stop of the sandstorm, the two camels had more eyes.

Order something.

The temperature is getting cooler, and the cool moonlight spreads across the sand dunes. Only at night, the desert finally reveals a different color to the world, an icy blue that once seen once, will never be forgotten.

After simply eating some dry food and boiling a pot of boiling hot water, Xie Luohe and Zheng Xiu leaned against the two camels and slept harmoniously together wrapped in warm cloaks.

Huh...huh...huh...

Xie Luohe's nose twitched and he snored slightly.

Zheng Xiu noticed that Xie Luohe seemed to have really fallen asleep. Remembering Xie Luohe's words about "never falling asleep", he couldn't help but smile and said softly: "Liar."

The process of opening the seventh door of [Painter] came earlier and more easily than Zheng Xiu imagined.

But looking back on the journey he took as a "painter", when he finally opened a new door, what he brought to Zheng Xiu was not ecstasy, nor an accident, nor a shock, but a natural and natural thing.

.

"Are you pretending?"

Zheng Xiu discovered that the real way to penetrate a door is not to talk about it, nor to mechanically implement a seemingly specious rule. In this way, you can indeed step into the door, but you can't go deeper.

The deepening of the [Painter] path made Zheng Xiu understand that when he truly lived in the world as a "Painter", until that moment, he forgot about the "Prisoner" and everything else.

Xie Luohe grunted and changed into a more comfortable position in Zheng Xiu's arms.

Zheng Xiu smiled and felt calm in his heart. Xie Luohe's sleeping face made it difficult for Zheng Xiu to associate the usually invincible shrew with her at this moment. He gently patted the "Luohe Pen" beside him with one hand, and Zheng Xiu felt calm in his heart.

There were indescribable ripples in circles, and Zheng Xiu gradually fell asleep.

The next day, the score was three strokes higher.

Xie Luohe originally wanted to take a bath and set off, but when she saw the light red color in the pool and the blood color had not faded, she reluctantly gave up the idea.

On the way, Xie Luohe scolded Zheng Xiu for polluting the oasis, and it was okay not to follow this broken path.

She seemed to really not want to watch Zheng Xiu go deep into the door.

Zheng Xiu smiled and dismissed Xie Luohe's casual thoughts.

Although Zheng Xiu stopped the storm with a painting, when he looked back and thought about it carefully, Zheng Xiu could not remember how he achieved that "finishing touch" at that time. It seemed that it was just a flash of inspiration and extraordinary performance.

Zheng Xiu vaguely understood that it was probably at that time that he "briefly" replaced the scenery in front of him with the scenery in the painting, and used the theory of ghosts to explain it. At the moment he finished the painting, a small ghost ghost was generated in the oasis, causing a sandstorm.

Stopped.

Next, the two rode camels and walked along the "Green River" opened by their predecessors. The wind was sunny and the weather was beautiful, and they did not encounter the bad weather that night again.

In August, the terrible scorching sun is scorching the desert, and the high temperature visible to the naked eye is distorting everything in front of us.

At the end of the sand dunes in the distance, a yellow rock wall loomed.

At first, Zheng Xiu subconsciously thought of the sudden change in scenery as a mirage, but Xie Luohe said with certainty: "We will reach Sun Chan Valley after half a day's walking."

She has walked this road before.

Sure enough, Xie Luohe didn't trick him this time.

As sunset approached, Zheng Xiu's ears twitched slightly, and the sound of someone shouting faintly came from ahead, mixed with the roar of the wind and sand.

Although Zheng Xiu opened the seventh door of the [Painter] door and his five senses were strengthened, it was still incomparable to Xie Luohe. It was far behind.
To be continued...