Chapter 430 The Man Who Disappeared From the Torn Painting
Chapter 430 The torn painting, the disappeared person
An Ning took off her high heels because her ankles were swollen. She was about to put her shoes on when Shen Yuzhi picked her up.
She whispered: "Shen Yutang, put me down, I don't have any shoes on."
Shen Yuzhi was in an expectant mood, with a smile in his eyes that were always full of anger: "I won't wear them anymore. Cinderella can't run away if she leaves the glass slipper. Let's go home."
Shen Yuzhi likes An Ning not to wear shoes.
In this way, he could see that she didn't want to dirty her feet or socks, but she obeyed and let him hold her.
An Ning fell silent because she heard Shen Yuzhi talk about going home again.
You will see that painting when you go back.
Shen Yuzhi hugged An Ning and left, leaving only the exquisite high heels in the lounge.
The reason why Cinderella's glass slipper was left behind was because it did not belong to her.
The banquet was actually not over yet. Shen Yuzhi just said a few words in cooperation with Song Jing and then left directly.
He just wanted to take her back to the Royal Garden to get the gift he had been waiting for for a long time.
On the way back, it started to rain at some point. The rain hit the car window, making a ticking sound, and An Ning's heartbeat became faster and faster.
The imperial garden was very quiet at this time.
Most people are still at the banquet.
Uncle Zhang is older and goes to bed early when he has nothing to do.
The only people who came back were the driver and the bodyguard Xia Yu who refused to leave until he was beaten to death.
Shen Yuzhi hugged An Ning and ran straight to the studio. He suddenly stopped, looked back at Xia Yu and said coldly: "Don't follow us."
Xia Yu faced this terrifying look and did not move.
An Ning said softly: "Xia Yu, you go and rest. There is nothing to do today. I will rest after talking to Shen Yutang."
Xia Yu hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
On the eldest son's birthday, the young lady wants to give him a gift. The two of them have to be alone together. It is really inappropriate for her to be a light bulb here.
Everything was fine during this period, which made Xia Yu feel that nothing would happen.
After Xia Yu retreated, Shen Yuzhi carried An Ning to the studio.
He put her on the chair in the studio and saw a painting covered with red cloth on the drawing board. He asked expectantly and nervously: "Is it this one?"
An Ning opened her mouth, wanting to stop Shen Yuzhi from looking at the painting, but at this point, there was no way to stop her.
She nodded hard.
Shen Yuzhi unveiled the red cloth with great anticipation. He was a little nervous. It was the first time in his life that he received a birthday gift, even though it was his brother's birthday.
The red cloth was uncovered and he saw the painting. The man in the painting was wearing a basketball uniform, with beads of sweat on his body and his hair was slightly messy. Shen Yuzhi held his breath slightly. This was how he looked on the court before.
The person in the painting is holding a basketball in his hand and looking forward calmly and gently.
Calm and gentle...
All Shen Yuzhi's emotions froze.
The blood all over his body also coagulated.
This is not him, this is my brother.
The painting he had been looking forward to for a long time was not of him.
The violence that had been suppressed during this period finally broke out.
Like devil's vines, they spread everywhere, wrapping around Shen Yuzhi, suffocating him and driving him crazy.
He knew that An Ning had returned to normal, and he knew that An Ning knew who he was.
He also knew that An Ning deliberately called his brother's name and did things with him that his brother liked.
He restrained his anger and gave up everything that belonged to Shen Yuzhi, preferring to be his brother's substitute. But An Ning's eyes never fell on him. She only had her brother in her eyes and heart.
No matter how he compromises, no matter how he changes, she wants him to disappear and let her brother come back.
The painting he was looking forward to was also about his brother.
Why is it so painful?
He lived full of darkness and malice. He didn't know what to do, so he could only instinctively grasp the only light in front of him.
Shen Yuzhi raised his hand and tore off the dazzling painting, walking towards peace step by step.
He knelt down in front of An Ning, pressing his face against her legs, his posture was intimate, but his voice was cold and he said: "An Ning, don't waste your efforts, brother... that is Shen Yutang, will never come back. ”
An Ning's pupils trembled.
"You...what are you talking about?"
Shen Yuzhi laughed, with a dangerous and cruel smile, and said solemnly: "Haha, Aning, do you know what disappearing means? It is to completely erase from this body, leaving no trace, just like this picture Just like a painting, if it is torn into pieces, it can never be restored to its original state. From now on, there will be no Shen Yutang, only me! Only me!"
These words hit An Ning's pain point directly. An Ning was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, with all the thorns standing on end.
It made her forget about disguise and Shen Yuzhi's danger.
She suddenly pushed Shen Yuzhi away and shouted loudly: "You are talking nonsense! Shen Yutang will come back, he will definitely come back!"
Shen Yuzhi just looked at An Ning with a crazy smile.
An Ning opened her eyes wide, her eyes were red but she couldn't hold back tears.
She gritted her teeth and said word by word: "You are lying to me. As long as I am still alive, he will not disappear. The reason why he doesn't come back must be that I haven't done a good enough job. You can't even try to lie to me!"
Shen Yuzhi suddenly grabbed An Ning's face and kissed her hard.
An Ning struggled and she bit him.
Shen Yuzhi licked the blood stained at the corner of his mouth, let go of An Ning, and said evilly: "Did you see it? It was me kissing you, and what you tasted in your mouth was my blood. No matter what I did, Shen Yuzhi Tang Du will not appear, no matter what happens, Shen Yutang will not be there anymore."
An Ning wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth vigorously, and finally shouted heartbreakingly, "Ah, get out, get out of here! Liar, you must be lying to me!"
An Ning almost lost her mind when Shen Yuzhi said something that was absolutely unacceptable to An Ning.
She grabbed the paperweight on the table and threw it at Shen Yuzhi.
Shen Yuzhi did not dodge. The heavy paperweight hit Shen Yuzhi's forehead, and blood flowed down the corners of his eyes, like a waking demon.
The awakened demon will harm everyone, including yourself.
At this moment, he thought, that's it, drag Aning with him to hell.
At this moment, a calm voice sounded from the bottom of Shen Yuzhi's heart: "Don't hurt her."
The devil seemed to have been caught in the heart, leaving him half conscious.
Shen Yuzhi glanced at the pale and angry An Ning. He suddenly withdrew his hand that was reaching out to An Ning, turned around and ran out of the studio.
He stumbled to the room upstairs and handcuffed himself immediately, looking for medicine to inject, but before he could, blood dripped from his forehead. The injury made his eyes full of darkness and he completely lost control.
An Ning was alone in the studio, as if she had forgotten her painful ankle. She walked over step by step, picked up the torn paintings on the ground, and tried hard to piece them together.
But no matter what, I can't put it together.
The person in the painting seems to be still looking at her with that all-embracing gentle look.
An Ning, who had been holding back his sorrow, finally couldn't hold it any longer and cried loudly while holding these torn paintings: "Shen Yutang, Shen Yutang..."
