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Chapter 16 Pan Yizhen

this moment……

The fear that had been sealed in Dai Ming's heart for many years was once again awakened.

The strong fear from his childhood struck him again, giving him a tremor that was engraved in his bones.

"You, you still dare to draw her?" Dai Ming walked to Ming Yu and asked in confusion: "Are you really not afraid of drawing her?"

Ming Yu's paintbrush dropped.

"I don't know either. Only on this matter, I don't know what I think."

She looked at the creepy female ghost in the painting and said, "I haven't told you my real name yet, have I?"

"Indeed...what is your name?"

Ming Yu raised his hand and grabbed the bangs in front of his forehead.

"My name is Pan Yizhen. My parents divorced when I was very young, and I have been living with my mother since then. My mother has not remarried yet, and I suffered a lot in raising me. But to be honest,

The only thing I'm good at is painting."

Dai Ming smiled bitterly: "Me too."

"But I don't have much escape. I can only draw, no matter what... She can't come out of the painting and hurt me, but the bills piled up in the mailbox will. Although I can only draw her, I can't draw well.

It’s a good fact. Today’s aesthetics are actually very diverse, so there are people who appreciate paintings like this.”

"That's also true...those who can participate in the exhibition are a group of promising painters from the new generation..."

"So I can still make some money. However, this painting is the only one that is on public display."

Dai Ming looked at Pan Yizhen and completely saw himself in her.

Because of his love for painting, he would feel fear many times when he picked up a paintbrush.

The feeling of painting as if being possessed by something is so terrifying. The shadow of childhood can sometimes affect a person's life.

Pan Yizhen then took the paintbrush and started coloring.

"Once you start painting, you can't stop. Can you understand me?"

"Yeah." Dai Ming nodded and said, "I can understand."

As the only two people who can understand each other, only the other can fully understand their own feelings.

"Why did we draw this woman?"

This is a doubt that has lingered in the minds of Dai Ming and Pan Yizhen for many years.

Pan Yizhen said while adjusting colors: "When I was a child, I was really scared. I was wondering if I had any mental illness, or if I was possessed by some evil spirit. But I just couldn't explain why I could draw...

Obviously I have never seen such a woman..."

"In fact, it is very difficult to draw the human body structure." Dai Ming never dared to look at Pan Yizhen's paintings, "But we can all draw them easily, as if an idea flashed in our brains and came out..."

Then, the room fell into a deathly silence.

"I... let me leave first. It's so late at night and it's not appropriate for me to stay in your room."

Pan Yizhen immediately looked at Dai Ming and almost dropped the paintbrush in her hand.

"Are you leaving?"

"Well, it's not too late after all. We have added WeChat anyway, and we will contact you tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll send you..."

"No, just finish the painting. I'm leaving."

Just when Dai Ming was about to open the door, Pan Yizhen said this.

"You...can you not leave?"

Dai Ming was stunned.

No...isn't it?

A girl lets a man stay in a hotel room? This... can't have a second meaning, right? The most important thing is that this is a single room with only one bed!

"Um, Miss Pan, we just met today... isn't this bad?"

Pan Yizhen looked at Dai Ming, but her eyes began to sparkle with tears.

"I'm the same as you. In fact, I'm also very scared... Every time I finish painting, I have nightmares. In the dream, I feel as if the person sinking to the bottom of the sea is me..."

When Dai Ming heard this, he understood Pan Yizhen more and more. There was a terrible secret buried in his heart that he had been unable to tell or understand to others since he was a child. Because of this secret, he had been subjected to severe psychological torture, and finally... encountered the same experience.

, can completely understand their own kind.

Pan Yizhen's situation is more serious than Dai Ming. She has been drawing this terrifying female ghost since she was a child. Her psychological pressure is probably far greater than her own. She doesn't have depression in the first place, but she is afraid that she will be forced out of it.

.

If not, how could she dare to let someone she just met today stay in the hotel room?

Dai Ming looked at Pan Yizhen's eyes and couldn't bear it, so he sat back down again.

"Let me draw one too."

Dai Ming did this just to make Pan Yizhen feel better.

After all...it is a female ghost that was painted after all. No matter what, could she still come out of the painting and hurt herself?

Pan Yizhen couldn't believe her voice.

Dai Ming sent a WeChat message to his parents, saying that he would go out to eat at a food stall with his friends in the evening, and then he was going to spend the night with his friends.

"Give me paper and pen."

Even after such a long time, Dai Ming could easily draw lines as soon as his pen touched the drawing paper.

Dai Ming never imagined that the first time he would paint as an adult would be this year.

Even after so long, the memory has not faded at all, as if he has always been very familiar with this painting.

As he was drawing, Dai Ming suddenly stopped writing...

His head slowly lowered, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

"Why on earth...are we two doing this?"

Dai Ming and Pan Yizhen, apart from their talent in art, can be said to be two people with nothing in common.

This absolutely cannot be a coincidence.

"Is there any intersection between the two of us that we haven't discovered yet?"

This is a possibility that Dai Ming can think of.

Pan Yizhen said: "I never came to City W when I was a child. Have you ever been to City D?"

"No."

This phenomenon is a bit too weird.

Dai Ming continued to pick up the brush. Once he started to paint, he could never stop painting.

Drawing and drawing...

They both got tired in the end and fell asleep unconsciously.

When Dai Ming woke up again, he found himself lying directly on the sofa.

Pan Yizhen was also sleeping nearby, still holding a paintbrush in her hand.

Dai Ming looked at the time, it was four o'clock in the morning.

At this time, through the light of his mobile phone, he saw the painting he had drawn.

Dai Ming opened his eyes wide.

I saw the female ghost floating in the sea, stretching her hands forward, as if she was about to rush out of the painting!

Dai Ming was so frightened that he almost screamed.

At the end of last night's painting, he was particularly sleepy, perhaps because he drank a lot of beer. By the end of the painting, his eyelids were already fighting.

At that time, he was painting with his eyes closed and his head lowered.

"No...impossible...this is absolutely impossible!"

How could he have succeeded in painting such a lifelike painting in such a half-asleep and delirious state?

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