Shi Ling looked at this painting in trance for a long time. Although I don’t understand the meaning of this painting, I feel that the person in the painting is quite good-looking. Although the painting was very beautiful, she just felt uncomfortable looking at it. Shi Ling felt a little melancholy, probably because she didn't understand art. She folded the painting, stuffed it in her pocket, and forgot about it. …… Lighting up the snow at night. On the fifth floor of Building [-] in the Sunshine Garden Community, Li Zhining looked out the window at the bustling market with distracted eyes, listening to the hustle and bustle of cars and horses, but in front of his eyes was boundless darkness. In the eighteen years before her, the colors were bright and gorgeous, but until one day, everything in front of her eyes was as hazy as Monet's impression paintings, and later distorted like Van Gogh's watercolors. All the colors in the world were mixed together in her eyes. , turned into endless black. Although all colors in art are black when mixed, true black is extremely difficult to adjust. That time it was the best black color she had ever seen.
At the beginning, Li Zhining was also panicked, but the long period of unconsciousness and the boundless blackness in front of her eyes gradually calmed her down. She gradually felt as if darkness was her destination. Then one day, color appeared before her eyes again. She painted those colors with that momentary association. But she didn't expect that what she drew would actually come true. Li Zhining sandwiched the picture of the child and the red wheel in the picture album, then opened another page in the picture album, facing the noisy street outside the window and painting with his eyes closed. At this moment, a black figure suddenly appeared behind her. Xila was wearing a red and black Lolita, with a black hat with a wide brim on her head. The brim of the hat covered her eyes, revealing only half of her face, with her pretty red lips and smile. Holding a rose with thorns in her hand, she walked to Li Zhongning and held the window with her to watch the bright lights of the street. However, the words spoken were gentle and cruel, "No doctor can cure your eyes." Li Zhining's painting hand paused slightly, but she had a habit of finishing the painting no matter what, once she started writing, in order not to interrupt her thoughts. So she continued painting without looking at Xi La beside her, "Who are you?" Xila introduced herself with a smile and said in a charming tone, "I am the angel Xila." Li Zhining: "Xila...the killing angel, one of the nine fallen angels?" Xila smiled and said, "No, I am the only fallen angel. Because I killed the others." She said the bloodiest words in the most delicate and romantic tone. She lowered her head, kissed the rose gently, and smiled with her red lips, "Only the most perfect rose in God's garden needs to be left. The others are only worthy of nourishment, are you right?" Li Zhining didn't answer, but just asked: "So you devoured them?" Xila tilted her head: "Guess."
Li Zhining didn't guess. Xila felt a little bored, so he simply got to the point, "Do you want to restore the light? I can fulfill your wish. You only need to pay a small price, and you can get what you want most." Her voice is delicate and gentle, with a fatal allure. However, Li Zhining said with a hint of indifference: "I don't believe in God, and I have never asked angels to come. You are the god of the West, and I am a person from the East. I don't need you to fulfill my wish."