Hospital No. 444

Dai Lin sat across from Dai Ming and said, "Dai Ming, long time no see. Recently..."

He looked at the serious expression on Dai Ming's face and thought in his mind: He...he...is he...

I want to ask how much money I want to borrow?

Dai Lin was not stingy. His uncle and aunt usually took good care of him. If he really lent the money, he wouldn't hold on to the hope that Dai Ming would get it back. However, he had to ask clearly whether Dai Ming could be deceived. There were all kinds of people in society now, and all kinds of deceptions were extremely sophisticated, so he had to guard against them.

"Dai Lin," Dai Ming interrupted Dai Lin and said, "Don't ask me about my work when you come out to hang out. In the current unit, I just hang out and get paid."

In fact, when he was a child, the person who was called a genius in the Dai family was not Dai Lin, but Dai Ming.

Dai Lin belongs to the category where talent and hard work go hand in hand, but Dai Ming is different. He was quite talented in art when he was in elementary school, and he once won the grand prize in the city's children's painting competition. His uncle's family probably still has the prize he won in that year. A clipping of the news item that won the award.

However, Dai Lin remembered... probably after Dai Ming entered the fourth grade of elementary school, his uncle and aunt rarely mentioned Dai Ming's paintings at family gatherings. In the past... they would always take a painting tube and paint them Dai Ming’s new works are for everyone to appreciate.

And then... I heard that Dai Ming gave up painting. For a time, there were all kinds of gangsters, and rumors of hurting Zhongyong were rampant. Dai Lin himself had heard several versions of the story from his relatives. The more exaggerated version said that Dai Ming suffered from depression at that time.

Dai Ming showed Dai Lin the menu, then ordered some barbecue and two bottles of beer.

"Dai Ming," Dai Lin tried cautiously: "Is there anything unsatisfactory recently...if you need my help?"

If he wanted to borrow money, Dai Lin's words had already paved the way for Dai Ming, waiting for him to speak.

"I went to an art exhibition today."

Dai Ming recalled the painting he saw with a melancholy look: "I saw a painting today, it was just...just..."

"Do you still want to continue painting?"

Dai Lin really hoped that Dai Ming could regain his strength and pick up his painting brush again. As a child, he was indeed deeply impressed by Dai Ming's paintings.

"What should I tell you..."

Obviously, what Dai Ming said next was a bit difficult to say.

"Dai Lin, I have never told you this, but today...I thought about it and it seems that I can only talk to you about this matter. I don't have many friends, and I can't tell my parents..."

Dai Lin could see that Dai Ming obviously had some unspeakable secrets.

"You go ahead and I'll listen. I won't tell my parents and uncles and aunts."

Beer was served.

Dai Ming poured a little wine into Dai Lin's and his own glasses, and took a big sip.

"I thought I would never see such a painting again..."

After drinking a large glass of beer, you won't actually be very drunk, but it seems that Dai Ming's next words are not so difficult to say.

He finally told his cousin Dai Lin in front of him the secret that he had buried in his heart for many years.

…

Before the age of ten, Dai Ming had never doubted that he would become a painter in the future.

He was born with amazing talent. Especially after receiving the guidance of professional art teachers, his painting skills improved by leaps and bounds.

Even so, his parents still had some doubts about letting him take the art exam. Art is the same as sports. If you want to become a talent and become a job in the future, there are many uncertainties. My mother was fine, but Dai Ming's father still didn't support Dai Ming's premature decision on his career plan.

Until one day...

It was a night no different from any other day.

That night, Dai Ming, who had just turned nine, went out to sketch.

At that time, Dai Ming came to Aomori Park in W City. That day was May 3, and Aomori Park was open until 8 pm during the Labor Day holiday. The park is separated from home by a road, and Dai Ming likes to paint quietly alone, so his parents didn't come with him.

And he planned to paint a picture of a park under the moonlight.

He always prefers to paint actual objects and rarely paints based on imagination.

That day, Dai Ming chose a high slope with a good view and sat down.

"The scenery is really nice..."

Dai Ming looked at the children playing by the lake and boating on the lake under the moonlight, then picked up his paintbrush and prepared to paint.

But at this moment...he suddenly felt a strong feeling of sadness and pain.

This feeling was like tearing apart his heart and lungs, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

His arm trembled, and then... the brush began to draw subconsciously, and then dipped in the paint from the palette next to it from time to time.

He didn't know how long it had passed, but he heard a girl say: "Your paintings are so beautiful..."

Only then did Dai Ming realize that there were many people surrounding him.

"This kid draws so beautifully."

"I thought he was sketching at first."

"You can actually draw so well at such a young age. Hey, can you tell Auntie which art class you take? I want to enroll my child in one too."

"Hey, wait, why is this child crying?"

I……

Cried?

Dai Ming touched his eyes and realized that he was already bursting into tears.

what happened?

Then, Dai Ming looked at the basically completed painting in front of him.

Inside the painting... is a woman in white who fell into the water.

The woman was extremely beautiful, and even though her eyes were closed in the water, her extremely youthful appearance was still difficult to conceal.

Dai Ming looked at the painting in front of him, feeling a little confused.

He couldn't remember how he came up with the idea for this painting.

The picture was very lifelike, but when Dai Ming looked at the woman, he felt an indescribable sadness for some reason.

This was the first time Dai Ming painted an unrealistic picture. He himself found it puzzling. How could he draw such a picture?

People around him began to praise the artistic conception of the painting, and they did not hesitate to praise Dai Ming.

At that time, although Dai Ming felt something was wrong, after thinking about it, he felt that it was his own inspiration. Maybe his talents were far beyond his imagination?

Therefore, he didn't think too much and returned home with the praise of everyone in the park.

But……

This is just the beginning of a series of anomalies.

After the May Day holiday, Dai Ming returned to school.

During the art class, the teacher arranged for everyone to paint freely. Most students just used crayons to doodle casually, but Dai Ming brought various special painting utensils. In every art class, everyone would watch his painting process.

Dai Ming painted this time...

The painting is still that woman.

And this time...

The picture becomes very dark.

Not only that, he also drew some fish.

The woman sank into the deep sea, and some fish swam around her.

However, the woman's face is still beautiful.

"Dai Ming, this..."

The students watching were a little stunned.

"Is this the bottom of the sea?" One of the girls suddenly said: "This is a mackerel! It is a type of deep-sea fish!"

Dai Ming was stunned when he heard this.

"Sockfish? What's this fish's name?"

"It's a mackerel, not a sockeye. Well, it's not wrong. My dad works in an aquarium, so he taught me how to identify various fish since I was a child."

deep sea fish?

Dai Ming, who was only nine years old at the time, looked carefully at the fish he drew.

"I...I have never seen this kind of fish."

Dai Ming had no interest in marine life at all, and he had never been to an aquarium at that time.

"Hey, how did you draw it?"

"I……"

Dai Ming recalled the process of his painting. It seemed that he just naturally... thought of it and then painted it.

"This woman... sank to the bottom of the sea?"

asked the children nearby.

"Well, I guess...right."

Looking at the woman sinking at the bottom of the sea in the painting, Dai Ming felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Why did he draw this woman again?

Why did he draw deep-sea fish that he had never seen before?

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