Urban Sims

Shortly after the completion of Fort Hope.

On this day, a small helicopter-like aircraft landed in an open area in a dense forest near Fort Hope.

The cabin door opened, and a woman stepped out of the aircraft.

The woman has a beautiful face and tall figure. She wears thin clothes and trousers, and a simple and neat dress. Her medium-long hair is tied up with a red hairband and hangs down behind her head, revealing her slender and white neck.

The woman took out an easel and a tool bag from the cabin. With the easel in her hand and the tool bag on her shoulder, she pushed aside the bushes in the dense forest and followed a path rarely traveled by, heading east. Two kilometers away, we walked towards the castle with its towering spire.

"This castle..."

Under the blue sky and white clouds, among the green lawns, and a few hundred meters away, amid the roar of the waves lapping at the coast, the tall and exquisite castle, all white, looked like a beautiful swan.

Under the gentle breeze, and in the golden autumn season, the fiery red leaves against the surrounding maple forest are so heart-stoppingly beautiful.

"But--"

The woman shook her head slightly. This castle was still a little far from the perfect one in her mind.

In her conception of the castle, the building should be more slender. The bottom exterior wall should be painted a light purple, the middle part should be painted a cream color, and the water tower spire at the top should be painted a light pink...

There is also a wooden bridge to be built over the creek in front of the castle. A classical windmill can be built downstream of the creek. Some flower beds or plants can be planted on the lawn around the castle...

"Why do you have to think so much? This castle doesn't belong to me."

The woman shook her head again and sighed, that person would never give her any freedom.

She can only do what she wants to do freely in her own fantasy world.

Putting the easel on the ground and setting up a blank drawing board, she opened the tool box and took out the paints and brushes inside. Under the warm sunshine of the morning, the woman began to outline the castle in her heart on the drawing board one stroke at a time.

…

On the beach by the sea.

Wearing shorts and shorts, with bare feet on the soft sand, Zhou Ming performed his morning jog at a neither fast nor slow pace.

Breathing the fresh and moist air, enjoying the coolness of the sea breeze hitting his cheeks, listening to the roaring waves in his ears, and enjoying the massage of the fine sand on his feet, Zhou Ming closed his eyes for a while, feeling calm inside, letting his thoughts spread, and he and state of mind, entering a state of sublimation.

Unconsciously, he stopped.

a long time……

He faced the sea and slowly opened his eyes.

The golden light is before my eyes.

The waves are endless before your eyes.

It seemed like he was the only one left in the world.

In the embrace of nature, all the fame, wealth, desire and obsession in the heart are like floating clouds in the sky, blown away.

why?

Why do you have to live so hard? So tired?

Go out for a run every day, bask in the sun, listen to the waves, have three meals a day, and have enough food and clothing. Why should you be so worried and depressed?

Why must this be treated as a game instead of a real life?

Could it be that a life with more happiness than pain, more joy than sadness, more leisure than busyness, more dullness than turmoil...isn't it also a perfect life?

Why is life always linked to things like fame, fortune, achievement, and merit?

Especially in this world of money, although he now has a lot of money, he feels that he is living more and more lonely.

There was no one he felt he could completely rely on.

No one had even the slightest collision with his soul.

The purpose of his existence in this world has never been to love and justice, to protect conscience and truth, goodness and beauty.

Just to clear the level.

However, with the help of life-extending medical treatment, he had an extremely long life.

Even if he is willing, after taking the life-extending drugs in the system space, he can live 300 years, 500 years, or even longer.

But what is the meaning of such a life? What's the point?

Instead of doing this, he would rather age naturally, die after a hundred years, and quit the game early.

"There are still 500,000 slave potions in the system warehouse. If it doesn't work, I'll risk my life and turn this upper-level area upside down!"

Anyway, he has lived to be almost 70 years old. He has lived enough and is not afraid of death anymore.

…

After the run, I put on my slippers and headed back to the castle.

A person in front of him caught his eye.

A woman, a woman painting.

She painted with great concentration, her expression was serious, her hand was agile with the brush, and she ignored all external objects.

Even if Zhou Ming walked less than ten meters away from her, she didn't notice it.

"Hey, she's painting this castle."

Although he was not very polite, Zhou Ming, who had sharp eyes, still saw at a glance that the female painter was copying the painting of the Fort of Hope where he lived.

However, in addition to the castle, her drawing board also has some elements that are not found in the real scene.

For example, the flower beds full of flowers and plants, the wooden bridge over the stream, the windmills on the coast, etc., the coloring of the main castle is also colorful, lively and stunning.

"The style of this painting..."

A light flashed in Zhou Ming's mind, and he immediately thought that when he visited Longlan Castle for the first time, he saw the oil paintings hanging on the walls in the living room, which were very similar to the one the woman was painting...

"It turns out those oil paintings were not painted by Count Shengguang, but by her."

From her beautiful and fair face, and her facial features that were more or less similar to Count Shengguang, her identity was clear at a glance.

Either the daughter of Earl Shengguang, or the granddaughter...

Since she wasn't sure why she came to Fort Hope, whether it was just to collect paintings or for some other purpose, when she saw that the painting in her hand was almost completed, Zhou Ming took two steps forward, ready to follow her. say hi.

However.

When the distance was less than three meters, the woman who was immersed in painting suddenly turned her head and glanced at him.

This look made Zhou Ming feel as if he had been struck by lightning, his face full of shock.

The moment when their eyes met, although it was only a short second, Zhou Ming seemed to have experienced as long as a century.

Under the woman's clear and clear eyes, Zhou Ming discovered that the experiences, past, stories, secrets, emotions, desires hidden deep in his heart... were all completely opened in an instant like cracked encrypted information. , dug out, exposed, completely presented in front of this woman.

This feeling is indescribable, incredible, and shocking.

If Zhou Ming were forced to describe it, this feeling was a feeling of having his soul seen through and the secret in his heart unable to be hidden.

Fortunately, this woman only looked at him for a second. If it had been longer, he really couldn't guarantee whether she would kill her or silence her.

"Buzz buzz~"

There was the roar of an engine overhead.

A jet plane with smooth curves landed on the lawn not far away.

After the cabin door opened, two burly men wearing sunglasses and dressed as bodyguards came down and walked straight over.

Walking up to the woman, the two bodyguards first bowed respectfully, and then one of them said: "Miss, I asked you to go back early."

After hearing this, the woman who finished the last stroke on her hand looked up.

After making eye contact for a few tenths of a second, even though they were separated by a layer of sunglasses, the two bodyguards quickly lowered their heads, a thin layer of sweat broke out on their foreheads. One of them took a step back, but still gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Miss, please don't make things difficult for us."

"knew."

The woman said calmly, put away the brush, put it in the tool box, then took off the completed painting from the easel, placed it on the grass aside, folded the easel, handed it to one bodyguard, and said to another bodyguard : "The plane I drove here, you help me fly it back."

"Yes, miss!"

The bodyguard bowed and trotted away towards the small aircraft parked in the dense forest.

Looking at the woman who was packing her things and preparing to go back, and the two bodyguards who seemed to be unfriendly, Zhou Ming opened his mouth and wanted to ask what was going on?

This lady is just out to relax, why not let her stay a little longer?

But when the words came to his lips, when he saw the woman turn her head and glance at him with her penetrating eyes, Zhou Ming not only suppressed the words, but also reacted like the two bodyguards, subconsciously lowering his head. head.

This woman is very evil.

The woman's words came to her ears: "If you excuse me, I will give that painting to you. Think of it as a gift for the new completion of your castle."

After saying that, the woman stepped on the steps of the airplane ramp, moved the corners of her mouth slightly, and muttered softly: "A strange man."

The plane disappeared into the distant horizon. Zhou Ming walked over, picked up the oil painting on the ground, and held it in his hand for a while.

"A strange woman."

Zhou Ming also muttered and sighed at the same time, the oil paintings painted by this woman are indeed good.