Wang Mo looked straight at the oil painting, his thoughts were pulled onto the ancient battlefield, and the sound of war drums shouting and killing were heard endlessly.

The entire battlefield seemed to have come alive.

Time passed minute by minute, and Wang Fan stood in front of the oil painting, like a lifeless sculpture.

Wang Mo didn't notice that in the corner of the front desk, the fat British woman was holding a cat in her arms, staring at Wang Mo with her thin eyes, without blinking.

Shi Xiaobao did not notice Wang Fan's abnormality because he was chatting with the blonde and blue-eyed British girl in a lively manner.

"aim!"

Suddenly, the black cat in the fat British woman's arms suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Wang Mo, like a black thunderbolt.

A hint of alertness suddenly rose.

It was almost an instinct. Wang Fan turned around and looked at the black cat, and his eyes collided with the black cat's gaze. Immediately, the black cat let out a shrill cry, turned around and rushed upstairs, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

Wang Mo was a little confused.

The danger just now was fleeting, and he had not even reacted, and the breath of danger had disappeared.

This painting is weird!

Wang Mo was so enchanted by this words that Wang Mo was naturally still sensitive. After all, he was an absolute cultivator.

In the human world, as long as you have a relationship with the cultivator, you are already a very powerful existence.

Wang Mo's eyes fell on the oil painting again, but the oil painting, which was originally murderous, suddenly seemed to have lost its life.

Wang Fan was a little unbeliever and stared at the oil painting for a long time, but the oil painting never started to have that shocking influence.

Suddenly, Wang Mo felt like he was staring at him. He suddenly turned around and happened to see the fat woman's eyes as deep as the night sky.

"Grandma, this hotel is a bit weird."

Wang Fan continued to wander around the lobby. No matter where he wandered, he always felt like a pair of eyes staring at him. This feeling was like a shadow, as if there was a ghost behind him??????

????????

Xu Xianxian walked slowly on the street at dusk.

The vast wilderness is the same color; the distant trees are everywhere, and the winding paths are deserted. On the gentle slopes, there are gray castles or small churches, and dozens of tiled stone houses with rattan marks and moss marks are sparsely scattered.

The tones mainly consist of thick and gray, coupled with the beautifully green grasslands throughout the year, and the fresh lakes, swans and wild ducks in the manor, seem to be the tone and backdrop of the classic British literary aesthetics.

Xu Xianxian has been in the UK for three years. In the past three years, she has never left the school’s radius of three kilometers. In addition to class, she only does odd jobs, Chinese restaurant waiters, hotel waiters, nannies, supermarket cashiers, etc. Xu Xianxian even washed dishes in Chinese restaurants.

In order not to delay studying, Xu Xianxian only sleeps for five hours every day, and for the other nineteen hours, except for studying, she is like a top, constantly rushing from one place to another.

In fact, Xu Xianxian herself is not short of money because she has a full scholarship, but behind her, there is a huge family that devours her energy like a bottomless pit.

It's finally over!

It started to drizzle, and the town of Ravenham at dusk was like the rainy south of China. Both buildings and scenery became hazy.

Inexplicably, Xu Xianxian felt a feeling of relief.

Xu Xianxian never gave up hope. She believed that she would change her family and that her efforts would eventually be rewarded. However, the advanced stage of gastric cancer completely killed all her hopes.

When this hope cannot see the future, Xu Xianxian realized that she had lost many things, friendship, love, and the beautiful and pleasant scenery of Britain.

In front, there is an antique stone bridge, and the mottled traces on the bridge give people a sense of vicissitudes of history.

The drizzle is getting heavier and heavier, floating in the air like mist.

Xu Xianxian stood on the bridge, looking at the beautiful scenery in the distance, and felt that the ends of her hair were already a little wet, a trace of coldness pressed against her neck.

At the age of twenty-three, I haven't even fallen in love yet.

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Xu Xianxian's mouth.

Suddenly, the drizzle above my head stopped.

"Thank you." Xu Xianxian looked back at Wang St, who was holding an umbrella for her.

"It's black."

"Stand with me again." Xu Xianxian supported her elbows on the bridge railing, held her chin with both hands, and looked at the winding river that was endless. On the river, the misty rain was misty, as if it was a fairyland.

"You have sent us to your destination, you can leave, this is your reward." Wang Fan took out a thick stack of pounds and handed it to Xu Xianxian.

"It should be tomorrow." Xu Xianxian was stunned and looked back at Wang St. Wang St. He did not take over the money from Wang St.

"No, it's today." Wang Stable paused word by word.

"Why?"

"You don't have much time."

"What's the point of being more or less?" Xu Xianxian's eyes showed a hint of sadness.

“There is danger here.”

"Dangerous! Do you think I should be afraid?" Xu Xianxian giggled.

"???????" Wang Fan was speechless. He said danger to a dying person, and he felt it was funny.

"Your shoulders are wet." Xu Xianxian found that most of Wang Stupid's body was outside the umbrella, and it was already wet.

"It's okay. Let's go back to the hotel."

"I like this stone bridge and the feeling of rain. You can go back first." Xu Xianxian shook her head.

"But??????"

"If you don't want to leave, just chat with me. Otherwise, just talk about you."

"I??????? I have nothing to say."

"As long as you are a person, there will always be stories."

"My story?????????? I grew up in a single-parent family. My mother and I grew up, and dropped out of school after graduating from elementary school.??????" Wang St hesitated a little. He didn't want to tell his own story.

"What after?"

"After that, I stayed in the market, idle all day long, fighting and fighting."

"Your mom doesn't care about you?"

"My mother??????????????? She just cares about my food and clothing. She never asks about other things, even if I fight and get bloody???????"

"When you grow up?" Xu Xianxian naturally realized that Wang Story didn't want to mention her childhood, so she changed the subject.

"After that, there was nothing to say, that is, there was nothing to do to fight and pick up girls."

"Are you very good at picking up girls?" Xu Xianxian covered her mouth and smiled gently.

"I would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one go!" Wang St chuckled.

"Ah??????? So powerful?" Xu Xianxian giggled, and a rare flush appeared on her face.

"More than you think."

"Or, you chase me." Xu Xianxian said softly.

"Ah?????????????????"

"I have never been chased by a boy." Xu Xianxian bit her lip and her eyes turned red.

"You are so beautiful, it's impossible for anyone to chase you."

"Do you think someone will chase me like this?" Xu Xianxian opened her arms, saw her toes from her chest, and said with a self-deprecating look on her face.

Wang Stick opened her mouth and didn't know what to say. Although Xu Xianxian's facial features were delicate and beautiful, her body was too thin and she was a little sick. In addition, her dress was too rustic, which was difficult to get liked by boys.

"You don't need to comfort me, I know my own affairs."

"Let's go back to the hotel." Wang St sighed. He suddenly realized that he could not be as casual as other women in front of Xu Xianxian. Perhaps it was because Xu Xianxian couldn't live long.

"What are you doing when you go back?"

“????????”

"I'm going back to sleep, I don't want to waste my limited life on the bed."

"But it's raining heavily."

"Or, you go first."

“????????”

"If you don't leave, just accompany me and just treat me as pity." Xu Xianxian lowered her head.

"All right."

"Thanks."

The night has already fallen.

The two stood quietly on the bridge, watching the rain and fog floating in the breeze. On the water surface under the bridge, the green smoke lingered, and the river became illusory.

"Get closer to me, don't get wet."

"Um."
To be continued...