Hearing that sigh, the drinkers suddenly perked up as they were enveloped in the aroma of wine. While drinking the rest of the wine, I asked Brother Yu why he was sighing and what troubles he was having lately.
Brother Yu stroked his forehead, threw everyone away, and hesitated to speak. He went back and forth between sighing and opening his mouth for a long time, making people anxious.
After a while, Brother Yu said hesitantly. "As you know, my wife died of cancer five years ago."
"Yeah, what's going on?" my best friend asked.
``Recently, Xiaopeng's art teacher challenged his classmates to draw their own version of paradise.''
"Very nice." The white-collar beauty didn't do anything wrong, but the context felt a little strange when he said it.
"Yes." Brother Yu licked his dry lips, "But Xiao Peng is still young, so he doesn't know some things. He asked me where heaven is, and I said, My mom said that's where she was going, and I explained it to her.''It was what I had imagined heaven to be like.''
Xiaopeng understood the meaning of the sky, but looked at me very confused and didn't say anything. he didn't talk much. Then he started painting. After an hour, he said he had finished the painting and showed it to me. ”
"What did he draw?" Everyone realized that something terrible was approaching.
When everyone thought that Xiao Peng would draw something shocking and terrifying, they didn't expect that Brother Yu would say something that would make people's hearts tremble.
“He painted my attic…”
and history
There is no better word to describe everyone's emotions at this moment than awe. The scary part behind the story is like a ray of light on people's backs, as if someone who doesn't exist is breathing into their ears. , The cold in my heart froze everyone's heartbeat for a moment.
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