When Wang Bingbing opened them, she was stunned for a moment, only to feel that the inside and the outside seemed to be two worlds.
The thick curtains blocked all the sunlight from the outside, the eyes were thick black, and the room was silent as if no one was there.
Only the smell of paint on the tip of the nose can make Wang Bingbing feel that Lu Zhi is in the house.
Wang Bingbing slowed her breathing subconsciously, and she said softly, "Azhi, I turned on the light."
The soft voice fell to the ground, and she turned on the light.
When the lights shrouded the room, what Wang Bingbing saw was all kinds of colorful paints on the ground, and Zhang Zhang's unfinished drawings.
The colors and materials used in the works on the sketches are extremely gloomy, as if the artist was strangled by the throat, there is no trace of joy and happiness, but only deep pain.
Wang Bingbing pursed her lips tightly, and she looked at Lu Zhi who drew these paintings distressedly.
At this time, her younger brother Lu Zhi, a boy known to the outside world as a genius painter, was lying on the floor curled up, surrounded by his brushes and paints.
Wang Bingbing stepped forward quickly, she stretched out her hand and gently pushed Lu Zhi's shoulder: "Azhi, wake up, don't lie on the ground...".
A slender boy curled up, under his messy black hair was a pale face with a delicate outline.
After hearing Wang Bingbing's call, his thick crow-colored eyelashes trembled, and he opened a pair of light blue eyes, like a quiet night sea.
Wang Bingbing bent down and hurriedly helped him up, and said softly, "Azhi, I have some cakes with me, you can go out and eat some now."
Lu Zhi shook his head, and lowered his eyes: "No, I'm not hungry."
Wang Bingbing frowned, looked at Lu Zhi's pale face, grabbed his arm, and said solemnly, "Azhi, look at how pale your face is! You must go out to eat with me today."
"Even if you don't like it!"
As an older sister, Wang Bingbing is most distressed by her younger brother Lu Zhi.
Because he has been relatively withdrawn since he was a child, he is a loner, does not like to communicate with others, and his only interest is painting.
And when Wang Bingbing's uncle and aunt, that is, Lu Zhi's biological parents, passed away, he became more and more withdrawn, only immersed in the world constructed by himself with brushes and paints, and never took the initiative to take a step towards the outside world...
Wang Bingbing She opened the express box three times and five times, revealing the delicate pastries packed with butter paper inside. She untied the rope, took out a piece of scallion oil puff pastry and handed it to Lu Zhi.
"Try it, this is what I saw in the live broadcast lottery of the anchor."
Lu Zhi was silent for a few seconds. He raised his hand to take the shortcake, but frowned slightly, and said in a low voice,
"Sister, I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat."
He doesn't like to eat, and the feeling of eating makes him uncomfortable.
Wang Bingbing found out that Lai Rou's food didn't work for Lu Zhi, so she patted the table suddenly, frowned and said, "No! Give me some food!".
Lu Zhi pursed his thin lips, raised his hand indifferently, put the scallion oil puff pastry to his mouth and took a bite.
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