Chapter 1453

The old man with silver hair looks at Xiang Yun's painting, which is all crazy.

It's a kind of madness that is so excited that it's completely out of control.

Without hesitation, Yunhua put the phone in his hand, stepped back and turned away.

Wang Xiaowen, on one side, has been scared to death.

In his life, the most perfect work he would ever know is that the silver haired painting But it's all

Wang Xiaowen is going to throw up after thinking about it!

Fear from the heart.

Now she really admired the cloud painting. After hearing the words of the old man with silver hair, she turned around and left quietly.

In fact, this indifferent way is the best way to deal with this situation.

The more excited or scared you are, the more excited and happy they will be.

But if you act as if nothing happened, you don't care at all. On the contrary, the other party will feel frustrated and boring

From area D, cloud painting seems to be very calm, but only she knows that she is not calm at all.

She even, she went astray.

Originally, when she came, she took the nearest channel and didn't need to go through area C. However, she took a side road and went out from another passage. Then she would go through area C and return to area B or a.

Zhou shengbeiqian and they all followed her closely.

Originally, Wang Xiaowen wanted to remind cloud painting to go wrong, but when she saw the appearance of cloud painting, she said she couldn't export it.

Well, after passing through area C, you can go back to area B. It's just a little bit more. Besides, the greening in area C is very good. There are large green spaces and gardens. It's very beautiful. It's just like walking to relax your mind!

Wang Xiaowen said nothing, following a group of people behind.

So cloud painting went from area D to area C.

The management of area C is not as strict as that of area D. the mental patients here are in stable condition and are judged to be low aggressive.

Patients with low aggressiveness will not be confined to a small room like a cage, like those in area D. patients in area C can freely move in the green space in the garden. They can communicate freely and queue up to eat together.

There are administrators in every section of area C, which is also for the convenience of taking care of them.

Cloud painting them, passing through area C, will inevitably encounter patients in area C.

To tell you the truth, mental patients are far less manic than people think. In fact, most mental patients are immersed in their own small world, very quiet, and ordinary people will not enter their world at all.

Cloud painting passes through area C, just like passing through a common park. There is even an old man in white training suit practicing Tai Chi.

When I smell the smell of grass and flowers, I sprinkle the bright sunshine on my head. It's warm. I feel my mood is getting warmer and warmer.

She is adjusting herself quickly. She can't let rose and the old man with silver hair influence her too much. She has to adjust her mood as soon as possible.

Those things in my last life should be forgotten.

Now she is not her last life.

Her life, so hard to live, not to stay in the shadow of the previous life!

It's past. It's over.

Don't think that much.

What's more, those who can be detained in such places or in District D are not normal people at all.

Why should she argue with a madman?

The old man with silver hair is a painter himself. It's normal to like Van Gogh and copy Van Gogh's works. It's just a coincidence!

She really doesn't have to scare herself. It's boring.

Cloud painting continues to take a deep breath, constantly do psychological construction for themselves.

Looking around these mental patients who are quietly immersed in their small world, her mood is gradually relaxed

But as she walked along the cobblestone road through a bamboo grove, she suddenly stopped.

Front

In front of it is a sea of irises.

Big, big iris, big blue, deep blue, melancholy blue

In this moment, cloud painting simply felt like returning to the place where I was in my last life!

The blue that can't be seen at the edge, the blue that can't be counted, the blue that can't be thrown away or forgotten

No, no, no!

Yun Hua couldn't help shaking her head. She even stepped back.

"Painting, what's wrong?" Zhou Shengbei Qian was right behind her. She stepped back and almost hit him. He subconsciously reached for her to avoid her falling down.

But the stress reaction of cloud painting reappeared."Don't touch me!" she said, shaking her hand with a cold voice

Zhou Shengbei Qian's brows were very tight.

Her voice is very cold, her eyes are also very cold, she is now open, temperament is particularly gloomy, like a It's like Shura at night.

But Zhou Shengbei qian can feel that she is afraid.

Her cold, fierce appearance, as well as her fierce performance, are to cover up her inner fear.

Zhou Shengbei Qian's eyes fell on the sea of blue flowers in front of him.

Iris again.

Again, iris.

Zhou Shengbei Qian narrowed his eyes. Does iris have any special meaning for her?

Her reaction to iris was a little too extreme.

……

Yunhua almost escaped from the Mental Health Institute of s city.

She was emotionally unstable and refused to communicate with anyone.

Back at the villa, she went straight to change her clothes and swim in the water.

In the water, she will feel happy.

After swimming for an hour and a half in one breath, the exhausted cloud painting went ashore, drank some water and went to sleep.

Nightmares.

She was almost devoured by the constant nightmares.

She went back to the mental hospital again, to the place where she was afraid, and to the memory that she dared not face

She knew that she was having a nightmare, and she even knew that she was haunted by it.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't wake up. She was pulled tightly by the nightmare and couldn't wake up at all.

She was crying in her dream, asking for help.

"Ah Qing, help me, help me."

"Ah Qing, take me away, please, please..."

"Don't Don't... "

She cried and cried, desperately trying to break through the barriers of nightmares and return to reality, but it was totally useless. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open her eyes.

"Draw, draw..."

"Painting, wake up, wake up, I'm here, wake up..."

Just as she was in agony and despair, his voice rang.

Like a God.

"Painting, good, not afraid, I'm here, not afraid of Wake up and look at me... "

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