Xiao Xuechen couldn't help but want to retreat first. From the corner of her eye, she saw that Yu Xing didn't say anything and just stayed in place - she wanted to stand in a position where she could close the window pushed open by the ghost with her hand, just in case.

"Hey, you're here?" Yu Xing put down his pen and wanted to stand up and approach, but saw Zhou Yongsheng who was standing still suddenly shook his head eagerly and pointed at his easel with his finger.

"Want to see me draw?" Yu Xing guessed.

Zhou Yongsheng outside nodded.

Oh, he was a true fan? Yu Xingzhen was a little curious. Could it be that what this friend who died young said on the Internet that he was a fan was true?

It's not easy. So what does he want to do by tricking the idol into coming to his village?

Just to let the idol attend his funeral?

Yu Xing muttered something in his mind and picked up the pen again, but Zhou Yongsheng stopped moving again.

This painting he painted is a real scene, not abstract. The overall view on the canvas is the scenery outside the window, with only the window frame exposed at the bottom and a curly-haired woman playing games on her mobile phone in the lower right corner.

The color used is blue, very cold and weird.

He looked at the silent male ghost outside the window for a while, thought about it, and made another move.

A young man with a flat hair, a mediocre appearance but a smile on his face and neatly dressed, was slowly added to the center position by him.
Chapter completed!