The 302nd Chapter I Will Realize Your Dream (1)

The old lady was hospitalized for treatment and rented the house to a salesperson.

The salesman is a foreigner in his thirties. According to the company's requirements, he wears a white shirt every day. He is polite and polite.

On the surface, the salesman who is amiable is actually full of holes in his heart. He is a very unlucky person.

No matter what you do, it will always fail for inexplicable reasons.

Sometimes strange things happen around me, such as having a nightmare at night, dreaming that my wife was dismembered and put in a drawer, tangled and worried all night, and only when I wake up in the morning I realize that I don’t have a girlfriend at all.

When I went out, the sky was clear, and it started pouring rain just halfway through. My clothes were soaked.

He couldn't get a taxi, so he walked to the company, and was scolded by the boss after being late. The customers he received all day didn't like him. The worst thing was that when he got home, he found that the door was pried open and a thief entered the house.

What's a rough day for others is just routine for a salesperson.

Compared to those unfortunate things, what really made him desperate was that the house he lived in seemed to be haunted!

He lives alone in the old house and wants to relax by watching TV at night. Whenever he sees a happy place, he is not happy, and laughter comes from behind him.

There are many similar things. Halfway through the bath, someone will hand him shampoo, and he does not bring paper in the toilet, and a roll of toilet paper will roll in from the outside of the bathroom by itself.

He used to be a staunch atheist, but this rental experience is slowly turning his worldview upside down.

In order to prove that he was not mentally ill, he bought a camera and filmed it in the house.

After a week, he found that there really seemed to be a ghost in the house, and the ghost was hiding in a drawer!

The salesman tried to board up all the wardrobes and drawers in the house, but the ghost never showed up. But he was getting more and more unlucky. About a month later, he was fired by his boss and had a car accident on his way home.

It was only after the salesman died that he found out that there was an evil spirit on him. Before, the ghosts in the apartment were helping him to suppress him. Later, he sealed the drawers and wardrobes.

The protagonist of the fourth story is an old lady who rented out a house where several consecutive tenants had an accident.

Feeling extremely guilty, she stubbornly believed that everything was her fault.

Gradually, the old man's spirit developed problems. She always felt that her children and the previous two tenants had not left, and everyone was still living in this old house.

She asked the neighbors and the people around her over and over again, and she knew that the neighbors of the old house had avoided the old lady, thinking that she was an ominous woman who was deliberately alienating.

Some people even fled and moved out directly. There were fewer and fewer tenants in the building, and the old lady became more and more silent.

Slowly, the legend of a certain room haunted appeared in the community at some point, and the old lady herself became synonymous with ghosts and abnormality.

Everyone is far away from her, and no one wants to interact with her.

After a while, the old lady met a destitute painter under the overpass.

The painter's nose was blue and his face was swollen, and it seemed that he had just had a fight with someone. The old lady sympathized with him and wanted the painter to paint a picture for her deceased son.

Originally, she just wanted to find a reason to sponsor the painter for a meal, but who knew that the characters that the painter drew easily were very similar to his son, not only in appearance, but also in temperament and eyes.

The old lady kept the painter's painting and hung it in the house.

What she didn't expect was that in the evening of the next day, someone ran over to rent a house, and the new tenant was a painter.

The painter did not expect that the landlord would be an old lady. He just searched the old town and found that this house is the cheapest.

Life is a combination of countless coincidences. The painter met the first person in his life who admired him and gained the first fan. The old lady also met someone who was not afraid of her and was willing to talk to her.

The painter became a new tenant in the old house. The old lady only charged some fees to the painter in a symbolic way. She treated the painter as her own child, and her favorite thing to do was to listen to the painter talk about her dreams.

After a month or two like this, the old lady gradually discovered some strange things about the painter.

The painter often talks to his paintings, and every time it is late at night, there will be all kinds of strange noises in the painter's room.

In the third month, the old lady was really curious, so she secretly entered the painter's room to check while he was out to submit manuscripts.

As a result, in the drawer of the painter's work desk, she found a hand-made comic booklet with a total of four stories.

Weird style of painting, terrifying plot, every character seems to come alive.

What's even more incredible is that the first three comic stories correspond to the old man's son, English teacher and salesperson respectively.

The more the old man looked, the more frightened she became. Then she opened the fourth story. What she did not expect was that the protagonist of the fourth story turned out to be herself, telling what happened after she met the painter.

This is the end of the fourth story, and then there is the last story.

The fifth story is very short, similar to the extravaganza. The protagonist is a cartoonist with a standard middle-aged frustrated face, a very depressed and decadent look.

The manga introduced his daily life. When he got up at 5:20 in the morning, he looked at the mirror full of energy to cheer himself up, then took out the drawing paper from the drawer and proofread the drawing.

Busy until 8:20, he sorted out all the drawings and went to a local publishing house in Jiujiang with his bag to recommend his comics to the editor.

As a result, he spent a month's efforts to be denied within fifteen minutes, and the whole person walked out of the office like a walking corpse.

He took the drawing, sat beside the road, looked at the city full of traffic, and waited until it was almost dark before returning home with a sad face.

Walking through the twisted and noisy city and entering the dark corridor, he opened the door of room 304.

The warm light was shining on him, and the old lady of the landlady cooked food for him. The old man said that he saw his paintings this morning and they were very good.

The painter has forgotten that this is the first time he has been rejected. He apologized to the old man, and I am afraid that he will not continue to paint in the future.

Back in his room, the cartoonist locked the door and sat alone in the corner of the hut with his legs folded.

He looked at the drawer full of rejection letters and buried his head deep in his chest.

Failing again and again, he crumpled up the rejected paintings and threw them in the trash.

He kept complaining and felt wronged, saying that he had no talent for painting, so he decided to give up everything, and he would never paint again even if he jumped from the upstairs.

Talking to himself until twelve o'clock in the evening, the exhausted cartoonist fell asleep on the mat.

The lights in the hut flickered and suddenly went out.

The crumpled drawing paper in the trash can ran out by itself, spread it out little by little, and carefully placed it in the cabinet, and the desktop was cleaned up again.

The last part of the comic became black and white, and the cartoonist was asleep in the cramped cabin, but there were a few "people" floating beside him.

The leader was a tall and thin man. He grabbed a quilt with his only right hand and covered it with the cartoonist, saying that it was really worrying.

Next to him was a woman whose body was about to spread out like building blocks. The woman was very beautiful and frowned. She threw away a small part of the cartoonist's drawing of a human being, and then carefully smoothed out all the scraps.

In addition, there was a man in a black shirt standing at the table, at this time he was refining the cartoonist's draft with a pen.

The night passed quickly, and at 5:20 the next morning, the alarm clock rang on time, and the cartoonist suddenly woke up from his dream.

He turned off the alarm clock, picked up the mirror, looked at his face in the mirror, and began to cheer himself up.

"It's another day full of vitality, work harder! Even if you are poor, you can't talk about it. If you don't die, you will always succeed!"