April 4th, cloudy.
Go back to your old home to worship your ancestors.
The rain had not dried up the day before, so the mossy stone steps were muddy and I accidentally stepped on them.
I don't know how long it took, but as soon as I woke up, my parents threw me into the storage room to sort things out. When I was rummaging around for a wiping cloth, my fingertips touched a cold, smooth and strange object—pushing aside the rotten wood and rags, I found a skull lying there quietly.
The eye sockets are deep and the jawline is smooth, like a perfect work of art, this art student is ecstatic.
In many years, we have never seen such a standard and exquisitely proportioned skull model.
There is no need to assume that my parents brought it from the laboratory and forgot about it. It doesn't matter, this will be a perfect sketching object that is unique to me.
April 5th, light rain.
I had a nightmare in the middle of the night, and my pajamas were soaked in cold sweat. The pain in the forehead injury persists, perhaps due to a slight concussion.
I had a dry mouth in the middle of the night and went to the kitchen in the dark, which scared me!
At the end of the dark corridor, a blurry white figure stood silently.
Holding my breath, I stumbled closer, only to find that it was just a white coat hanging on an old clothes hanger.
A false alarm? But the feeling of deathly silence lingered, and the inexplicable heart palpitations continued to spread.
You should go to the hospital to check if you have time.
July 15th, cloudy.
I haven't returned to school for many days and I feel extremely depressed.
As soon as he left the studio, he ran into someone's arms.
He raised his head to apologize, but was momentarily speechless - the person in front of him was tall and tall, with an almost inhumanly perfect proportion of shoulder line, collarbone, and jawline, and a skin color that was cold and white without blood.
Yan Gou's intuition made me fall in love instantly.
With his mind heating up, he tentatively confessed in a joking manner. He smiled slightly and nodded in agreement.
... It's just that his hands were extremely cold.
July 22, cloudy
He was so perfect that it was suffocating, except for one thing: his body temperature was so low that it was not like a living person. When you hold his hand, it always feels like you are holding a piece of ice, and the coldness penetrates into the seams of your bones.
In addition, I found that all my friends seemed to be avoiding me, their eyes were evasive, and they hesitated to speak.
When I asked him, he just hugged me tenderly and comforted me softly, saying that I was overthinking. There was also no warmth in his embrace, but it made me feel strangely at ease.
October 9th, heavy rain.
Returned from a trip with him for several days.
I suddenly became addicted to painting and wanted to trace that skull again.
But the bookshelves were empty. Anxiously rummaging through boxes and cabinets, asking over and over again in vain: "Have you seen my skull?"
He had been standing quietly in the shadows. It wasn't until I was about to collapse that he slowly stepped forward, his voice as gentle as ever: "... Are you looking for this?"
Then, under my horrified and dilated pupils, he raised his hands, held both sides of the perfect head on his neck, and gently lifted it up.
"Click."
A very slight sound.
The head with extraordinary proportions that I was attracted to was held steadily in his pale hands and handed to me in an extremely natural manner.
The empty eye sockets faced me.
The curve of his last gentle smile seemed to remain on his mandible.
Purpose: Learn every technology well
