Second Layer of Ink

You think you are human. In fact, you are an unfinished stroke of ink. Lin Mobai is a small town painter with mediocre painting skills and a poor life. But he has a strange problem: the flowers he painted attract real butterflies, the Guanyin in the painting can help people dream, and the fish in the painting can swim in the stream. He always thought it was a coincidence. Until one day, a line of words appeared out of thin air on his unfinished painting - that was his own handwriting. "What you draw will become real. Guess who helped you change it?" From this moment on, Lin Mobai found himself living in a painted world. There is a crack in the sky, and someone is filling it with strokes; there are people on the ground disappearing, like pencil marks erased by an eraser. And the mole in his palm that can never be fucked is a door to the truth. He thought he was a painter. Later I discovered that I was a painter. Later, he discovered that the person who painted him was standing behind him, waiting for him to turn around. This is a novel about "being seen". If you feel that the world is a little thin, if you occasionally doubt whether you really exist, if you want to know who is watching you behind you, before you come, in the place where you have not been painted yet - This book is for you. "Second Layer of Ink": a painting that will never be finished, a thousand-year questioning about "who am I".