Chapter 58 Section 39

It has been five days since the door was closed, and ten drawing boards have been broken.Moments of unconsciousness increased, and the hand holding the paintbrush began to tremble. "Ah Chun, please..." she said behind her back. I threw the paintbrush in my hand: "Don't come in casually!" "But..." She covered her eyes with the back of her hand, twitched the corner of her mouth, and cried. Seeing her expression like this made me even more anxious. "Get out!" I yelled, "Stay out of my way!" "I'm leaving now, but please, just take a bite."

"I've said it, I don't want to eat it. Leave me alone!" "But you... you haven't eaten anything these two days, you will die if you do this." "I won't die yet, but I'm not far from death. There's not much left, so I can't waste precious time on frivolous things!" "Eat a little." "do not bother me." I picked up the brush and faced the drawing board again, and this action also made me feel that time was precious.At this time, she reached out and took the panel from the side. "give me back!" "It's better not to paint this kind of painting!" She threw the drawing board on the floor and stepped on it with her feet.

"What are you doing?" I pushed her away. Her head hit the wall and she crouched down with a groan.My hand reaches for her neck.She didn't resist at all, she just rolled her eyes and looked up at me: "You want to kill me?" I didn't speak, I wanted to add strength.At this moment, another severe pain started in my head, stronger than ever before, I hugged my head and rolled over in pain. I don't know how long the headache lasted, and when I woke up I found myself lying on the ground.It felt a little different from before, like the camera was in focus, and I felt sane.

Ah Hui looked at me worriedly: "Are you... all right?" "Hmm..." I slowly straightened up and looked at her again.At that moment, I felt a burst of stimulation as if I had been grabbed by the scalp.Even I would understand that a kind of desire similar to sexual desire spewed out.Her face, her body, beckons me. "Undress." I said. She was taken aback: "Huh?" "I'll make you undress!" I repeated, "All off!" She didn't ask why, and started to take off her clothes until she stood in front of me naked like a puppet: "Is this okay?"

"Lie there." I picked up my new sketchbook and started writing.A few lines outline her appearance.I was sure I could draw, and I can draw now. "Drawing board, go buy a new drawing board." I looked at the finished sketch and said, "There are still paints. Start from scratch, and you throw away all the garbage in the house." She put on her clothes and didn't go out right away. I yelled: 'Dawdling what?Hurry up!Do you want my inspiration gone? " She said: "I'll go right away, you can eat at this time, I made a sandwich. Please." "Sandwich?" I frowned.Tears flowed from her eyes.No way, I nodded: "Understood, I will eat. I can't starve to death before this painting is finished."

"I'm leaving." She seemed relieved and walked out the door. On this day, I devoted all my energy to painting her nude.This is the first time in months that I have personally experienced the creative story.I don't know why this change happened, obviously it has something to do with the intense headache.Maybe it was the part of Junichi Naruse that remained inside me that gave off the last gleam before disappearing—if so, drawing this painting would be proof that Junichi Naruse is alive. How much time is left for me?