Bai Bo did not remain silent for too long. He continued to speak according to the script as if he had been programmed: "Diane, I drew a portrait for you. Although it has not been completely completed... but it will be as long as this." Thank you for taking care of me for so long."
"You have been encouraging me all this time. I have never been so affirmed by anyone in my life. Thank you."
"Do you really think my painting is good?"
"Your paintings can arouse the deepest emotions in people's hearts. I like it very much." Ji Le replied wholeheartedly.
Bai Bo smiled and seemed very satisfied.
"If one person can identify with me like this, then the value of my efforts from the past to the present will be affirmed. They always say that my paintings are of no use at all, and think that I am doing useless work."
"That's because they don't know how to appreciate your paintings, and they don't understand that you are a very good creator." Ji Le said again from the bottom of his heart.
"However, because of my persistence, I have even entered psychiatric treatment. I am not sure whether everything I insist on is correct." Bai Bo was a little confused. "The long-term blow has made me lose my judgment and I can't tell whether it is right or wrong."
"You have to stick to your ideas. Your paintings are unparalleled. Filling your paintings with emotions is your greatest ability. Don't give up. Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer things that can arouse people's emotions, and your paintings are rare. One of them." Ji Le felt that Bai Bo was a little unconfident, but thinking about it, it was true that the general environment was like this. People around him thought he was sick, and he had no way of determining whether there was something wrong with him.
Ji Le can remain confident because he has not installed a terminal in his brain and has not been induced by the utopian system. He believes in his own judgment and believes that having rich emotions is not completely wrong. On the other hand, due to his personality, he is the first to only believe in his own feelings before there is any basis.
"But... I, many people praise my paintings to my face, but they are just perfunctory, or they know that doing so can stabilize my disease. But in fact, they don't think my paintings are useful at all, nor do they think I am not sick. Instead they thought I had what they saw as a mental illness.”
Ji Le frowned.
But for people like Bai Bo, a brain terminal has been installed since he was a child. His every emotion and mental state are monitored all the time. Once the system determines that there is a problem, he will be pulled for mental testing and treat.
In such an environment, it is not easy for him to persist in painting the paintings he likes.
Bai Bo has been suppressing his true temperament while being monitored. It would be strange if nothing goes wrong for a long time! The influence of the utopian system on him cannot be eliminated by Ji Le's words of comfort.
"Why do you like my paintings so much? Don't you want to stabilize my condition so you are perfunctory with me? I am just your patient. Why do you believe in me so much?"
"I'm not trying to deal with you. You have to believe me. Your painting skills are the best among people I've ever seen, because there is soul in your paintings." Ji Le could only patiently repeat his thoughts over and over again.
Bai Bo looked at Ji Le doubtfully. After being doubted for so long, someone suddenly appeared and affirmed him. For him, it was the light in the darkness.
Ji Le feels that the daily life of Nurse Diane and Bai Bo has now reappeared. Nurse Diane is the only one who agrees with Bai Bo, making Bai Bo feel that he is not as worthless as he thought.
So as Ji Le, who plays Diane, he knows what he wants to say.
"We have known each other for so long. Even strangers have become friends, right? I like your paintings very much. There is no other reason, just because you are really good at painting and deserve my praise."
Bai Bo's eyes gradually brightened.
"Thank you, thank you for affirming me, I will cheer up."
"You are not only my nurse, but also my only friend, and of course, my only light."
Bai Bo said with gratitude, his mouth opened and closed, but Ji Le gradually lost hearing.
Ji Le felt dizzy. When he came to his senses, he was standing in the oil painting-style corridor again. In front of him was a painted door with the house number 1003.
He looked at his hands, which had returned to his own size. The nurse uniform he was wearing was also gone, replaced by his own clothes.
Ji Le is herself now, no longer Nurse Diane.
The tenth floor.
It's like hell here.
There are only two colors in the whole layer, black and white.
The walls are white with some irregular black splashes of ink on them. The floor tiles under your feet are composed of black and white grids, and they continue to change colors over time. The windows were covered with black handprints, and black rain fell outside, blurring the scenery outside.
If the emotion to be expressed on the fifth level is peace, the sixth level is vitality, the seventh level is positivity, the eighth level is happiness, and the ninth level is leisure, then this tenth level can only give Ji Le a feeling of despair. Feel.
There is no positive emotion, at this level everything is dead, just black and white, and the white in the scene is slowly fading to black.
When the place turns completely black, there is deathly silence, and even despair does not exist.
"Bai Bo lacks everyone's approval the most, so I agree with his paintings on the lower layers, which is equivalent to passing the test of the lower layers." Ji Le guessed. "I guess Nurse Diane agreed with Bai Bo in this way at the beginning. It stands to reason that Bai Bo should have rekindled hope in his heart, but in fact, he chose to commit suicide. So what happened in the meantime?"
"In the past, Bai Bo never gave up on his paintings even in an environment where no one recognized him. So what kind of blow would make him lose all his colors?"
The environment on the tenth floor was extremely unstable. The white part disappeared and appeared, allowing Ji Le to tell that this was a hospital floor. But when the white turned to black, this floor no longer existed.
At the end of the corridor is Ward 1003. Just like the real hospital, the door is white, and the black font that says "1003" is slowly twisting and eroding the door.
"No matter what, I have to go to that ward and see the real Bai Bo."
Swish!
Suddenly, in mid-air in front of Ji Le, two pieces of floating text appeared on the left and right.
On the left are black words: I am hopeless and terminally ill.
The words on the right are in white: Help me!
Ji Le thought for a moment, then took a step forward and stepped on the white floor tiles. After standing still, he dug into his pocket.
Half a box of nutritional supplements and a few white wine-flavored pocky biscuits.
"The biscuits are limited to the uncle's family."
Ji Le put a pocky biscuit in his mouth, and then threw the nutritional supplement on the black floor tiles.
The black smoke that overflowed from the black floor tiles immediately swallowed up the nutrient solution, leaving no trace behind.
"White is harmless. You can pass by just stepping on the white floor tiles. In the same way, white words are also worthy of belief."
Ji Le looked at the white "Help me".
The future main beauty is asking him for help, he can't ignore it.
