Chapter 33: Blind Painter

　　 Hearing Lily's voice on his shoulders, Charles looked in the direction of her.
A few tens of meters in front of 　　 Street is a square, which is full of people and there are many roadside stalls similar to barbecues.
　　 "Is this a pedestrian street in Dihai?" Charles walked over.
　　 bought a bag of milk stewed oysters for Lily, and Charles walked into the lively square.
　　 It seems to be a local market, where various food and various performances emerge in endlessly, and Lily's eyes are about to see the flowers.
Just as Charles unknowingly strolled to the edge of the square, a hideous blind man with sunglasses appeared in front of him. The flesh and skin on his face were glued to each other, which looked like some kind of burn, this horrible face. Among the handsome men and women around, they seemed so out of place.
　　 There is also a sign under the feet of the blind. It is written with an oil painting, one piece of 100 echoes.
　　 Looking at the blind man’s cracked cloak, Charles guessed that his business was not very good, but it was, who would find a blind man to paint.
　　 The blind man cowered and squatted beside his drawing board, unspeakably pitiful in the lively surroundings.
　　 At this moment, three young people with shoulders and backs walked by and kicked on the drawing board. Seeing the blind man squatting on the ground picking up things, the three laughed presumptuously.
　　 When Charles saw that everyone around him ignored this happening, he didn't even bother to look at it, his brows frowned slightly. "The people on this island are not only weird, but they are really cold."
　　The kind-hearted Lily couldn't see it, and rushed up with the mouse, sorting the blind man's drawing paper.
　　 Feeling someone is helping him, the disfigured blind man suddenly burst into tears. "Why! Why am I so unfortunate!!"
　　 Charles walked over and thought for a while and said to the blind man: "Don't cry, please draw a picture for me."
　　 Seeing that there is business, the blind man ignored his sadness, so he sniffed and stood up quickly.
　　 "Sir, please sit here." He bumped a folding chair out from behind the drawing board.
　　 Watching the blind man adjust the paint skillfully, Charles has a hint of curiosity in his heart. A blind man can’t even see, how does he paint?
　　 Just as Charles was thinking about this question, the blind man turned the palette and touched Charles' face with his hands.
　　 "Mogu painting?" A thought just came out of Charles' mind. The blind man has picked up the paintbrush and started to paint.
　　 This aroused Charles's interest. He wanted to know how the blind man's technique was.
　　 A few minutes later, the blind man stopped the paintbrush in his hand, took the work off the drawing board, and presented it to Charles respectfully.
　　 "Hah!" The nervous Charles kicked over the folding chair, and quickly stepped back three steps, subconsciously touching the holster with his right hand.
　　 On that canvas is not Charles but the vivid Anna!
　　 The sound of the folding chair falling to the ground immediately caught the blind painter's attention, and he touched this side with a panic on his face.
　　 "Sir, don't I draw something like it? Don't leave. I haven't eaten for three days. Give me a little bit. Have mercy on me."
　　 Charles took the painting with a complicated expression, took out a few hundred yuan echo notes and put them in his hand.
　　 Feeling the touch in his hand, the blind man's terrifying face suddenly showed ecstasy, and he bowed deeply in the direction of Charles. "Sir, thank you for your pity for me, a poor man. May grandma bless you."
　　 "You can read minds?" Charles asked, holding the drawing paper.
　　 "No no, it's just some useless abilities that come out after the eyes are blinded." The blind man huddled aside humbly, his face was pleased.
　　 Charles' fingers slowly crossed Anna's face, and the imaginary memories flooded up in his mind.
　　 "Gao Zhiming, I like you, can I be your girlfriend?"
　　 "Gao Zhiming, stop playing games, I'm much more fun than games."
　　 "It's okay, isn't it just going to the bottom of the earth? What a big deal, with me with you, we must go out!!"
　　 Charles's expression was slightly distorted, and his violent hands grasped the edge of the drawing paper with force.
　　 Lily jumped on Charles's shoulder, "Mr. Charles, who is this sister, so beautiful."
　　 Just when one person was talking with one mouse, the blind man raised his chin and kept sniffing something with his nose.
　　 Charles, who had not made up his mind to tear up the painting in the end, slowly rolled up the painting and put it in his arms, and said with a melancholy expression: "Let's go, Lily, we're going back."
　　 The blind man behind him was about to raise his hand and shout, but he seemed to be scrupulous about something and finally said nothing.
　　On the way back, Lily clearly felt that Mr. Charles was a little absent-minded, and the white mouse immediately guessed that it was related to the portrait.
　　 "Is it the same as in the drama, that elder sister had an earth-shattering relationship with Mr. Charles, and then she ruthlessly abandoned Mr. Charles??"
　　 After Charles returned to the hotel, three more envelopes were pushed and placed at the door. This time, the two sailors and the kitchen help left.
　　 plus the dead, the crew of the entire one-man show is almost gone.
　　 "These people are a little too anxious. They resigned as soon as they were safe. Why don't they wait to return to Coral Island~EbookFREE.me~ Charles pushed the door and walked in.
　　 lit the oil lamp, and Char took out the picture in his arms and stared at it for a while, then clipped her drawing paper into the voyage diary.
　　 took out the pen from his chest, Char began to write the voyage diary, but before writing a few words, another envelope was stuffed in the crack of the door.
　　 "I want to disembark and speak directly in front of me!"
　　 Then there was no movement outside the door, and Char, with an ugly face, walked over and took a look at the envelope.
　　 When he saw Dip written on it, his expression immediately became serious. "Lily, come out with me."
　　 Lily jumped on Charles' shoulder again, and the brown rats followed like a carpet.
　　 "Mr. Charles, why are we going out again?"
　　 "Something is wrong, that kid Dip is in danger."
　　 "Huh?" Lily's eyes widened.
　　 Charles opened the letter and shook it in front of her. "It is absolutely impossible for him to write this thing. That kid is an orphan. He can't even recognize the words, so how could he write a resignation letter! This thing is forged by others!"
　　 Charles, who reacted, also found that the previous resignation letter was wrong.
　　 If the crew members don’t want to do it, most of them leave directly, and the ones who have a better relationship will say farewell in person like Old John, and those who write a letter of resignation are definitely in the minority.
　　 And the beautiful swashes are not at all like those written by the big five and three thick people who ask for life at sea.
When he came to the street and looked at the islanders around him, Charles felt something was wrong everywhere. He said to Lily on his shoulders: "Your mice are scattered, and you can find what can be found on the Unicorn. Everyone is calling."
　　 "Okay!" Lily squeaked twice, and the brown carpet on the ground instantly spread.