Early in the morning, Yi Hui finished watering the flowers and set up the easel in the yard. Just sitting down, he suddenly sneezed.

Jiang Yimang came out with his schoolbag on his back: "Have you caught a cold again? It seems to have cooled down today. You should go back to the house and paint."

Yi Hui rubbed his nose: "No, it's itchy nose."

"That's someone thinking of you from afar." Jiang Yimang said with a smile, "The more you sneeze, the more thoughtful that person is."

When the words fell, Yi Hui sneezed two more times.

The health of this body is not very good. Just in case, Yi Hui soaked Bao Banlangen. The granule is bitter and sweet. He drank it three times and five times. Only the sweetness he liked was left.

Jiang Xuemei went to work, Jiang Yimang went to school, and the family was a little deserted. Yi Hui drew up the outline of a painting, and just as he was about to start writing after adjusting the color, the phone rang.

Tang Wenxi said straight to the point: "Did you call me last night?"

Yi Hui put the pen down and covered the palette: "Well, someone else picked it up."

"Oh, oh, a friend, who had dinner together last night, rubbed his car back, and fell asleep in the car."

Yi Hui actually knew who was answering the phone. Seeing Tang Wenxi's haha, he didn't want to say anything, so he didn't ask, and said directly to the subject: "I was halfway through painting yesterday, and I remembered a kind of paint I saw in the capital before, the Academy of Fine Arts. Available nearby.”

Tang Wenxi knew what he wanted to ask when he heard it: "Let me buy it and send it to you, right? No problem, tell me the brand and color number, and I'll buy it later."

Yi Hui thanked him, but still felt that it was too troublesome: "Last time I went to the capital, I was in a hurry, otherwise I would have bought it myself."

Talking about this, Tang Wenxi got angry: "Wow, you were in a hurry last time, everyone went to the art exhibition site, and they didn't come to play with me. They took their paintings and ran away. It's a loss for me to eat some lunch somewhere. You have already thought about the dishes, tell me, will your conscience not hurt?"

Yi Hui raised his hand and touched the position of his heart: "It doesn't seem to hurt..."

"Pfft—" Tang Wenxi laughed out loud, "You won't really touch your heart, will you?"

Yi Hui put down his hands embarrassedly: "I'm really sorry last time, I wanted to go home quickly when I got the painting, but when I got to the airport, I didn't think I was looking for you..."

"Don't say it, don't say it," Tang Wenxi seemed to be unable to bear it. "The more you talk, the more you realize that I have no place in your heart, not even a small corner... Humble, I want to cry."

If it was in the past, Yi Hui must have thought that he was going to cry. After getting along for a while, he got used to the normal brain's ability to process information and learned to distinguish which words were joking, so he would not panic.

For example, now, he smiled with frowning eyes, and said to the phone: "Then come, come and cry in my arms."

Tang Wenxi didn't have time to come.

He was a graduate student, and his tutor was very strict. He often pointed to his paintings and said, "My three-year-old grandson can draw this kind of thing." This made Tang Wenxi very depressed. The old man is clearly holding one by one, and by belittling his own paintings, he is promoting the artistic talent of his little grandson.

Every time he heard Tang Wenxi's tutor speak, Yi Hui couldn't help laughing, as if he had been tapped to laugh, but he laughed without sound. Tang Wenxi cut the next topic, and he didn't know that the other end of the phone was still holding his stomach and laughing.

So Tang Wenxi got a lot of attention. Every time he finished talking on the phone, he sent a text message to ask Yi Hui if he remembered what he said on the phone. Yi Hui typed and replied like a report, consolidating his memory by the way: learn online shopping, buy a digital tablet.

The matter of online shopping was mentioned on the phone just now. Tang Wenxi said that if he encounters things that he can't buy around, he can learn to buy online, so that he doesn't rush to find paints, and learns about board painting first.

Yi Hui was already very interested when he heard that he could draw pictures connected to a computer and save the pictures directly in the computer.

It's not that I haven't heard of this thing before, but I knew I was clumsy and didn't want to trouble others, so I kept putting it off. Now he is not afraid, not afraid of not understanding, not afraid of being wrong, and his courage has gradually increased.

The last time I went to the capital, Jiang Xuemei was worried that he would go alone at first, and he was also apprehensive. The result was quite smooth, and he did not go the wrong way and was not kidnapped, but the process of taking the painting was a little twisted .

Thinking of what happened at the exhibition, Yi Hui reflexively curled his shoulders and arms, and his body stepped back, until his back touched the wall, and he suddenly recovered.

I won't meet him again, Yi Hui let out a sigh of relief, and said to himself in his heart, as long as he doesn't go to the capital or S city, it's impossible to meet him again.

Today's online shopping system is developed, and in less than 24 hours, the newly bought hand-painted board will arrive.

The courier pick-up point in the town is near the middle school. Yi Hui rode his bicycle at home to pick up Jiang Yimang first, and then took her to pick up the courier.

Yi Hui had never ridden a car very much, and with people in the back seat, he rode crookedly like drawing a curve on the ground. Jiang Yimang grabbed his clothes nervously: "Can you do it, or let me down and go by yourself."

After all, he got home smoothly. Yi Hui locked the car, raised the back of his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Because he had overcome another difficulty, he curled his lips and smiled.

In order to thank Jiang Yimang for taking him to the express delivery point to identify the door, and for lending him the computer, Yi Hui pressed the hand-painted board to receive the first job, which was to draw Jiang Yimang's avatar.

"The eyes should be big, the skin should be white, a big golden wave, tied with a blue bow, the expression is... just cute, draw a heart in the corner of the eye, a small one will do, the overall style is best to be a goddess Fan Er is the kind with sharp eyes and looks very cold and hard to approach."

After listening to her request, Yi Hui was confused and couldn't imagine what a cold goddess with a blue bow and a loving heart would look like.

Seeing that he was in a dilemma, Jiang Yimang gave a second choice, "If this doesn't work, you can help me draw a Q version of Heng Heng, and I'll post it in the super chat..."

"Okay." Before she could finish speaking, Yi Hui hurriedly responded, "The cute and cool goddess, no problem."

Although the requirements may sound a bit outrageous, it is not difficult to draw, and Yi Hui, who Tang Wenxi said on the phone as "the same origin of cardboard and paper", can also understand it.

Once put it in, time flies quickly. just got used to the drawing method of the hand-painted board, and drew a rough outline on the screen. It was getting dark.

Yi Hui put down his pen, put on his coat, opened the door, and trotted to Aunt Qiu's house next door, picking up a few big fat geese.

I don't know if all animals have feelings for people after a long time, but these geese have never bit Yi Hui, and they will flap their wings with joy when they see Yi Hui walking away with a small bamboo pole.

The three geese came to the river alone. Yi Hui sat down on the dwarf embankment and had nothing to do. He took out his mobile phone to check the geese's habits and turned to a forum post. How painful, someone said that the goose bit the meat and twisted it hard, and the scar still remains on the buttocks.

Yi Hui smiled and laughed silently, except for a short breath in his throat. After laughing and looking up at the big white goose eating grass by the river, suddenly realized that wish to raise a small animal in the past has been fulfilled so easily.

The purpose of his desire to keep a pet is very simple. He hopes to have a living creature by his side, and when it is cold, he can get together with him to warm each other.

Others can only see that his family is superior. Even if he is paralyzed at home and becomes an incompetent waste all his life, he does not need to worry about his livelihood, let alone toil for a full meal and a shelter that can shelter from the wind and rain.

But no one knew how frightened he was to live in such a big house by himself. When he woke up at night, his eyes were pitch black, and he could only reach out to touch the cold mattress. The only response to him was his own echo.

That's why he cherished that person's time at home very much. He was reluctant to close his eyes and waste time sleeping. He would rather resist being sleepy and lie beside the bed and watch the person quietly, begging for time to go slower, and then Slow down, it's best to let him keep the temperature quietly enough, so that when the person leaves, the long years of a person will not be so difficult.

When returning the goose, Yi Hui was still a little reluctant. He patted the head of the youngest goose across the fence, and Aunt Qiu, who was beside him, said: "Our goose chases and pecks when it sees outsiders, especially this one. Only, it is so fierce that your Uncle Qiu dare not approach it, only you can touch its head."

Yi Hui is happy for this "fate", to the extent that he is expected to travel to another body after his death and start a new life.

Everything is new, and he still has a lot to do and a long way to go.

On the way home, Yi Hui walked lightly and walked to the door. He heard laughter and laughter from inside, and smelled the aroma of food in his nostrils. He even thought about what Aunt Qiu said, "It seems that there are people from outside the town today." Forget it.

After showing the line draft to Party A, Miss Jiang Yimang, after receiving affirmation and praise, Yi Hui sat down at the dining table and quietly beat the draft in his heart, preparing to announce his intention to sell paintings online to make money during meal time.

The Jiang family's conditions were average, and the family had paid a lot for his illness, so it was time for him to do something. Plate painting is different from hand painting, it is not so easy to leave a distinct personal style and should not be recognized.

When the food was served, the steam was steaming, Yi Hui was about to open his mouth when there was a knock on the iron door outside.

"Who is it?" Jiang Xuemei asked out the window.

There was no answer at the door, and he knocked three times, neither light nor heavy.

"Maybe it's my classmate who agreed to come and play at our house for the next two days." Jiang Yimang hurriedly opened the door, dropped the spoon that had scooped up half a bowl of soup, and almost burned his hand with the hot soup.

Yi Hui got up and said, "I'm going to open the door, sit down and be careful."

When he walked to the door and put his hand on the doorknob, Yi Hui was still pondering how to say Jiang Xuemei was easier to accept, and Dr. Liu had to mention it. He didn't know if he liked selling his paintings to make money.

He opened the door absentmindedly, and with a low-wattage street lamp hanging from the beam of the door, the tall and straight figure in front of him first caught his eye.

The gaze is upward, followed by the sharp jaw, the two thin lips slightly opened, and the handsome and deep eyebrows.

He seemed to be on his way at night, his usual neat and crisp coat became wrinkled, and the fabric on his shoulders was covered with a thin layer of night dew.

The eyes that were often illuminated by the light were now full of red blood, and a few strands of black hair wet with dew fell on the blade-like eyebrows, leading people to look at the wound on his forehead that had not yet healed.

Even though he tried his best to avoid it, Yi Hui still saw the bruise on his face, which caused nightmares for several nights in a row. The dream is full of a scene of a person whose face cannot be seen falling from a height. After waking up, the heart is unbalanced and beating wildly, and it can't be pulled away for a long time.

Now that this person is standing in front of him, Yi Hui's mind is blank, and he can't think about anything.

He saw the corners of the man's mouth rise slowly, bringing up an extremely relaxed smile, and the exhaustion on his face seemed to be swept away.

Immediately, he was pulled forward vigorously and fell into the arms of the man.

A pair of powerful arms firmly encircled his body, and the closely intertwined posture allowed him to feel the rushing and undulating chest of the other side without any cover, as well as the hot breath snorting in his ears.

"I found you." Zhou Jinheng's mouth was pressed against Yi Hui's hair on his temples, almost greedily asking for the long-awaited familiar smell from him, and whispered, "I found you."