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"That's what you wanted in the first place, so you still have to pretend it wasn't it?" Song Shihe mercilessly interrupted him, because Ji Yusheng's repeated questions reminded him of the sadness and disappointment of that year again, and he was filled with grief and indignation, so he said it out His voice also became more indifferent, as if the rain outside the window enveloped this sentence, making it lose the warmth it should have.

Ji Yusheng anxiously sat closer, trying to argue, but the seat belt pushed him back desperately, just like Song Shihe kept pushing him away.He tried his best to move forward, but no matter how hard he tried, it was still in vain, like a bird that couldn't escape the cage.

"I never wanted that, I wanted—"

I want to devote all my efforts to art like you, I want to break the "rule" that traps imagination with you, I want to break those locks with you, soar freely, I want to be with you Witness the enduring and immortality of art.

But before these things were said, Song Shihe forcefully stuffed them back with a ruthless sentence.

"Everyone has their own path, and your path, you don't have to share it with me, I'm not interested in knowing."

"The reason I say this is just to hope that you will stop kidding yourself."

What do you mean stop deceiving yourself?Before Ji Yusheng could digest this sentence, Song Shihe dealt him a harder blow.

"I don't have to pay back the money for the clothes. Although I have resigned and have no ability to publish any more works, I am not so down that I can't even buy a decent dress for a customer."

Then he turned his head ruthlessly and said:

"It's almost here, pack up and get ready to get off."

I remember Song Shihe said that a rainbow is a bridge connecting different times. Ji Yusheng raised his eyes and looked at the misty sky, thinking that a rainbow could suddenly appear, really thinking that it was true, really thinking that a rainbow could let him live in this moment. Bridge, take him back in time.

Ji Yusheng withdrew his thoughts from the window, blinked vigorously, and bit his lip.He tried his best to control his emotions, so that he would not be too sad and collapsed, and would not lose his temper when facing the children later.He regretted following, because it seemed like he was just vigorously throwing their last memories on the cold hard floor, adding more cracks to the bottle of memories.

As soon as the car arrived at the Children's Welfare Institute, a fat, but still petite and lovely woman with half gray hair came out dragging a few children. Seeing them, Song Shihe immediately lowered the car window and greeted them with a smile. Full of enthusiasm, completely gone from the indifference just now.

"Dean Chen, long time no see."

Dean Chen waved at him, eyes narrowed, and the children around the dean started to quarrel after seeing Song Shihe, scrambling to shout "brother, brother" to greet Song Shihe, and Song Shihe also waved to them He waved his hands, gave them a high-five from a distance, and shouted:

"I brought a lot of things today. I'll bring them to you after I park the car. Don't just run into the parking lot, just wait there obediently!"

Ji Yusheng feels that Song Shihe has not changed, he still loves this world tenderly, all that remains unchanged is his attitude towards himself, and this change, like the acceleration of the earth's rotation and the melting of an iceberg, can never be reversed.

After the car was parked, Dean Chen greeted her. Song Shihe briefly introduced Ji Yusheng to her as "a friend who also wants to come and help." After taking it away, Ji Yusheng saw the white drawing paper pressed under it, and the paint placed under the back seat of the car. Seeing these, he immediately turned to look at Song Shihe, only to find that Song Shihe was also looking at him. Looking at each other, they both froze.After a while, Ji Yusheng slowly looked away, looked into the car and said:

"these are...?"

Song Shihe just opened his lips and before he could answer, Ji Yusheng heard a childish voice saying:

"It's Lele's drawing paper!"

Hearing the sound, Ji Yusheng looked down and saw two girls, the shorter one was wearing a polka-dot red dress with two ponytails, and the older girl was dragging her in a floral dress.The little girl in a polka-dot red dress looked at him with sparkling eyes and said:

"It's the drawing paper that Brother He bought for Lele!"

After saying this, Lele raised her hands and said happily:

"Lele can draw flowers and houses!"

Song Shihe touched Lele's head and said with a smile:

"Is Lele also going to draw a family portrait in the welfare home this time?"

"Yes, I want Brother He to accompany me to draw! I also want to listen to the story!" Lele nodded vigorously, then let go of the other girl's hand and Song Shihe's clothes, trying to pull him in to tell the story , and draw with her.

Song Shihe knelt down, held Lele's hand, and said, "Okay, I'll tell you a story, and then I'll draw with you." Then he raised his head and said:

"Yueyi, can you help take the remaining drawing paper in? I'll take Lele in first."

The girl named "Yueyi" nodded obediently and said:

"Ok."

Song Shihe straightened up, dragged Lele, and said to Ji Yusheng:

"Yueyi will take you in later."

Ji Yusheng took the remaining bags and nodded his head.After Song Shihe left, Ji Yusheng and Yue Yi took out the remaining things and moved them in.

Feeling awkward in the silence, Ji Yusheng asked while packing his things:

"Does Mr. Song come here often?"

Yueyi took a few smaller bags, nodded and said:

"It's not that I come often, but I come when it's a festival."

"Ah, so."

"Oh," Yueyi suddenly remembered something and said, "My brother will come here often in spring."

"spring?"

Yueyi gave a "hmm" and said:

"Yes, it's around April. There are obviously no festivals, but I will come here often."

"Will spring come often?" Ji Yusheng murmured.

"Then he usually comes here to give something?"

"Well, he also tells us stories."

Ji Yusheng paused holding the object, "Tell a story?"

"Well, Brother He knows a lot, especially the stories hidden in the paintings. He often tells us fairy tales, which are very interesting! We look forward to his arrival every time."

Yueyi's words evoked Ji Yusheng's memories. He remembered that he had taken Song Shihe's class before, and he always liked to listen to him tell the stories in the paintings, from the painter's life to the stories in the paintings, to the details of every symbol. Origin, Song Shihe can always turn the theoretical analysis, which is as boring as a bird with its wings down and resting lazily for a day, into something as interesting as spreading its wings and flying, which makes him intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

He couldn't help but smile knowingly and said:

"Well, Mr. Song is indeed rich in knowledge, and he can always help those boring things that can't spread their wings to have wings that can fly."

After chatting with Yueyi for a while, Ji Yusheng followed Yueyi into the orphanage. When he got to the door, Ji Yusheng saw a very beautiful and bright painting on the wall next to the entrance of the orphanage. He couldn't help holding the big bag Xiaobao walked over to watch.The paintings on the walls are created with bright yellow as the main color. The main elements are children holding hands tightly and forming a circle, with sunflowers planted between them.Looking at the sunflower on the painting alone, the layers of petals are full of three-dimensionality, and the shadows of the petals and leaves also make the whole painting look very real. There is a strange thing in it, that is, the twisted stems and leaves under the flowers, which are in harmony with the whole painting The optimistic and uplifting theme is a bit inconsistent, but this may just be the artist's ingenuity to reveal his personal characteristics through these ingenuity, so that his sunflowers will be more distinctive.

While admiring the painting, Ji Yusheng's attention was suddenly attracted by the signature on the lower right corner of the wall. Taking a closer look, Ji Yusheng found a somewhat scribbled signature. Ji Yusheng thought about the word "Xiang", and felt that this was more like the name of the work than a signature.

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I saw lovely flowers on the side of the road, but the light couldn't come in.