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Sensing that someone opened the door and came in, Meng Yixing turned his head and looked over.

Nan Yizui changed into a pair of slippers, put the car keys on the table casually, and said to him, "I'm back, do you have anything to eat?"

Meng Yixing was startled, and he said flatly, "There's some left in the refrigerator."

The corners of Nan Yizui's mouth curled up: "That's great. I'm very busy tonight, so I'm hungry now."

He took the refrigerator away, and sure enough, he saw a box of vegetables. He took it to the kitchen, opened the rice cooker, and the rice.He put a bowl of rice next to the vegetables, and then put it in the microwave to heat it up.

When he came out with his supper, Meng Yixing had already returned to his room.

There was nothing unexpected about Nan Yizui, he was in a good mood and sat at the dining table, eating with a big mouthful.

A look of satisfaction appeared on a somewhat tired face.

Next, Meng Yixing repeated this kind of life tomorrow, cooking in this house and taking him to the hospital, and coming back to this house to sleep at night.

When Meng Yixing was with Nan Jia'an in the hospital, many people came to visit Nan Jia'an one after another. They were all relatives of Nan's family who were far or near.

And he was really introduced as Nan Jiaan's son.

Fortunately, the Nan family is peaceful and quiet, and those who come will not stay for too long.

He still prefers to chat with Nan Jiaan, or draw quietly.

Originally, he just listened to Nan Jiaan's words and tried to play around.

I didn't expect that during this month, I would draw whenever I had time, making progress day by day, and becoming more and more handsome.

As Nan Jiaan hoped, he could enjoy the process of painting.The originally noisy and chaotic heart found peace when painting.

On the second day after being transferred to the general ward, Nan Jiaan regained his strength. He watched Meng Yixing draw, and his hands were itchy, so he asked him to bring a drawing book for him to draw.

On the third day, Nan Jiaan was able to get out of bed, but she didn't have much strength, so she had to go out in a wheelchair to relax.

They were under the tree behind the hospital, drawing pictures.

Meng Yixing bowed his head to draw his roses, while Nan Jiaan drew him while sitting in a wheelchair.

Unlike the previous one, his eyes in the second painting are less melancholy, and he is calm and at ease while painting.

Compared with his previous hobbies of doing housework and growing vegetables, painting is different in that it can express himself.

Nan Jia'an stayed in the hospital for a month before leaving the hospital and returning to Nan's old house.

From that month on, Meng Yixing began to try to draw people.

In the last week of that month, Meng Yixing plucked up the courage to paint Nan Jiaan.

Nan Jia'an in his paintings is weak and gentle.

Nan Jiaan stared at the painting seriously, with a faint smile on his face.

He told Meng Yixing that he was very glad that he also fell in love with painting and could express it with painting.

Just three days later, on a very cool Saturday in autumn, everyone from the Nan family came back.

Drink afternoon tea in the courtyard in front of the old house.The two children were muttering and whispering on the grass.

Meng Yixing was sitting on the grass not far away to draw, and he was about to stand up to show Nan Jia'an when he finished.

He walked towards Nan Jia'an who was sitting on the stone chair, and just called Dad.

Nan Jia'an raised his head when he heard his voice, suddenly, his expression was a bit wrong, and then fell down under Meng Yixing's flustered eyes.

This time, he never woke up again.

Waiting like years outside the emergency room, Meng Yixing thought that he would wake up again as long as he waited like last time.

But the doctor came out of the emergency room and issued a critical illness notice.

Later, the unknown Baibu took him away.

Later, he was taken away by Nan Yizui.

In a daze, he was taken back to the house where they had lived together for several years.

He murmured, "Why did it just disappear..."

Nan Yizui felt a little uncomfortable, he lowered his eyes, gently wiped away the wet tears from the corners of his eyes, he didn't speak, he hugged him into his arms, and slowly stroked his back.

His hands could still feel the gradually icy touch.That's the one who never gets warm again.Meng Yixing hugged the warm person in front of him tightly, as if holding on to the last straw, afraid that he would lose the warmth of hugging himself, and be submerged in the icy sea of ​​air.

Nan Yizui felt that the clothes on his chest were wet, and the shoulders in his arms were trembling.

They embraced tightly in bed, and the silent night enveloped them, even when the darkness dissipated and dawn came.

After Nan Jiaan's funeral was over, he left with his luggage and the two paintings that Nan Jiaan had painted for him.

Before leaving, he bid farewell to Ms. Yang, who wanted to honor their previously agreed remuneration.

Meng Yixing refused.

He doesn't care about the result for what he came for in the first place, he has a good memory here.

He didn't want the memories of these three months with Nan Jia'an to turn into a deal.

Before the plane took off, he looked down at the chat interface with Nan Yizui.

He edited a sentence, his finger resting on top of the send.

The plane then played an announcement that the plane was about to take off.

He sighed and clicked out.

He clicked on the airplane mode, put away his phone, closed his eyes, and when he woke up again, he wanted to return to his life.

A different life than before.