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He Yuxiu returned home in a daze, and sat in the study, unable to calm down for a long time. Like before, he picked up a pen and tried to draw something calm, but his hands were still shaking.

He threw away the pen, and slammed his fist on the table, a sharp pain passed down that hand, instantly forcing the corners of his eyes to turn red.

"He can say such a thing..." Surrounded by thousands of lights and a river of stars in the water, Xie Zhiwen looked at He Yuxiu who was drunk and didn't care to look at the beautiful scenery around him. He just sighed and said to him: "Go back Go home, don't think about him, he's not worth it."

"Home?" He Yuxiu lay on the table, was silent for a while, and asked, "Where is home?"

"Zhiwen, I have nothing now..."

Xie Zhiwen paused, and then said: "Who said, you still have me, mine is yours, today is New Year's Eve, you shouldn't be drinking here, go, go to my house for New Year's Eve dinner."

He Yuxiu had a sore nose, so she lay down on the table unable to say anything, and was dragged up by Xie Zhiwen and went to his house in an instant.

Xie's house hung up a lot of red lanterns, which looked extraordinarily festive. Several servants were busy, but it was a bit of a New Year's atmosphere. He Yuxiu looked around, feeling a little envious.

"Oh, you still know how to come back, why do you come back so late on New Year's Eve, you don't know how to go home..."

Before Xie Zhiwen entered the door, he heard his mother's nagging, he sighed helplessly, and shouted: "Mom..."

Jie's mother raised the curtain, and just when she was about to speak, she saw He Yuxiu. She was obviously taken aback for a moment, and then smiled: "Yo, Yuxiu is here too, come here, come in quickly."

Xie's mother exchanged pleasantries with him, and then ordered someone to bring out another pair of bowls and chopsticks.

"I didn't know you were coming, so I made something casually, I don't know if it suits your taste, you can try it..."

After all, he was a guest, and after all, he spoke politely. He Yuxiu said "OK", and then put some food in his mouth.

He really couldn't taste the taste of that dish, but tears were forced out a little, he forcefully held back, nodded and said: "It's delicious."

After they had eaten for a while, Jie's mother looked up at the window, put down her chopsticks, and said, "Hey, it's time, let's set off some fireworks too."

There was crackling in the courtyard, the fireworks exploded, deafening, accompanied by the lanterns hanging inside and outside the house, it looked very beautiful, the fire was flickering, a smell of gunpowder diffused, the courtyard was full of smoke, everyone cheered and applauded Laughing at the fireworks blooming in the night.

He Yuxiu looked at the red scurf all over the floor, his eyes suddenly felt a little swollen and painful.

The sound of firecrackers reminds passers-by, don't make another country your hometown.

Although Ningpu is big, there is no room for him.

When the old one was burnt out and the new one was about to be ignited, he took advantage of the gap and said softly, "Zhiwen, I'm leaving."

Xie Zhiwen turned his head and glanced at him, and asked him, "Don't stay for a while? There are still big fireworks."

He Yuxiu said, "I'm going back to Kyoto."

Xie Zhiwen was stunned for a moment, but then he understood. He looked at his side face and said, "That's fine."

He Yuxiu said, "You have to take care."

Xie Zhiwen patted him on the shoulder and said, "You too, I will go to Kyoto to talk to you some other day."

"I'm leaving."

The night wind swayed slightly, He Yuxiu braved the wind and left Xie Zhiwen's house, Xie Zhiwen stood in front of the hall, looked at his back, and looked at the fireworks outside, in a daze for a long time.

Jie's mother followed him, stood beside him, looked in the direction of He Yuxiu's departure, and asked, "Zhiwen, will he go back to Ningpu again after he left this time?"

The fireworks exploded in the distance, Xie Zhiwen glanced at the fireworks, sighed a long time, and said: "Those who watch the lights in the world, look outside the lights; those who watch fireworks, look outside the fireworks. I always feel that the world is in turmoil, and his jade is broken here, and I am afraid that he will never come back in this life."

On the rumbling train, He Yuxiu watched Ningpu disappearing before her eyes little by little outside the window, feeling like she had a long, long dream.

But this dream was too painful, too painful, so painful that he couldn't help crying as long as he thought about it for a while.

The wind in Kyoto was dry and strong, and he couldn't help sneezing as soon as he got off the train. When he got home, he developed a high fever. He thought it was just a common cold, but the strange thing is that he was sick for three months. as long as.

He Shangmin felt strange, closed the door and asked the doctor: "Doctor, what is wrong with my nephew?"

The doctor shook his head and sighed: "The pulse condition is normal. He shouldn't be sick. He hasn't recovered after three months of medication. I can only say that he may have a heart attack."

At night, He Shangmin sat in front of his bed and asked: "What's on your mind, don't keep it in your heart, tell your uncle."

He Yuxiu forced a smile, "Don't worry, what can I worry about?"

"No? That's not what I saw. Don't worry, did someone bully you when you were in Ningpu?"

"No, I deserve it."

All kinds of things in the past are not without cause and effect, but going around, it has become a mess, and it is impossible to tell who is right and who is wrong.

He Shangmin frowned, suddenly remembered those gossips, and couldn't help asking him: "Are you with...that murderer..."

He Yuxiu turned her head away and said, "I don't know him."

"I haven't said who that person is?"

He Yuxiu was silent.

He Shangmin glanced at him, and said, "Learn from a pit and gain wisdom. In the future, be careful in everything and don't be deceived by others. You are still so young, and there is still a long way to go."

Is there still a way?

He Yuxiu lay on the bed, raised her arms, looked at her hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "Uncle, I can no longer draw."

He Shangmin stroked the scar on his hand and asked, "Son, do you have to draw?"

He Yuxiu lowered her head with a gloomy expression.

Seeing him like this, He Shangmin couldn't help sighing, and said, "You, you really look like your father..."

"Do you know what your father drew best when he was alive?"

"Of course it's plum blossom, everyone calls him 'Mei Lang'."

"Then do you know that the best plum he draws is the left-handed plum?"

He Yuxiu was stunned, "You mean..."

"It's never too late to start learning at any time, don't be discouraged, your right hand is broken, don't you still have your left hand? The big deal is to start from scratch. If you can't do it in a day, it will be a month. If you can't do it in a month, it will be a year. Day after day, year after year Years, one day, you will find that your left hand is actually not bad."

He Yuxiu suddenly had a sore nose, "Can I?"

"You should ask yourself this, Yuxiu, do you have the courage to start over?"

He Yuxiu's eyes fell on his left hand. This hand, which had been neglected all this time, seemed to be taken seriously again at this moment. His heartbeat suddenly became much faster, and many images kept flashing in his mind. He remembered many things. A beautiful moment of painting.

For this moment, all the efforts seem to be worth it.

He nodded slowly but firmly, "Yes."

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