because i'm pretty

When Li Yikai returned to the company, he didn't wait for Xiaoyuan who had something to say, but only saw a curly head sleeping soundly on the table.

He gently put a cup of caramel macchiato on the table. The design work is not busy these days, and being lazy occasionally does not violate Li Yikai's principles.

As a result, Yuan Zhiming's sleep became deeper and deeper, and the ups and downs of the back of his head became longer and longer. Director Li sat behind him and didn't say anything, and no one else would bother him.He slept until three o'clock in the afternoon. When he woke up, he felt guilty for a long time. When he saw the coffee on the table, he felt that he had failed the high expectations of the leader.

The leader is busy reviewing the contract and has no time to talk to him.

Yuan Zhiming clicked on WeChat, and saw that in the group without Li Yikai, Sun Shanshan was taking the lead in gossip. She was responsible for the quotation. Everyone could guess Li Yikai's concession. Brother Kevin.

It was rare for everyone to be free, and they discussed how to care for Li Yikai all afternoon. Yuan Zhiming glanced at each other for half an hour and replied. The last time, he found that these people had reached an agreement and decided to prepare a surprise for Li Yikai on Christmas. The project leader is Yuan Zhiming.

"Why me?" Yuan Zhiming himself learned the news only ten minutes late.

"Because you are the most creative" "Because you didn't have a serious discussion just now" "Because you are a newcomer, I will give you a chance to express yourself"...

In short, this matter is settled. Yuan Zhiming received an organizational task inexplicably, adding another task to his burdened mind and body, and it was difficult to refuse due to the enthusiastic atmosphere of the crowd.

It's all because Li Yikai is so sentimental every day.

When Li Yikai came back, he was panicked by a sad, straight stare.

"Uh, you said you had something to do this morning?" He asked tentatively.

"En", Yuan Zhiming nodded, curbed his grievances, and followed him to the small open-air balcony.

"I would like to take a leave of absence, maybe three to five days," he said.

Li Yikai immediately guessed: "Is it something at home?"

"Yes", Yuan Zhiming replied.

Li Yikai stood two steps away from him, looked at him and said, "If you want to take a few more days off, you can go back earlier. The health of your family is more important, and other things can wait."

"Don't be stressed about work, the company will understand."

There was too much weight on his heart, and Yuan Zhiming never thought of sharing it, and he knew that no one could solve it.But he suddenly gave up on himself and wanted to be a weak person in front of Li Yikai.

After being silent for a while, Yuan Zhiming took in a breath and then let it out, his chest collapsed like a deflated balloon.

"Before I always thought that dialysis was the worst outcome, but it can be stable for at least a few years. But recently, it was found that the liver also has complications." He sniffed, turned and looked outside: "It should be very painful, but he still doesn't He told me that he was going to have an operation, but lied to me that he was going to travel and wouldn't let me go home."

After Li Yikai listened to each word, he spoke calmly: "What is the specific disease? After you go back, ask the doctor to send me an examination report, and I will go to Jinghai Hospital to get you an expert number and ask."

"You also know that this is not a malignant terminal illness, and the current level of medical treatment will be stabilized. If it is a matter of money, I have something here that can be used in an emergency. I won't go around with you, and I will speak up if necessary. Zhou Xing's father also has a lot of public welfare The sponsor of the foundation, I asked him to help with consultation."

"Everything will be solved one by one. You have to learn to adapt and get along with the illness."

The twilight faded, and the gradually sinking night covered them. Darkness can give people a sense of security in many cases, and so does Li Yikai's voice.

Yuan Zhiming's heart was also wrapped, he whispered: "Thank you, I will tell you if necessary."

"Well," Li Yikai smiled slightly, "Other needs are also available, such as encouraging hugs."

Yuan Zhiming was stunned for a moment, and returned a fist to him.

"Just kidding, you're the strongest person I've ever seen." Li Yikai rubbed his shoulder, thinking that beating someone would still hurt.

"Also take care of your body, eat and sleep on time," he said.

"I know", Yuan Zhiming said.

Li Yikai didn't seem to be in a hurry to go back. He didn't bring his mobile phone with him. After speaking, he leaned against the railing with Yuan Zhiming and watched the evening rush hour with heavy traffic in the distance. The streamer and congestion were far away from him.

Yuan Zhiming let go of a little burden, and then remembered another important task of the organization, pretending to ask casually: "How will you spend Christmas?"

Li Yikai wondered what else to do, I even ordered the Christmas present for you, and I don’t know if I can still send it out... He said: “I have no plans, if I have a job, I will work overtime, if I don’t have a job, I’ll rest, I’ve forgotten about these festivals.”

Yuan Zhiming let out an "oh". He had no experience in making surprises, so he decided to let himself go: "Do you have any Christmas presents you want?"

"Me?" Li Yikai was very surprised. He didn't expect Yuan Zhiming to have such considerations, but he was calm and calm on the surface: "I don't know, I haven't received a gift for many years."

Seeing Yuan Zhiming was thoughtful, he pretended to be deep: "I think the person who gave the gift, and his intention, are more important than what to give."

That means anything is fine, Yuan Zhiming thought, anyway, it is indeed everyone's sincere concern.

That week seemed to be the same as before. The Hongda project successfully finalized the contract, as if there was no obstacle as long as it passed the quotation barrier.

Li Yikai still looks like a perfectionist robot, stuck in time to commute to and from get off work, and also stuck in reviewing every job every word and every sentence.

Yuan Zhiming didn't ask for leave in advance. He knew the priorities in life, so these granted vacations should be reserved for the future. He is learning to get along with the unknown illness for a long time, between his own life and it.

He talked with Yuan Songqing on the phone every day, and finally got ready one night and confessed what he knew.

"Dad, do you remember He Luxi?"

Yuan Songqing's voice sounded lazy, and he said casually: "Hmm...that kid who learns witchcraft?"

"It's not witchcraft, it's Tarot." Yuan Zhiming thought for a while, "It should be."

Yuan Songqing recalled for a while, then smiled lightly: "Anyway, he is a very strange kid, I remember. I still remember that you two were pen pals at that time, and he often drew some symbols of gods, gods and ghosts. All signed by Lucifer."

"Well," Yuan Zhiming said, "Lucifer, it's because his mother's surname is Lu, and he has an uncle who works in the Second People's Hospital."

After a short silence, Yuan Songqing seemed to be relieved, and sighed with a smile: "My son has his own contacts."

Yuan Zhiming didn't speak.

Yuan Songqing said: "In the past few years, I feel that you have grown up very quickly. It seems that you have suddenly become an adult. I don't know when you started to be so stable."

"Maybe before you know you're sick," Yuan Zhiming said, "so don't treat me like a child."

Yuan Songqing said he knew, and said: "Xiao Ming, Dad is not afraid of what will happen to you if you find out, I don't believe you."

"I know," Yuan Zhiming's voice squeezed out of his throat. He bit his lower lip and held his breath for a few seconds before he could speak in a steady voice: "I haven't thought about grandpa and uncle. We It’s different from them, and, moreover, the condition is better now than it was then, so don’t think about it, treat it well.”

After a long time, Yuan Songqing finally said hello.

That night the electronic clock chimed the time at one o'clock in the morning, Yuan Zhiming kept his eyes open and didn't feel sleepy.

He looked at the black vortex on the screen, the shattered pictures in his childhood memories, the ferocious faces of his relatives, and the ugliness of plundering each other, emerging from the depths of the black hole bit by bit, and then being sucked into the depths.

That is the endless generation after generation, with no hope in sight.

Outside the black vortex, there are colorful colors, and the outer circle is a faint golden light.

This painting was drawn casually on his first day of employment, after hearing about Li Yikai's deeds and seeing the energy of this team.

Yuan Zhiming put down the iPad, stood up, raised the easel, and carefully glued the canvas on the drawing board. On the pure white two-panel vertical canvas, he sprayed a golden halo in the center with a paint spray gun.

Then in the color box, dilute and adjust the black paint, and then pour it towards the ray of light—the thick ink is splashed from the bottom to the top of the screen, occupying most of the screen in an instant, and pressed in the light color. Lower the weight.

The kindness between people is a colorful light, and disease and poverty are an endless black hole.

The light in the universe will be swallowed by black holes, and those who can shine in the world should only be surrounded by colorful colors.

At dawn the next day, after the black paint had dried, Yuan Zhiming picked up the paintbrush. When the sun shone into the room, he used a huge brush to dip paints of various colors, one by one, toward the black and gold paint. Splash at the junction.

Then gently use your hands and pen to paint those brilliant colors all over the edges.