She remembered that the painting exhibited in the abandoned garbage factory was called "Live", and the signature was only one word: "You", and she had grafted the eyebrows and eyes of the person in the painting onto Shi Jing's face countless times, but she didn't expect that he painted himself.

He was really the person in the painting, the one she wanted to get into the painting to save.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of one word: fate.

At this time, it was really hard for her to think of any other words to describe it except fate.

No wonder although the theme of the painting is to live, but every line reveals a kind of dead silence and despair, it was six or seven years ago, Shi Jing was still deep in the dark, trapped in the villa, away from the crowd, this painting is probably his last mockery or expectation of fate!

He ridiculed the helplessness and ruthlessness of fate, but he couldn't help but look forward to being able to get out of the darkness, after all, people yearn for light and happiness.

She understands this contradiction of despair and longing too well.

She suddenly had the illusion that she was from the same country as him, and she could understand and empathize with his despair.

"Mommy, what are you thinking?" In a daze, Si Xiaojun's crisp voice pulled her out of her trance.

Si Qi came back to her senses and saw Shi Jing and Si Xiaojun staring at her, with puzzlement and doubt in their eyes.

"It's okay, Daddy's drawing is so good, Mommy is stunned. Si Qi swept between Shi Jing's eyebrows, and instantly felt his heartbeat suddenly accelerate, which was soreness and pain, but also extremely joyful and happy.

She coughed lightly, looked at the wall clock to cover the barrier, and said, "It's past ten o'clock, you should go and wash up." ”

Si Xiaojun obediently put down his paintbrush, jumped down from the stool, looked up at Shi Jing, and whispered, "Dad, I want you to take a bath with me." ”

Shi Jing didn't say a word, put down the pen and got up, he was really a good and conscientious father.

Si Qi was supposed to go out with them, but her feet seemed to be stuck by something, and she couldn't move away for a long time, but fortunately, Shi Jing didn't mind her staying in the study, and even thoughtfully closed the door for her, allowing her to continue to stare at the painting in a daze.

The painting in front of her is exactly the same as the one in her memory, and can even be completely overlapped, the person in the painting sits alone in the room, can't see his face clearly, can only see his long eyelashes, high nose and slightly hanging down broken hair, his hand holding the book is slender and beautiful, but unfortunately too fair, the upper bone joints on the fingers are prominent, the back of the hand is bruised and protruding, the whole person is skinny, the skin is almost attached to the skeleton, the shape is pinned, and it is very penetrating.

The dim and empty room is like a prison, cold, dead and silent, full of darkness and depression, making people lonely and lonely in it, unable to get out, only emaciated, aging, and dying day after day.

As if being pulled by something, she stretched out her hand blankly, gently stroked the lifelike drawing paper, and her fingertips stroked the forehead, eyebrows, eyes, nose, and then mouth of the person in the painting.

Although those eyes are deep and dark, they will also sparkle with light and expectation.

He is a living person, and although he is in the dark, he is still trying to live.

This painting is not only a portrayal and projection of him, but also his silent cry and unspeakable despair.

She thought of the dream she had on the night when the two of them shared the bed in her hometown, Shi Jing in the dream desperately stretched out her hand and silently asked her for help, the sentence "help me" was deeply rooted in her mind, and she could only stand outside the iron door, watching him gradually shrouded in black fog, but she couldn't do anything.

There has never been a moment, she is so distressed, and there has never been a moment, she is so lucky, dreams are dreams, and she is in reality, and the person in the dream is within reach.

When Shi Jing pushed open the door and came in, what he saw was such a picture, Si Qi stood in front of his painting, her left hand hanging down to the side and making a fist, while the fingertips of her right hand were gently caressing the person in the painting, her movements were gentle and delicate, with a kind of caution as if she was worried about touching the painting, and there was a certain intoxicating obsession and love, she seemed to see the person in the painting who was still breathing through this piece of paper.

I also understood the cruelty and coldness of the room, and saw the despair and struggle of the lonely and indifferent people in the painting.

Her distress and pity filled every inch of the study, and then she rushed towards him, shattering the strength and patience he had worked so hard for more than ten years.

At that moment, he really wanted to hug her and cry bitterly, for the seventeen-year-old he couldn't go back and couldn't forget, and for the eighteen years he spent in chaos and couldn't say or cry.

Originally staring at Si Qi, who was painting a god, as if feeling his presence, I saw her back suddenly tremble slightly and quickly regained her integrity, her fingertips rubbed the eyebrows and eyes of the person in the painting, with a kind of nostalgia and reluctance, after a long time, I heard her gently open her mouth, her voice was very low and very low, as if with a kind of gentleness: "A few years ago, I went to an abandoned garbage factory to see a very small and very small niche art exhibition. ”

Shi Jing was stunned, and in an instant, countless emotions seemed to flash across his face, and in the end, these emotions all condensed into shock and disbelief.

"At that time, I was very young, and I always thought of myself as a literary and artistic young man, so I often looked for these very niche art exhibitions, I remember that day I took a long, long bus ride to the suburbs, the garbage factory has been abandoned for a long time, it is very desolate, and many people complained that it was not worth the trip before they went in, until they all saw the painting. Si Qi said in a soft voice that she had never heard before: "The name of that painting is 'Live', it is very positive and full of positive energy, but that painting seems to be out of place with the theme, and it can even be said to be contrary to the theme. ”

Shi Jing's face was very pale, but his eyes were extraordinarily bright, almost dazzling, his two hands that hung down stiffly, subconsciously clenched his fists, and his fingertips were blue and white.

Si Qi fixed his gaze on the white forehead of the person in the painting, "That painting hangs in the corner, but it is the most eye-catching, the author is a person named "You", I checked it for a long time, there is no news about this person on the Internet, and his work seems to be only this painting, at that time, many people wanted to buy this painting, I also wanted to buy it at that time, but unfortunately I couldn't find anyone to buy it, for this, I regretted it for a long time. ”

"I still remember very well when I saw that painting, it hung on a very dirty wall, it was hung in a hurry, and the corners were torn, but it was this painting that made me remember it now, and I often dream that I was back in that abandoned dump, and I dreamed that I wanted to see this painting again. At this point, she gradually retracted her voice, withdrew her hand very slowly, turned around very slowly, and fixed her eyes on the face of the person behind her.

"So, can you give me this painting?" Si Qi suddenly smiled, his eyes were very gentle, and this gentleness seemed to contain calmness and tolerance, showing extreme softness and toughness, as if he could ignore everything and hold everything in the palm of his hand.

Shi Jing looked at her in a daze, feeling that his throat was like a fire, his throat moved dryly, a thousand words were blocked in one place, words could not be spoken, he could not make a sound, he seemed to be an outcast of fate in this life, at the mercy of fate, and could feel the cruelty of fate more than anyone else, but now, he was extremely grateful to fate, he thought that he was lucky to meet her.

However, she did not expect that she had seen his paintings so long ago, and from her dark and bright eyes, he felt the indescribable sincerity and warmth.

"Good. ”

I don't know how long it took, Shi Jing said very lowly, and his uncertain heart gradually fell, falling to the deepest, warmest and softest place.

Si Qi turned his head back and continued to look at the painting.

Shi Jing couldn't help but step forward, standing beside her, casting his eyes on the painting like her, for the first time, he felt that he had touched her true heart hidden under the layers of masks.

"It's so well drawn. Si Qi sighed, looking at this painting, she suddenly seemed to return to the past, when she was not what she is now.

But looking at the person in the painting, she felt that she could go back to the past, and in this short moment, she seemed to be added infinite courage and strength.

Joy and sorrow swam along her nerves, slowly igniting her insulated heart over the years.

Shi Jing silently fixed his eyes on her face, her side face was indescribably good-looking to him, Mo Wenlan recommended many candidates to him, only she gave him an intuition that this person could trust.

"What do you see?" he muttered.

Si Qi tilted his head, pinched his chin, made a look of hard thinking, and said, "I saw everything, but I didn't seem to see anything, I seemed to understand everything, but I didn't seem to understand anything." After speaking, she looked at him sideways, with a hint of cunning in her bright eyes, and said with a smile: "We are really quite fateful, to be honest, I still can't believe that you are the one who painted this painting." ”

Now she is like the usual her, at least the smile on her face doesn't seem to be painted.

Shi Jing opened his mouth, suddenly dumb, and didn't know what to say for a while.

The two looked at each other for a long time, Si Qi's face was invisibly flushed with suspicious red, this change made Shi Jing can't help but palpitate, and he suddenly turned around and walked out.

Si Qi was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly followed.

Shi Jing led her up to the third floor, to be honest, it has been almost a month since she moved to the villa, she really hasn't been on the third floor, according to Meng Shiyun, the third floor is all empty rooms, stacked with sundries, usually no one goes at all, even she and Shi Junhan have never been on the third floor.

When she came up to take a look, she found that there were only four rooms on the third floor, and there was a corridor in the middle, and the layout was very different from that downstairs.

"May I go in?" Si Qi saw that he was standing like a benchmark, so he had to break the silence first.

Shi Jing nodded.

Si Qi swallowed her saliva secretly, chose a nearby door nearby, and quietly pushed the door open, the light in the room was voice-controlled, as soon as she stepped in, the light turned on, and the suddenly bright room crashed directly into her eyelids.

Good... Good... That's a lot of drawings!

Oh my God, how many are these?

Silently counted in his heart, the shock clearly floated on his face, this room was large and small There were sixty-seven identical paintings hanging in it, if there were people with dense phobia, it was estimated that they would faint at a glance.