After he bought this villa, apart from his parents and Mo Wenlan, Si Qi and Si Xiaojun were the only visitors.

More than a hundred paintings, all of which he painted after moving into the villa, all the paintings are exactly the same, a man dressed in black, sitting in a dim room, with an octagonal shadow lamp above his head, holding a book in his hand, sitting alone in an empty and dark room reading a book, the huge room is like a prison, and the people in it have long been abandoned by the world, while reading the book, while waiting for the arrival of death.

The man in the painting has no face and no eyes, he is like a skeleton living in the dark, alive and breathing, the whole person is as white as paper, like a vampire.

He loved to paint, this was the only pastime he could pass the time except writing code, but at that time he didn't know what to paint, his mind was always a mess, the world in front of him was dark, and he couldn't concentrate on it, so he could only paint himself, day after day, year after year, watching the people in the paintings slowly sink and decay in the dark, and then die.

Once Mo Wenlan didn't know what medicine he had taken wrong, he pointed to his latest painting and said to him: This lifeless painting is full of life, and bluntly told him that deep in his heart he has never given up the hope of living, he wants to live, but he can't find a way.

He was noncommittal, there was no way to refute, some people said that he should have died as early as the age of 17, but he survived, he resisted, he feared, he was anxious, he lived in the dark, watching himself slowly decay, watching the black fog of people getting thicker and thicker, and the world getting darker and darker, but he still wanted to live, so he let him take the painting to the so-called art exhibition, and gave the painting a name that did not match the name.

Later, he didn't want Mo Wenlan and his parents to worry about him anymore, so he gave up painting, locked all the doors of these rooms, and only when he was alone, or when he couldn't stand it anymore, he pushed the door in and picked up the paintbrush.

Later, his father was seriously ill and was pulled back from the brink of death by doctors several times, and he finally decided to accept his suggestion under Mo Wenlan's constant lobbying.

So, he met Si Qi.

On the easel, the paper is still there, but the ink is dry.

He went out and fetched water, re-adjusted the ink, picked up a paintbrush that he hadn't picked up for years, closed his eyes and meditated for a moment before lifting the pen.

Not long after, a figure in a long blue dress and small leather shoes of the same color jumped onto the drawing paper, and a tall man held a child in a small gray suit, a white shirt, and a black bow at the neckline, and they stood in the dimly lit café, their eyes looking in one direction.

This was the clothes that Si Qi wore when he first met him.

Shi Jing wrote in the lower left corner: The seventh day of the seventh month of July.

They met on this day.

When he had finished his new work, he put down his pen, went up and blew the ink on it, and looked at the wall full of paintings, he gently rolled up his sleeves, took the ladder in the corner of the wall, climbed to the top, tore off the painting hanging in the middle, and then hung up the new work just now.

Take a few steps back and look carefully, the painting is a lifelike good painting, the person is a good person who is graceful and beautiful, but the paintings hanging around are too abrupt, the dead and cold painting dilutes the feeling that is very warm at a glance, looking left and right, he simply climbed up and down, ripped off all the old works in the room, and threw them aside.

As a result, there is only one painting left in the vast empty room.

After stacking all the old works in the corner, he stood in the middle of the room, carefully examining the person in the painting, and suddenly felt that there was only one painting hanging in the empty room, which seemed to be too cold.

He was silent for a moment, and the images in his mind suddenly rushed out.

Looking at the time, it was already past four o'clock in the morning, and adding sleeping pills could not save his sleep.

Fortunately, he has long been accustomed to insomnia, a few years ago he had not slept for five days in a row, and then Mo Wenlan gave him an overdose of medicine to let him get a good night's sleep, and then he couldn't sleep for a day, and then took the medicine...... And so on and so forth.

He smiled wryly, rubbed his face vigorously, began to pick up the pen, and continued to draw all the images that kept flashing through his mind.

September 20.

Shi Jing received a text message from Si Qi inviting him to go to his hometown Liangshan on National Day, her proposed departure time was the sixth day of October, just missed the peak period of National Day travel, and the time to go home was five days, and the way to travel was self-driving, probably considering that whether he was taking a train or a plane, he would inevitably have to deal with people and feel uncomfortable, so he proposed to drive himself, of course, she still handed over the final decision to him.

It takes about twelve hours to drive from Jincheng to Liangshan, which is not too far for ordinary people, but for him, it seems to be like driving from a dark hell to an unknown future, the road seems to be close at hand, but it is impossible to predict the bad luck, he pinched his mobile phone and stared at the text message, five minutes later, he took a deep breath, trembling his hands and slowly typed a good word.

After replying to the text message, Shi Jing first went to the living room to take out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth, and then went to the studio on the second floor for most of the day, and then took the computer back to the bedroom to inquire about the relevant information and route of Liangshan, this mountain town, this route He has seen it hundreds of times, and he has long memorized it, but there is still half a month before he really wants to embark on this road, he began to feel inexplicably afraid and anxious again, thinking of Si Qi's huge family, he woke up in nightmares several times, and then it was difficult to sleep.

It has been sixteen years since he was admitted to Jincheng University at the age of nineteen, during which he has never left Jincheng, not even the city where his parents live, and the sky seems to be filled with memories of the past, which will only suffocate people, so his parents have never mentioned letting him go home, sometimes they miss him, or they are really worried about him, so they will come to Jincheng to see him, and then leave in a hurry.

"You really don't want me to accompany you, Teacher Si shouldn't mind having one more person on his side. Mo Wenlan sipped tea casually: "I took a look at the route, even if it starts on the sixth day of the new year, the high-speed will not be as powerful as the first and second blockages of the first and second days of the first month, and it will take at least twelve or three hours to drive, and you have not been out of Jincheng in the past sixteen years, and the outside world is no longer what it was sixteen years ago, are you really sure to go alone?"

Shi Jing's eyes darkened, and he was silent for a long time, before he seemed to have mustered up enough courage and whispered to him: "In the past ten years, when I haven't reunited with you, I have relied on my father and mother, and after reuniting with you, I have begun to rely on you again, and I have never really worked my own." A fleeting smile appeared on his face, and his deep and dark eyes were full of light and shadow, which made it complicated and difficult to understand: "This time, I want to rely on myself." ”

Mo Wenlan saw that his face was indifferent, but his eyes were firm, so he had to nod his head and summarize: "It's right that you can think so, your car is equipped with an intelligent artificial system, even if no one drives it, it can run to the destination, you can keep in touch with me at any time, I will prepare more medicine for you, but the distance is too far, and I can't reach it, this time it really depends on yourself, fortunately, Teacher Si is a more reliable person, I am not at ease with you, I am still very relieved with her." ”

Shi Jing silently raised his eyes to look at him, and then silently turned his gaze away.

Mo Wenlan winked at him: "When you are all gone, I can go to Teacher Wang to talk about donating phones and watches, and it is best to give Teacher Si a big surprise when she returns." ”

Shi Jing was silent again.

Mo Wenlan had long been accustomed to his silence, and he didn't care, and said to himself: "If this National Day trip is a complete success, then you can consider inviting her to Changsha during the Spring Festival, or bring your parents to Jincheng to spend the Spring Festival together, so that there will be contacts, and the relationship will become closer and closer. ”

Shi Jing understood the meaning of his words, nodded quickly, and at the end, added: "I understand." ”

"It's good that you understand. Mo Wenlan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, got up and moved his almost stiff limbs, involuntarily took out his mobile phone, flipped to the WeChat address book, and found Wang Jing's ink painting portrait, his eyes lingered on the scale, and for a long time, he sighed as if he had been stepped on by someone's tail, and said to himself: "This is completely unscientific, why do you hate me so much, where did I offend this great god?"

Wang Jing, who was suddenly being talked about, sneezed violently in the office, and then pouted and whispered, "Someone must be cursing me." ”

Si Qi, who was having a headache, glanced at her vaguely, and Wang Jing could only roll her eyes at the innocent ceiling and resume her upright seat.

"Grandma Yiming, otherwise, you can take Wang Yiming home first, and when his father comes, I can talk to him directly. Si Qi looked at Wang Yiming's grandmother, trying to ease the atmosphere, she had already seen the next generation, but there was still a difference between the next generation and doting, but unfortunately, as usual, no one could communicate with this old man, in her concept, it was natural for children to be naughty.

Wang Yiming's grandmother glared at the angry Wang Jing, took Wang Yiming's hand, and said unhappily: "My son works in a state unit, and he often has to travel on business trips to inspect everywhere, and he is usually too busy to eat.

Si Qi stopped Wang Jing, who was about to burst into flames, and kept smiling as soon as possible: "I have already called him, he will come to the kindergarten later, you better take the child home first." ”