Sijun makes people old, and the years are twilight.

Song Yan's health was almost better in the days after he came back, probably because he didn't pay much attention to his body, and coughed intermittently for a few days, and finally Gong Qingchen couldn't stand it anymore, so he forcibly escorted him over and forced her to drink medicine every day.

So Sister Zhao, the nanny of the Song family, sees such a hilarious scene every day, Gong Qingchen and Song Yan sat opposite each other, and there was a medicine bowl in front of both of them, and then Gong Qingchen counted 123 and the two looked at each other and nodded, picked up the medicine bowl in front of them and drank it all.

After that, both of them had a look of wanting to cry, their hands trembled, and they picked up the chocolate that they had peeled off a long time ago and stuffed it into their mouths.

"This medicine in the early morning is really unpalatable, it's hard for you, I've been forced to drink it so many times before, I really don't know how painful it is until I experience it personally. Song Yan felt that there was an iron nail stuck in his throat, and he had to rub his throat every time he drank the medicine and ate the chocolate.

And after the bitterness in Gong Qingchen's mouth was diluted by chocolate, she replied with a calm expression: "Actually, it's okay, it was quite painful at the beginning, and it really takes courage to drink it, and now I'm used to drinking it." ”

During lunch, Gong Qingchen suddenly opened his mouth: "Song Yan, I want to find a job, can you help me introduce a job?"

Gong Qingchen would definitely not have spoken in the past, but now it is different. If you want to say goodbye to the past, people have to start a new journey, she stays at home every day and is idle, it is still easy to think crankily, it is better to go out and find a job to fill her life with a fulfilling job every day, maybe life will be a little better.

"Work, what kind of work do you want, I can help keep an eye on it. Song Yan's hand holding the knife and fork still shook slightly.

A piece of steak Gong Qingchen is generally used to cutting it into eight pieces, and she pinched the steak in her hand and thought for a long time: "Kindergarten teacher." ”

In fact, this kind of therapy is the most extreme, and it is also the method that Gong Qingchen's psychiatrist at that time did not recommend to use. Because Gong Qingchen was depressed at that time because her child died, she became like this, and at the beginning, Gu Ruiwen's doctors who adopted a child were all advised, and she felt that Gong Qingchen could not be stimulated by this kind.

But Gong Qingchen knew very well in her heart that she would not get sicker because she saw these children, on the contrary, she had always thought like this, although her child died, she could see the journey he was going to take from other people's children.

"I'll help you pay attention to it, don't be too anxious, after all, your current body is not completely adjusted, if you want to be a kindergarten teacher, you still need a very healthy body. Song Yan sounded more like he was comforting her.

With a somewhat reluctant smile in return, Gong Qingchen lowered his head and stuffed a piece of beef into his mouth.

She had a faint thought in her heart that she didn't know where to come from, and she always felt that the favor she asked Song Yan to help would run aground.

After eating, Gong Qingchen went upstairs and saw the oil painting at the corner of the second floor, she can still remember the first time she saw this oil painting, when Song Yan and Ji Yunyang almost fought because of this painting, at that time she didn't know who was painting it, and now it looks so detailed, and she always feels that the people here are so familiar.

How familiar a person is with himself, in fact, he is not so familiar. Sometimes we don't even know ourselves.

It's like the painting in front of Gong Qingchen, if the woman in the painting covers her eyes, she only looks at the facial features of the person on the painting really like herself, but she can't say that the person on the painting is herself because of this similar feeling, because this painting lacks the most essential part - the eyes.

But it seems a bit contradictory to say this, because the most brilliant thing about this painting is that he did not paint the eyes of the woman, the eyes are the window of a person's soul, and each person's eyes can reflect different contents, so when the painter chooses not to paint the eyes of the person in this painting, the most important point of mystery is added.

For thousands of years, people have been fascinated by the mysterious smile of the Mona Lisa, and this painting may have been just a very ordinary sketch if it had painted eyes, but now it may be even taller, and it contains more depth in the artist's heart.

"What's the matter? Why did you keep staring at the painting in front of you in the morning? I bought it in Dubai, and they said that the painter was a man who called himself Babylon, and I liked the painting so much that I bought it in the hope that they would introduce me to the painter, but they all said that the painter was dead for a long time. Song Yan didn't know when he appeared, he looked at the painting in front of him and smiled unconsciously.

"Isn't this painting painted by you?" Gong Qingchen's voice was very small when she said this, because even she herself was not so sure.

She clearly remembered that Song Yan had painted her in the garden of the Song family that day, and she wanted to pull the canvas on the painting at that time, but Song Yan stopped her, Song Yan told him that there was no finished product, and he would come to show her after the finished product.

If he had really unlocked the canvas at the time, he wouldn't have been so curious now, because he didn't see such a question, it became more and more mysterious.

"What do you say, the voice is a little small. Song Yan really didn't hear her words, and there was no slight change in his expression.

Gong Qingchen also calmed down after a few seconds of silence, she raised her eyes to look at the person on the painting and whispered softly: "It's a pity, she painted really well." ”

Hearing Gong Qingchen's words, Song Yan's figure paused, and finally he said lightly: "Yes, he is indeed good at drawing." But as far as I know, he left only this one painting in his life, and nothing else. And when I bought this painting, they told me that it didn't have a name, so you might as well give it a name in the morning. ”

Suddenly asked by Song Yan like this, Gong Qingchen was stunned for a moment and then muttered: "Or call it Sijun to make people old." ”

"Sijun makes people old, and the years are twilight. Looking at this in this way, this is really worthy of her. "The person in the painting can't see her expression because she has no eyes, but the painter uses a very strong red ** color to give people an uncomfortable sense of melancholy, and red is a strong color that is easy to forget.

Yes, from these two verses. Gong Qingchen nodded, but her gaze never left the painting.

The person in the painting has no eyes, but it makes people want to cry when they look at it.