The sun rises in the east, and the mist begins to lift. Gu Zimo knocked on Yelan's room, but it was Aunt Fang who opened the door.

"Aunt Fang, good morning. Today, the new students are registering, and I am here to ask Yelan to go to school together. ”

"This ...... I'm afraid it won't work. ”

In the dark and narrow room, there was a soft moan or two, weak and weak.

"What's wrong with Yelan?"

"She's sick, I guess...... I can't go to school anymore. ”

Gu Zimo was taken aback: "I'm sick!" What's going on? Is it strict? ”

Aunt Fang sighed and said, "It is estimated that I suffered from the cold last night, and the old illness of the guide relapsed, and I had heart palpitations. Her illness was brought out of her mother's womb, and her body has been weaker than ordinary children since she was a child. ”

"Aunt Fang, I'll go in and take a look!"

Gu Zimo said that he was about to go to the side room.

"Mo'er!"

Grandma Gu walked over from the verandah and stopped Gu Zimo, "Your father's car is waiting for you outside, don't go quickly!" ”

"But, grandma, Yelan, she's sick!"

"What does it matter to you that she is sick, and you are not a doctor, is it possible that you can still see a doctor?"

Grandma Gu dragged Gu Zimo from the door and pulled her into her arms, "You, you, it's true to go to school quickly, it's late to go to the wrong time, be careful that your father spanks your ass." ”

"Aunt Fang......"

"Zimo, you go to school quickly. Yelan is fine, I'll light a stove of incense and let her rest quietly. ”

"It's okay for girls not to go to school, it's not necessarily a good thing to know too much, and learning too many skills may not necessarily be used in the right way, right, Yefang."

Grandma Gu glanced at Ye Fang with disdain, pulled Gu Zimo and walked out.

When she was almost at the end of the corridor, she added again: "By the way, since it is a retreat, let your daughter move to the back room, which is clean and suitable for recuperation." ”

Yelan lay on the bed, her consciousness sank into the fragrance little by little, the pain in her heart gradually weakened, and every time she fell asleep, she felt like she was going to die like this.

Just die like this, have a dream without disturbances, and don't wake up.

Who would have thought that at the age of six, her heart would be filled with sorrow, and nightmares would strike every night, and her fragile heart would be even more vulnerable.

She was afraid to fall asleep, even more afraid to wake up, guarding the empty room alone, facing the endless night after night alone.

She was still awake, aroused by a gentle voice.

"Yelan, are you feeling better?"

Yelan slowly opened her eyes, and what greeted her was a smile as warm as jade, so clear and clear, elegant and warm.

"Brother, I'm much better."

Gu Zimo helped Yelan sit up and handed over a peeled apple: "Come, eat some fruit." ”

Yelan stretched out two small hands to take it, held it to her mouth and took a bite: "It's so sweet!" ”

"Isn't it too big?"

Gu Zimo looked at the apple that covered half of Yelan's face, couldn't help but laugh, and took it gently, "Come, I'll help you cut it again." ”

Yelan leaned on the head of the bed and quietly watched Gu Zimo's every move, as if observing a painting.

Sunlight leaked in through the pane and gently covered Gu Zimo's body, and time was turned into warm tones, sweetly melting into the eternal years.

The ten fingers, which were as slender as bamboos, peeled the apples little by little into a small plate.

The crispy apple quietly bloomed into a white magnolia on the plate, and Gu Zimo picked up a petal and handed it to Yelan's slightly white lips.

"Come, I'll feed you."

"Thank you, brother!"

Yelan slowly finished eating the fruit, and her complexion became slightly ruddy.

Gu Zimo took his schoolbag from the stool next to him and took out the textbook from his childhood: "Yelan, I'll come to teach you to read every day after school in the future, okay?" ”

Yelan nodded happily: "Okay!" ”

The sun sets in the west, and the bamboo shadow sways gently.

"What is this?"

Yelan found a bright album with demons and immortals dancing on it.

"This is the Classic of Mountains and Seas."

Gu Zimo's eyes darkened, the ink in his eyes rolled slightly, and his voice was faint, "It's the first comic book my mother gave me." ”

"Do you like it?"

"What does it matter if you like it or not?"

Gu Zimo looked at the bamboo shadows projected on the paper window, and was slightly distracted, "I am Gu Xianli's son, I can only like Chinese painting." ”

Gu Zimo quietly listened to the sound of the wind blowing bamboo outside the window, and slowly heard some charm, on a whim, put down the book, took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and took it to Gu Yelan's room.

"Yelan, can I teach you to draw today?"

"Good!"

"I'll show you first."

The clear water was ground into black thick ink round by round, Gu Zi ink was full of brushstrokes, the wind was in his hands, and the clouds and water were flowing on the paper, and he became a series of green bamboos swaying in the wind in one go.

"Come, Yelan."

Yelan's white and tender little hand carefully held the brush, Gu Zimo's hand covered it, leading the brush in Yelan's hand to stain it with a silky color, and moved it to the rice paper.

"Yikes!"

Yelan exclaimed in surprise, and retracted her hand in, "Brother, what should I do, I stained the painting." ”

Gu Zimo only did not listen, holding Yelan's hand tightly, the interest was born by the pen, the law turned at will, a green plum poked out, and there was a magpie standing on the plum, and the black eyeballs were the point that had just dropped.

The bamboo horse surrounds the green plum, and the magpie flies on the eyebrows.

Unintentionally dyed with ink and words, the two are careful with each other.

"Brother, I'm sorry!"

Yelan is still sorry for her recklessness just now.

Gu Zimo put down the pen, leaned over, and touched her head: "Yelan, look, thanks to you, this painting is so beautiful." ”

Yelan looked at Gu Zimo blankly, looking at the picturesque eyebrows and eyes gradually becoming distracted, so that she couldn't tell whether he painted or walked out of the painting.

Since that time, Gu Yelan has fallen in love with painting, but she has never touched Chinese painting, such a strong art belongs to Gu Zimo, he seems to have been born to be a person who dances and writes.

She didn't dare to play with it, and she knew that she would never be able to smudge such a beautiful painting again.

This is the only one in the world, sealed in the depths of memory.

But she was still fascinated, madly obsessed with a painting with an antique fragrance.

Her restless heart settled down little by little in the painting.

She slowly came out of the haze of losing her father, and gradually, she was no longer so afraid of being alone.

But why?

Just when she finally crawled out of the swamp of despair, it was about to push her into the abyss of loss.

She didn't dare to think about how she would deal with herself if so much beauty was a scam?

In her sleep, she returned to her small yard, and her father squatted next to a night magnolia in the moonlight, smiling and beckoning: "Lan Lan, come here!" ”

"Daddy! Father! ”

She threw herself into his arms with joy.

Suddenly, her father pushed her to the ground, she was very aggrieved, stretched out her hand and cried to hug, and her father pushed her further away.

The flowers of the night magnolia instantly swelled up, turned into a bloody mouth, stretched out her tongue and slammed it away, swallowing her father alive.

"Daddy! Father! ……”