After the Spring Festival, the pace of spring is fast.

Ye Qinghe looked at the trees outside the window of the ward, gradually sprouting at the top, and knew that another year of vitality had arrived.

Tender green is always the most beautiful color, which represents new life and hope......

What about her hopes?

Perhaps, being alive is the greatest hope......

With each sprout outside the window, she progresses a little more......

What she was most afraid of was that she could no longer hold a pen in her hand, she could no longer write, it was no longer a problem, she could write, but she could no longer think of what to write in front of the empty notebook......

She was also scared, she could no longer open her eyes to see the beautiful starry sky of this world, and now, she could open her eyes, but in this cramped hospital room, she could not see the Milky Way......

She was afraid that food and conversation would become a luxury for her, and now she could eat and talk, but from sunrise to sunset, she sat on the sickbed and didn't want to say a word......

She thought that what she could have done before, she must be able to do now......

If you feel sad and feel pain, it's just a necessary process, even if it hurts for a lifetime, so what?

As long as you work hard, you will definitely be able to do it......

When she is in good condition, she can stand up and walk a few steps, but she can't move freely, many times, she sits in a wheelchair, looks at the outside world, sees the people coming and going downstairs, sometimes, her vision is very clear, sometimes, it will be blurry, but the world is really in front of her eyes, colorful colors, people in the world, also come and go under her eyes, joys and sorrows, those happy, and unhappy, when it is, it has nothing to do with her, she sits like this, as if sitting on the clouds, far away from this world, far, far away......

One day when the spring was clear, Xiao Yiting promised Jiang Lao to pick him up, and the old man had just finished grading a certain competition.

Seeing Jiang Lao coming out from afar, he got out of the car and walked over to help.

Jiang Lao seems to be in good spirits and very happy, as a person who cherishes talents, Xiao Yiting guessed that there must be a lot of good seedlings emerging in the competition, which made Jiang Lao excited.

Sure enough, as soon as Jiang Lao got in the car, he handed him an invitation, "Do you have time to see it?" Children's art exhibition, this art exhibition is a bit special, the exhibits are all paintings of autistic children, children's world, it is really touching. ”

Autistic?

He suddenly remembered Ningzi, took the invitation, and saw that in the introduction of the exhibition, the names of several outstanding child representatives were mentioned, including Ningzi's children......

"I'll go!" He put the invitation away.

"Well, it's not a weekend, it's going to be a sacrifice of your working hours!" Jiang Lao smiled.

"It's okay!" The exhibition is scheduled for next week, so he can arrange his work this week.

On the day of the exhibition, he did not inform Ningzi and drove there alone.

Walking in the exhibition hall is like walking into a fantasy world, and those colorful and even colorful paintings are mostly areas beyond the reach of his comprehension, or in other words, the inner world that cannot be touched.

As a person who has practiced calligraphy since he was a child, he has his talent in art, words are affectionate, and painting is certainly affectionate, which Meng Qingqian also said.

He was standing in front of the painting that he had forgotten, but he couldn't understand the emotions expressed in the painting, the chaotic colors, the abstract lines, he didn't even know what it was......

It was the cry of his heart. I always think that this type of child is not without feelings, but that their feelings cannot be expressed in a way that we can understand. In my opinion, everything in the world has love, flowers, trees, birds, fish and insects, all have their own feelings in their world, so, as children of the stars, how can these children have no feelings? This child's painting is full of contradictions and collisions, and his inner feelings are also very intense, but no one in the real world can understand him, he is crying, shouting, searching, maybe he himself does not know what he is looking for, but as long as he finds it, he can be quiet, and his painting style will change. ”

A crisp voice, clanging behind him like a wind chime, explained the painting to him.

This voice, he knew—came from Meng Qingqian.

Afterwards, there was a slight applause in the quiet exhibition hall.

He looked back and saw that it was Meng Qingqian standing behind him, while Ning Zi was standing two meters away from her, looking haggard.

"Can you read this painting?" Ning Zi walked over and said to Meng Qingqian.

Meng Qingqian smiled a little shyly, "What I guessed, based on my feelings, may not be right, see the smile." ”

Ning Zi nodded,