"South Wind!" From afar, she saw the boy with the brightest eyes in the world, walking towards her, and she couldn't wait to hug him and put her arms around his neck.

The slightly larger hospital gown was worn on his body, making him more and more thin, and his face was so pale like a white paper that would fall down when the wind blew, only the brown-black pupils were still pitch black like a black particle.

Midsummer suddenly had a sour nose and her eyes became red, she felt so embarrassed now, but she still couldn't suppress the tears that were about to be left in her eyes.

He patiently wiped away his tears for Midsummer, and held Midsummer in his arms, he is still a little uncomfortable now, once Midsummer was strong and made people feel stubborn, why does Midsummer cry now? He soothed Midsummer's emotions, "Midsummer, what's wrong with you?" Aren't I doing right now? ”

Midsummer didn't answer, and buried his head in Nanfeng's chest to feel the scent of sunflowers and the mixed men's body fragrance. Probably only Midsummer knows why she is crying, and the only reason why Midsummer thinks of why she is crying is...... Memorial.

Honoring Nanfeng's dreams, and also honoring her dreams, that's all.

"Midsummer, what's wrong with your hand?" Nanfeng glanced at the gauze in her hand, she subconsciously dodged and hid her hand behind her, and explained in a panic, "I accidentally fell." Nanfeng didn't ask anything, just silently looked at her with that kind of see-through gaze.

Midsummer was uncomfortable when he saw it, and slammed him the chest, "What do you see?" Nanfeng cried out in pain: "Ahh I just woke up, and I can't wait to ask the head nurse to call you for me, and I deserve to feed the dog affectionately. ”

Midsummer playfully stuck out her tongue at the south wind, "Slightly! Blame me! Who told you not to wake up for so long and made me worry for so long...... I miss you so much......"

"Am I too? As soon as I woke up, I couldn't wait to see you, and when I saw you, you weren't intact. My hand also fell, do you know how distressed I am? It hurts more than the wounds all over my body, why do you make me so uneasy, and now it's upsetting me. ”

Nanfeng pinched it a little helplessly, her somewhat collapsed nose, "Now the nose is a little collapsed, do you want me to think?" Midsummer turned his face coldly, disdainful of answering this kind of question, how did this south wind become so narcissistic now?

"Don't pinch my nose, you still have ......a wound on your hand," said Midsummer, touching his silky hair, "I haven't washed my hair for a few days?" It stinks. ”

"yes, I don't know why, my hand doesn't hurt much anymore. When I first woke up, I wanted to paint a picture for you, but I don't know why my hand shook as soon as I picked up the pen......"

Midsummer was a little overwhelmed, so she had to deliberately pretend to be surprised, "Huh? It must be because your injuries are not over yet, and one day you will pick up the brush again. ”

Nanfeng blinked his watery eyes and nodded, he already believed Midsummer's words.

Nanfeng, you'll be fine someday, he said to himself.

At this time, Midsummer gave Nanfeng a big bear hug, and Nanfeng said helplessly: "Still hug?" Isn't it too hot? ”

Midsummer pouted and said, "You care about me!" Tightly hugged her favorite and most important south wind.

Nanfeng said, "Don't worry, I won't run." ”

Forgive me for hiding from you, my beloved South Wind, for this is the only and last thing, just because I don't want your eyes to be smeared with sorrow, that's all. - Love your summer

But when the perspective shifted to the south wind perspective, everything changed again.

My name is Nanfeng, and by chance I heard my attending doctor and a few nurses regretting me, saying that my hands could no longer draw, and that my girlfriend Sheng Xia had left her anemia because she had donated too much blood to me, and she could no longer play the guitar.

So, I'm "missing".

I know that Sheng Xia and A, Gu Jing and even Su Xiao are looking for me all over the world, but I still lock myself in a small house and refuse to meet them, even if they are good people to me. During the time I was "missing", I often thought, this is the life I want?

Maybe I don't have the courage to face the shattering of my dreams? To be honest, I don't know if painting is my dream, but I know that painting is my father's dream, and I love my father.

My father had done so much for me, and if it weren't for me, how could his hands, which should have been used to paint, be forced to pick up the tweezers that put dentures on people?

Father, mother, for me I only have a father.

I never met my mother and didn't know my mother's name, but my father tried his best to create an image of a good mother in my heart. When I asked him why my mother wasn't there, he told me that my mother had gone to heaven for me. The only thing he told me about my mother was that she was a doctor.

However, my mother was not at all what my father said she was, and my mother was a man who abandoned her husband and children.

I knew this when I was 12 years old because I intercepted a letter my mother had written to my father. The content of the letter was roughly to say that she was doing well outside, and her current husband was a rich man, so he wanted to take me back.

I didn't give this letter to my father because I didn't want to expose my father's lies about me.

In a few strokes I knew what kind of person my mother was, and she left me to my father as soon as I was born, and then married someone else. My father probably still loved my mother, and when I was 12 years old, I was already learning to draw with him.

At that time, when I happened to turn through the paint, I came across my father's diary. I saw a sketch in my father's diary for my mother. In the sketch, she is still a young girl who loves to laugh, and I think my father was moved by her youth and beauty. At that time, she was wearing inky hair and a pure blue and white striped school uniform, which was the first time I knew what my mother looked like.

Behind my mother's portrait, there is a line of English on the back, arranged by my father's strong handwriting - Is till think you. I know what that means, it means – I, still miss you.

There is no mention of my mother in my father's diary, but what does this sketch represent? At that time, I turned the pages of my father's days with a sense of hesitation and excitement. On the first page before my eyes, my father wrote:

The weather was fine on 24 November

Today's weather is wonderful, cloudless, and my most important loved one in this world has arrived - my son has been born! I gave him a nickname called Nannan.

Nannan's eyes were big, big, and shining like stars.

My mom said he looked exactly like I did when I was a kid.

I want to train Nannan to become a painter, because painting is my dream, but because I have to let go of these dreams because of my family.

My dear Nannan, please thrive by my side in the future, you must be an angel sent to me by this world. I'm going to make you the happiest kid in the world, Nannan, the wind is blowing a lot today, and I hope you don't blame your father for scribbling the name you gave you today - Nanfeng.

I vaguely remember crying when I saw my father's diary.

I feel like I'm blessed because I have the best father in the world and he's the person I look up to the most.

My father dusted up his favorite pencil and picked up tweezers, and I once saw my grandmother's house full of my father's awards. One-third of them were paintings, and the appearance of my father in that era was amazing.

He was my role model so naturally, and he was my pride, so I wanted me to be his pride. So since I was a child, the four words of excellence have never left me, and I have become a "good student" in the mouth of my teacher, but my father has never laughed at it, except for the moment when I picked up the paintbrush.

So dear Midsummer, how do you ask me to give up painting and redeem myself? Even though I don't know if I like to draw or not, I respect that painting has become my goal in life.

When I opened the phone I had left behind, it was full of text messages and missed calls. are all from Midsummer and roommate A, as well as Gu Jing and even Su Xiao, the first thing I skipped was a WeChat message from Midsummer, she wrote like this:

Go and redeem yourself, people will give up a lot of things in this life.

The date of this WeChat message was 3 a.m. when they last met, and she probably waited for me to go back all night, and she was sometimes stubborn and distressing......

At this time, the phone rang with the ringtone, "It turns out that you are the lucky ...... I want to keep the most" was called, and I hesitated for a while but answered. “a。”

"Where are you now? After being missing for so long, I was finally willing to answer the phone! ”

"How is she in the middle of summer......"

"She? Midsummer has skipped class for several days in order to find you, and has been notified and criticized, and if you don't go back to school, you will probably be persuaded to quit school. ”

“……”

"Hey...... Southwind ......"

“……”

I hung up the phone and stared at the ceiling.

Midsummer, why are you so stupid, you are going to be expelled from school, do you know? I scolded her many times in my heart, but she was still not there and did not go back to school.

"Let's meet in the middle of summer."

When my WeChat message was sent, I left my phone aside again. There are only two words swirling in my mind, that is, numbness, I stared blankly at the blood-red scratches on my arms that I had scratched with a knife, and there was also a bloodshot on my neck, but why? I suddenly felt so numb that I didn't feel any pain at all.