Zhang Yi opened the door and found a Meituan guy wearing a yellow raincoat standing at the door.

"May I ask if it is Mr. Zhang Yi from 205, your Meituan takeaway."

Brother Meituan carried a takeaway and handed it to Zhang Yi, Zhang Yi looked at it and found that the opposite of Brother Meituan's wet raincoat was that the takeaway did not stick.

Zhang Yi took the takeaway and said thank you, and then witnessed the takeaway brother disappear from his field of vision.

"Didi"

The phone rang and lit up with the light of Youlan, and when she opened the phone, she found that it was Li Xiaoya's message, she told Zhang Yi that she ordered the takeaway, and told him that he was picked up at night, and he would not come back tomorrow and go to work directly.

Seeing this information, Zhang Yi had mixed feelings, is this a green hat, if it is a green hat, is it happy that he is about to take off this green hat, so why can't he be happy at the moment?

Another day came, Zhang Yi was woken up by the knock on the door of the takeaway brother in the morning, which was ordered by Li Xiaoya again, and it was estimated that the order was placed in the crook of a man's arm.

Zhang Yi quickly finished eating and walked out of the house, he planned to go to see Li Xiaoya's mouth and his studio today.

When I came to the street, I quickly found this funeral supply store, because the target was too eye-catching, with black and white plaques, and all kinds of wreaths piled up at the door, which did not fit in with the surrounding hardware and grocery stores.

Zhang Yi walked to the funeral supply store and found a person lying motionless on the counter.

"Hello."

Zhang Yi didn't know what to say, so he had to say hello.

Hearing this, the man slowly raised his head, revealing a thin face as white as a skeleton.

"Brother Yi"

The man's face suddenly changed, and he jumped up as if he had a spring on his buttocks.

A two-meter bamboo pole stood in front of Zhang Yi in an instant, making Zhang Yi feel a little worried, afraid that a gust of wind would take him away.

The bamboo pole pounced on Zhang Yi, and then hugged him tightly and let out a deafening cry.

This cry was heartbreaking, the ground shook, and along with this cry were tears like a flash flood, and the tears fell on Zhang Yi's cheeks, hot.

Zhang Yi didn't resist, he lost his memory, he didn't know how deep the bamboo pole man in front of him was with him, but he could understand the man's deep brotherly affection for him.

Suddenly, the footsteps that shook the mountains came from far and near, and Zhang Yi was shocked, could it be an earthquake.

At this moment, the man holding Zhang Yi's bamboo pole was instantly grabbed and thrown aside, and then a huge force embraced Zhang Yi into his arms.

This force was very amazing, taking Zhang Yi's entire face into his arms, and he felt that his whole face was pressed against two soft and large large balloons, and even breathing became difficult.

"Wow, ah......... Wow"

The crying was like thunder, exploding in Zhang Yi's ears, and the exploded Zhang Yi's ears made a sound of Weng Ming, but this is not fatal, the worse it is, the big hands holding him are more and more excited with crying, and the hug is getting tighter and tighter, and his whole face is buried in the peak.

The altitude of the mountain peak is very high, there is a serious lack of oxygen, and altitude sickness immediately occurs, and Zhang Yi struggled a few times without being able to breathe, and his eyes were dark, and his legs were weak and unconscious.

When Zhang Yi woke up from a coma, he found a huge woman of about 200 pounds sitting next to the bamboo pole man.

Compared to the bamboo pole man, this is simply a male and female version of the fat and thin head.

This woman is wearing a light blue dress with two ponytails, although she is fat, her facial features are very delicate, and she is very beautiful.

She touched Zhang Yi's cheek with one hand and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the other.

Seeing Zhang Yi wake up, the woman cried again and was about to pounce on Zhang Yi again, but was stopped by the bamboo pole man.

"Stop, Brother Yi will be stunned by you again in a while."

The fat woman had no choice but to retract the hand she had just stretched out, and she sobbed and said, "Brother Yi, you are finally back, you have been missing for a long time, everyone says you are dead, we thought we would never see you again." ”

After saying that, he began to cry again.

Zhang Yi sat up, he looked at the bamboo pole man, then at the fat woman, and then said in a low voice: "Hui is back, but I have lost my memory, I can't remember everything, and all the people can't remember." ”

The brother and sister suddenly stopped crying and were stunned for a moment, but quickly returned to normal and comforted: "It's okay, it's good to come back, you can't remember that I'll tell you." ”

From the mouths of these two brothers and sisters, I learned that they grew up together since childhood, Zhang Yi's parents died in a car accident when he was seven years old, and then he grew up living alone and eating hundreds of meals, and the most help was the parents of the brothers and sisters.

The brother and sister male is called Wicker, and the female is called Willow, and they are also hard-working children, when Wicker was 18 and 16 years old, their parents had terminal cancer and died within a year. Later, they both dropped out of school and ran the funeral goods store that their parents left behind.

Later, Zhang Yi was admitted to the Central Academy of Fine Arts, and his tuition fees were all made up by his own work-study and the two brothers and sisters.

They grew up together, shared hardships together, and experienced the ups and downs of the world together, so their feelings can be seen deeply.

And when Zhang Yi suddenly disappeared, and only the two of them were left in the world, thinking about how terrifying and sad it was.

Seeing this brother and sister, Zhang Yi slowly knew herself, this is like a baby coming to this world, slowly knowing everything, and slowly recognizing this world.

This gave him a direction to live, and he was no longer a walking corpse.

In the afternoon, Zhang Yi walked out of the funeral supplies store and was about to go to the studio to have a look, but he refused to be accompanied by the brother and sister, because he wanted to walk alone, breathe the air of the city, and find some bits and pieces of himself, some branches and branches.

After an hour's walk from the funeral supplies store to the studio, although the weather was very hot and sweaty, Zhang Yi was reluctant to take the car, because he seemed to be afraid of the air conditioning in the car, which always reminded him of the cold corpse cabinet in the morgue.

When he came to the door of the studio, Zhang Yi suddenly stopped, because he didn't have a key, and he didn't know where the key was now.

"Teacher"

A loud and gentle voice came, Zhang Yi looked back and found that it was a little girl wearing a white dress with a schoolbag on her back.

This girl is about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a ponytail, handsome and cute facial features, but at the same time with a youthful youth.

"You are?"

"Teacher, you forgot, I'm your student Huang Ling, the one who is responsible for opening and closing the door every day."

Zhang Yi didn't want to tell her about his amnesia, because it would take a long time to explain.

"I'm sorry, Huang Ling, the teacher has a serious illness and has been hospitalized until now, so my brain is a little blurry."

"Well, I knew you would definitely come back, so I said that the teachers would not run away, and I will go and inform them now."

The girl spoke very excitedly, her eyes were a little red, and she seemed to be afraid that Zhang Yi would turn around and run away as soon as she opened the door of the studio.

Zhang Yi pushed open the glass door of the studio and was greeted by more than a dozen easels with unfinished sketches of fruit and plaster landscapes.

The paintings were very rough, even the most basic perspective and composition were not very accurate, and he felt that the students' skills were not very solid, and they did not even have a primer.

Zhang Yi looked at the easel one by one, but when he walked to an easel in a corner, he was shocked by the paintings on it.

This painting is completely different from the previous ones, both in composition and perspective, but that's not the point, it's the scalp-tingling content in the painting.