It turned out that it was because of a broken hand.

Right hand.

Her right hand, which was so important to her that she was like life, was once so injured that she couldn't even hold a pen.

At that time, she should have been desperate.

Rong Yi moved his lips, and it took a long time to find his voice: "That...... Grandma, why is she ...... Will it hurt your hand? ”

The old lady shook her head: "Qingqing, that child, always looks like a smile when she looks at me, and she refuses to say anything when she asks her." ”

"But I remember that when she was injured, her right hand was wrapped in gauze all the time, and when she wanted to paint, she could only use her left hand."

"But my left hand is not used to it, and I can't continue to draw, so the child sits in a daze."

Speaking of this, the old lady tugged at Rong Yi's arm as if she remembered something: "Young man, I'll show you something." ”

Seeing her stand up, Rong Yi got up and helped the old lady to the bedroom.

Walking to the bed, the old lady reached out and opened the pillow, unzipped the pillowcase, and took out a cloth bag from inside.

Back in the living room, she opened the cloth bag and poured out small pieces of paper that had been torn apart.

When I poured it out, a few of them fell under the coffee table.

Rong Yi bent down and picked up all the pieces of paper: "Grandma, this is ......"

Old lady: "When Qingqing finished drawing this, he tore it all up, and I secretly picked up all the pieces of paper and hid them until now." ”

"At that time, I saw her tear this ......"

The old man is really a little confused, and his behavior is incomprehensible.

However, Rong Yi was still patient, and cooperated with the old lady to slowly put together the torn pieces of paper one by one.

At the beginning, there was nothing wrong with the corners.

When I got to the middle part, I saw the rough outline, and Rong Yi's hand holding the piece of paper suddenly paused in mid-air.

This background......

It's like the library when I first met her.

He steadied himself and began to tease the timeline.

The old lady said that this was painted by Chen Aiqing while taking care of her.

And when she was with him, he didn't realize that she had time to take care of an old lady.

So contact with the old lady should be after separating from him.

In other words, during the time after the separation, she endured the grief of the death of her best friend, withstood the pressure of being unable to hold a pen due to an injury to her right hand, and took on the responsibility of caring for an old lady.

How many things did he not know about the little girl?

The old lady was still like a child, aiming the pieces of paper at the torn marks and putting them back together one by one.

Gradually, the outline of the whole painting came out.

Obviously, though, the painting was not finished.

The old lady pointed to the position where she had just drawn a rough outline of the human face in the painting and said, "Young man, do you see that this place looks like a person?" ”

"Oh, by the way, boy, I don't know your name yet......"

Rong Yi stared at the painting and muttered, "My name is Rong Yi ......"

The old lady's attention returned to the painting, and she didn't know if she was confused, she began to speak incoherently: "This, Qingqing doesn't know, I remember last time Qingqing, no, not Qingqing, it's Yun'er......"

"Yun'er is very serious and well-behaved when she paints, she said, only by painting with heart can you be beautiful."

"Look, how beautiful, my Yun'er painted it, this, it must be someone she likes......"

Rong Yi took a deep breath: "This is my ......"