The boy watched this scene with a bright smile on his face.

After a while, the butterfly that had not picked the honey flew away with its beautiful wings.

Xie Rou, who was in a wheelchair not far away, stared closely at the butterfly that flew away, and when the butterfly flew away and was out of sight, Xie Rou turned her gaze back to the boy who was drawing.

She had been here for a long time, and she was very curious when she noticed the boy's drawing movements, and when she saw the butterflies all resting on it, Xie Rou couldn't help but be surprised, her beautiful eyes were full of surprise.

She wanted to go over and take a closer look at the boy's painting, but before she could push the wheelchair over, the boy who had been concentrating on painting suddenly stopped what he was doing, raised his eyes and looked over, and when he met Xie Rou's surprised eyes, he was slightly stunned.

Looking down at the painting that had almost been drawn, the movement of his hand accelerated, and when he saw that his subordinates had finally finished drawing, the boy made a movement that surprised Xie Rou.

The boy tore off the page, and walked over to her with it.

The boy stood in front of Xie Rou, his face was a little red, he was very nervous and shy and pulled out a slightly stiff smile, he handed the painting in his hand to Xie Rou, and whispered: "You seem to have been here for a long time, this is for you." ”

After speaking, the boy lowered his head, his face turned crimson, and he didn't see Xie Rou take the painting for a long time, and the boy's crimson face developed in the direction of redness.

Xie Rou suppressed the surprise in her heart and took the painting in the boy's hand. Seeing the painting on the paper, a smile crept up on the corner of Xie Rou's mouth. She raised her head and said softly to the boy, "Thank you, you have a great drawing!" ”

Hearing Xie Rou's compliment, a trace of embarrassment appeared on the boy's face, but the smile on his face was not so stiff.

"If you like it." The boy scratched his head and said. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned back to the bench and sat down, and continued to draw the scenery he liked with his sketchbook and pen, the concentration and the shyness with which he sent her to paint, and no one who looked at it would think that the boy was depressed, and that it was severe.

The reason why she noticed the boy was also because of this, three years after the previous life, the news of the boy jumping off the building made a big noise, so everyone finally had a little understanding of depression. Since then, depression has become a disease that makes everyone feel distressed, rather than a hypocritical emotion.

In her previous life, she would have seen the news of this boy because there were pictures in the news that the boy had drawn in the past, and the boy was a very talented child, but his father was a university professor and his mother was a scientific researcher.

As a result, the boy's talent for drawing was not understood by his family, and he was forced to study mathematics in the hope that he would become a mathematician in the future.

Even the boy's hospitalization was reported in the news a little. There was a gas leak at the boy's house, and the boy happened to take a nap at home, and woke up to the hospital.

Xie Rou saw the report by chance, and immediately remembered the news in her previous life, knowing that she and the boy were in the same hospital, Xie Rou had the idea of wanting to see the boy, but before she could find a reason to see it, she accidentally saw a boy in the garden who was concentrating on painting.

Xie Rou looked at the boy who continued to bow his head and paint, she looked quietly and did not bother in the past, she put away the painting given by the boy in her hand, and made a move, seeing the vigorous state of the painting, Xie Rou couldn't help but think, the boy wouldn't be severely depressed now, right?

She looked up at the boy and saw the smile on the boy's face, which didn't look like he was depressed. But for some reason, she just couldn't feel at ease.

Suddenly, she saw a menacing man on the trail coming from behind the boy.

He snatched the brush and sketchbook from the boy's hand, and yelled at the boy angrily, "I knew you were here!" ”

The boy wanted to reclaim the album, and his clean eyes showed anxiety and fear, staring at the album in the man's hand.

Seeing this, Xie Rou hurriedly pushed the wheelchair over.

Just heard the man's punishment for disobedience to the boy, "I'll let you draw!" I'm going to tear it up today, and I see you're still drawing like that! ”

As he spoke, the man held a section of the album in each hand, and tore a short crack in the page with his hand.

When the boy saw it, tears welled up in his eyes, and he cried out heartbreakingly: "Don't! ”

"Sir!"

A female voice sounded from behind the man, and the man tore the album for a moment.

He turned around blankly, saw Xie Rou in a wheelchair in front of him, and said with a puzzled face: "I'm teaching my own son." ”

Xie Rou was relieved to see that there was only a short crack in the album on the man's hand, and it did not hurt the pattern on the painting.

Hearing the man's explanation, Xie Rou was almost laughed at by him, can you teach a child such a lesson? If you don't feel good in your heart, you can tear up your child's things, and this kind of lesson should have ended eight hundred years earlier.

But she was not in the mood to have a fight with this man, she smiled at the man, and then said, "Sir, the album in your hand is mine, please return it to me." ”

"Little girl, what are you kidding, this is obviously my son's, you can't say that nonsense." The man burst out laughing when he heard Xie Rou's words, and the anger in his heart disappeared suddenly. He looked at Xie Rou, who looked like a student in a wheelchair, and said questioningly.

"Sir, if you don't believe me, you can ask your son." Xie Rou was not afraid of the man's gaze at all, she said to the man with a faint smile.

Seeing that Xie Rou was not afraid, the man's heart also beat a drum, and he was a little unsure if this album was a boy's.

He turned his head to look at Xie Rou, glanced at the boy who had stopped crying all of a sudden, and there were still tears on his eyelashes, and he asked in a deep voice, "Is this album really hers?" ”

The boy was slightly stunned, and he looked at Xie Rou. Xie Rou winked at him. The boy understood all of a sudden, and he nodded and replied, "Yes." ”

Hearing the boy's answer, the man's face sank, and he asked with a dark face, "Since it's hers, why is the album in your hand?" ”

The man stared at the boy with a look of doubt and disbelief, trying to see the boy's flaws.

However, at this moment, the boy just wanted to keep the album, and the expression on his face was extremely determined.

Xie Rou saw the man's disbelief, and she whispered, "Because I left this album on the chair, probably your son picked it up." I turned my head back to look, and I saw that you were tearing up my album. Sir, I need an explanation. ”

"I'm so sorry, I thought this album belonged to my son. He usually likes to do these things when he doesn't like to study, and I got angry and started this album. You say a amount, I'll pay you, what do you think? ”