Early the next morning.

The young sister-in-law fed the crispy porridge to An Ning with a spoon one bite at a time.

Halfway through feeding.

When Sister-in-law Qing handed the porridge to An Ning's lips again.

An Ning closed her lips and skimmed her face.

His eyes fell on the gentleman's orchid on the windowsill without a trace.

She couldn't drink it anymore.

That junzi orchid is really the most beautiful color in the ward.

There are dark green, evergreen, warm orange, goose yellow......

Watch it bask in the sun, surrounded by the breeze, and bloom unbridled.

Freely, facing yourself and the world.

An Ning suddenly felt jealous, just a little.

Well, a little bit.

Sister-in-law Qing sighed and put the porcelain bowl in her hand.

When will A-Ning's appetite get better and better?

From the bag, take out the drawing board, brushes and drawing paper, and put them in An Ning's hand.

"A-Ning, that's it."

An Ning's eyes lit up, his eyes were shining, and he was full of brilliance.

looked at the young sister-in-law steadily, her lips moved slightly, and two words were conjured.

Thank you.

When the young sister-in-law recognized this mouth shape, she felt pity in her heart, and her eyes became more and more loving.

For the first time, I saw her so alive.

Finally, there is the appearance of a flower girl.

Sister-in-law Qing has always wanted a daughter, and she is counting on a girl when she looks forward to the stars and the moon.

As a result, I gave birth to a handle, so I don't regret it.

Tranquility, fulfilling all her fantasies about her daughter.

Well-behaved and cute, knowledgeable, little padded jacket.

An Ning stretched out her hand almost tremblingly, her fingertips trembling slightly, and carefully stroked every part of it.

From the nib, to the stroke, to the body, to the tail. Feel the mystery and beauty of creation.

It's so familiar, it's so familiar.

In my mind, a few fragments suddenly flashed.

A girl, in the studio, sitting on a stool. Affectionate with a paintbrush, carefully traced...... A boy.

Laughing, crying, lying, or lying down......

Thousands of postures, stroke by stroke, all poured into love.

The sweet and silky feeling goes deep into the bone marrow and is addictive.

An Ning didn't understand why she had to paint.

It's just that deep in her soul, a voice told her that she had to be.

Is it because of a person?

It's important, deeply, etched into her bones.

It can be regarded as a trace of connection with the past, a trace of bonding.

So, after getting the phone. The two words I wanted to type the most were so subconsciously poured out.

This is an obsession, an obsession engraved in the bones.

Tears flowed down the contours of the face, down the neck, down the collarbones. Wet the placket and blur the eyes.

I wanted to cry, but I was stopped by death.

When it comes to the mouth, it is astringent, salty, and slightly bitter.

"Aning! Anin! ”

In my ears, I heard the eager voice of the young sister-in-law, full of anxiety and incomprehension.

An Ning raised her head slightly, her eyes were confused and confused......

A pair of bottomless eyes, at this moment, covered with mist, making it difficult to see her eyes.

An Ning didn't know why she was crying.

She didn't want to cry.

The body is uncontrollable, and the lacrimal glands are constantly secreting tears, which is difficult to contain.

This cry is like a flood that bursts the embankment, and the tears can't stop flowing.

The throat is sore, and the heart and mouth are sore and painful.

Is it the residual consciousness of the body?

An Ning didn't understand, and she didn't want to.

She wanted to ask Old Man Time.

What to ask?

She didn't know.