"My Light, for you."

Shen Sihuan placed the painting on his lap and carefully stroked the frame. The frame wasn't too small, and when it stood up, it covered her entire face, revealing only a strand of hair on the top of her head.

The master's first work is now in his own hands, and, he said, he wants to give it to her.

I want to spun around in a circle and sprinkle flowers ~~~~~

Shen Sihuan's little head tilted from behind the frame, looked at Li Yan, and asked, "Can I take it apart now?" ”

Li Yan smiled and said, "Of course." ”

She gently tore a corner of the yellow wrapper, and the gray lines showed out from the inside, but in the end she was still impatient, and with two "hisses", the wrapping paper fell to the ground in pieces.

It was a painting with black, white and gray as the main colors.

The wall behind the hotel, the trees on the side of the road, the white clouds in the sky, including the little boy standing in front of the windowsill, are all black and white. Only the little girl kneeling on the windowsill, dressed in a red polka dot suit, held a small yellow umbrella in her hand, the tip of the metal umbrella was brightened by the sun after the rain, and was refracted into a warm halo......

[2004.

That year, Shen Xihuan was 6 years old.

After a year of being lost, she finally returned to the Shen family. But before Shen Fangnian had time to hold a banquet to announce the good news to his friends in the world, the bad news of Wen Li, an old friend for many years and the person in charge of Shengtian Hotel, who had died suddenly in the middle of the night, spread all over Lin City.

This day is Wen Li's funeral, and the mourning hall is located in the Sheng Tian Hotel.

There was an endless stream of visitors, and the entire banquet hall was completely devoid of the splendor and jewels of the past. As far as the eye can see, there are only black and white colors-

The white chrysanthemums plastered all over the walls, the large inscriptions composed of black silk flowers in the middle, the gold carpet was replaced by a scripture brocade with black characters on a white background, and the seats on both sides were also wrapped in delicate black silk......

Guests dressed in black stepped forward with solemn expressions, offering flowers, bowing, and then taking their seats in the private seats next to them. In just a few hours, the two sides were already full of people, square and square, looking like black spirit flags from a distance.

And under the black and white background, everyone was silent and did not smile, just like a silent film broadcast on the spot.

When Shen Sihuan was dragged into the hall by Shen Fangnian, he saw such a picture.

For children, death is just a dictionary word, there are not many strokes, and the definition is very simple, but the heaviness and sadness it represents behind it, children do not understand.

Although she didn't understand, Shen Sihuan couldn't help but tighten her grandfather's hand, she didn't like it here because everyone was unhappy.

They came forward to lay flowers and salute, and then extended their condolences to the families.

Shen Sihuan noticed that behind Uncle Wen and Aunt Wen and Brother Wen Jian, there was a boy standing against the wall.

Eight or nine years old, tall and thin, with filial piety on his arms, his head bowed, and he did not speak. Two boys of the same age beside him, one on the left and one on the right, accompanied him, one with a single eyelid, was secretly yawning; The other was pale and in poor spirits, but he insisted on standing against the wall.

She knew who he was, Wen Yan.

Grandpa told him that he was the first to find Grandpa Wen, who had lost his body temperature.

He must be sad.

Thinking so, she broke free of Shen Fangnian's hand and walked towards Wen Yan.

She stood still in front of him, her fingers twisting the hem of her garment, and she hesitated. She wants to hug him, but, will he not like it?

In the end, she chose to pull his right hand, his fingers were so cold, she hurriedly reached over the other hand, put her hands together, and covered his hand in the palm of her hand.

She said, "Is it still cold?" ”

He had been hiding in the corner like a puppet suddenly shrank his eyes, he shook off her hand fiercely, and trotted out of the mourning hall ......]