Li Yan put the vegetables into Shen Sihuan's bowl like a loving father, and the latter was shrinking his neck, burying his head in the rice, eager to bury his face under the table.

Hey, what a shame! After staring at Li Yan for a few seconds, she turned her head stupidly and said to Wen Yan: "Wen Yan, my dream is so detailed!" You see, I also got a pigtail for Master Li Yan! ”

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Li Yan touched the ponytail on the back of his head again, and said with a smile: "I really haven't trimmed my hair for a long time, and I knew I wanted to see you today, so I dressed up." Thank you for liking my 'pigtails'~"

Shen Xihuan stuffed a bunch of food in his mouth, nodded with bulging cheeks, and his smile was stiff.

Because she threw herself on the rice bowl, although she ate a meal like pins and needles, she ate it to the end in a blink of an eye. Taking the napkin handed over by Wen Yan, she wiped her mouth repeatedly, and then stood up and seriously expressed a polite greeting from a little fan to idols.

"That, Mr. Li Yan, thank you. I didn't know you were here, you just broke my rudeness. I've seen all your paintings, I really like them! Thank you for being willing to share them with me, thank you. Also, thank you for serving me food, thank you ......."

She is like a repeater, from time to time she says "thank you", thank you come and thank you, and the award ceremony is almost at this pace.

Li Yan smiled and asked her to sit down, and then looked at Wen who was silent and smiling beside her. It's really a contradictory and perfect match.

"It's me who should say thank you, and I've wanted to say thank you in person for so many years. If it weren't for you, Li Yan would have been out of this world a long time ago, not to mention any painter Li Yan. Well, I never imagined that the person who kept in correspondence with me and tried to persuade me to come here to hold an exhibition was actually a little boy back then. Fate, it's really amazing. ”

Shen Sihuan looked at Li Yan with a puzzled face, and then looked at Wen Yan.

"Xiao Yan, haven't you told her yet?" Seeing Wen Yan shake his head, Li Yan continued: "I will always remember that it was September 13, 2004. I lost my legs that year, and I was going to finish a few things to worry about, but I ended my life, and Linshi was my last stop......"

"My grandmother was born here, but she moved when she was eight years old and never came back. I remember she told me that there is a mountain called Donglin in Lin City, and there is a camphor tree at the foot of the mountain that is hundreds of years old. She carved her name on a branch and begged it to bless her for a smooth life. So in this life, she really experienced wars and natural disasters, and she still grew old safely, and she felt that the tree was sheltering her. She regretted not being able to go back, touch it, and thank it. ”

"So here I am, dragging my empty trouser legs. I remember that the weather was not very good that day, it rained, the rain had not yet cleared, the road was wet, and the car I was sitting in was stuck in traffic. At that time, I felt really, like I was stuck in the mud at the bottom of the valley. Then, I stumbled by a window looking out the window, which was the back of a big hotel, and I saw a little boy and a little girl......"

"The car was stuck in traffic for more than half an hour, and I just kept watching them...... Look at you guys. The Chinese have a saying that people die like lights go out. I felt like the light in my heart came on again, and then it stayed on me until now......"

As he spoke, he wiped the corners of his eyes and nodded to the young man, who took out a painting from behind him, which was tightly wrapped.

Li Yan handed the painting to Shen Sihuan with both hands, "My "Light" is given to you." ”