"Eh, that's a weird name." He Jing was immediately attracted by this painting, isn't the camellia in the painting blooming very well, why is it called the death of the camellia?"

He Yi pursed his lips and explained, "Because when it reaches its peak, it will begin to wither."

So, this is a flower that looks good but is actually destined to wither, it has lived brilliantly and died openly.

He Yi didn't know if He Jing understood what he meant, so he heard He Jing say with a little regret, "Ah, that's so sad, can I paint another painting?"

"Huh?" He Yi looked puzzled, he suddenly became serious, and almost swore a solemn word, "As long as I can draw it, I will draw it for you."

He Jing smiled: "Then draw a picture of the beginning of spring, the beginning of the beginning, and show me when I come back."

He Yi was stunned.

He felt as if He Jing was comforting him, but he was indeed much more comfortable in his heart, and as soon as he heard the word "come back", he became expectant.

Is it the beginning of spring?

He could.

He would draw a better picture than Camellia Death and show it to her when the time came.

He Jing said again: "I happened to go to the oil painting exhibition with Rheal today, and I took a lot of pictures, and I will send them to you."

After the He family had abundant funds, He Yi's mobile phone was also equipped.

He Jing hurriedly sent the pictures one by one, hoping to bring any inspiration to He Yi.

Finally, He Yiqi opened his heart and couldn't help but ask, "When will you come back?"

He Jing smiled: "Soon, oh, there is not much time left."

With this clear answer, He Yi's face turned completely cloudy, the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile that was almost nothing, and his eyes exuded an extremely bright brilliance, he was like a jewel that had been wiped off the dust, and his sparkle could be felt through the screen.

After He Chen came back from pretending to go out to dry clothes, He Yi pinched the phone with satisfaction, and He Jing turned around and smiled sweetly: "Sixth brother asked me to say hello to you on his behalf."

He Chen's eyebrows and eyes doted: "Little clever ghost, you don't have to rack your brains to help me repair the relationship, no matter how disagreeable I amend, I am still a brother, I hate each other on the surface, but my heart is still connected."

"Really?" He Jing didn't believe it very much, obviously they were so discordant that one party had to avoid the other when making a video call.

"Of course." He Chen said very naturally.

He Jing thought about it for a while, and suddenly realized, "What kind of relationship is the original relationship with the sixth brother."

True? Brothers who love and kill each other.

If you throw them to ancient times, with the court as the background, the two of them are estimated to fight to the death for the throne, and every day they either stick knives in each other, or on the way to insert knives in each other, but when one party is really in trouble, the other party can give up everything to block arrows for him or even die.

Made, it's gone.

He Jing's mood fluctuated, and with his brain supplement, he almost burst into tears on the spot, and He Chen's expression gradually became subtle when he looked at He Jing's appearance-

Is it a delusion?

How he felt that his sister was thinking of something strange.

……

After a few days of harassing Rheal, He Jing decided to go back, firstly because Rheal suddenly had something to do, and secondly, she had to go back to reunite with her parents when the New Year was approaching.

Yan Hanxi, who was worthy of this trip, wore a sassy sunglasses, and his smile was more cunning than a fox, he took advantage of He Chen's inattention, sneaked to He Jing's side and said: "Three good students, send me more after you go back: I have been cleaning for two days, and it is really hard to type one more word.