Two years have passed, if He Yi'an is still alive, why wouldn't he come back to look for him.
This painting is only more similar to He Yi'an's painting style.
There are billions of people in the world. Although such a coincidence is rare, it is not impossible.
Shelley sighed, he was no longer familiar with such disappointment in the past two years.
He shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Let's go, let's go back."
His voice was faintly full of vicissitudes, as if some old monk who had settled down had already looked down upon the worldly love.
The driver nodded, a faint look of pain flashed in his eyes.
No one thought of which one would come first, the accident or tomorrow.
The two of them used to be so close, but Mr. He Yi'an was involved in a car accident. Now that Shelley has been away for two years, he still hasn't come out of that painful memory.
When the driver was about to reverse the car back, suddenly, he heard Shelley get up suddenly, reach out and grab the seat in front of him, making a soft sound.
The driver subconsciously looked back at Shelley in the rearview mirror, and saw Shelley's eyes bright, looking in the direction of the small villa, as if seeing some hope.
However, in the next moment, his eyes turned cold again, as if there were lightning, thunder, and storm in them, but they were firmly pressed by his eyelids, hiding deep anger.
Sometimes, just because the anger doesn't show up doesn't mean the anger disappears.
It will only keep accumulating, and when it reaches the apex, it will burst out together.
Seeing Shelley's eyes like this, the driver already had a prediction in his heart.
But when his eyes returned to normal and he saw the man standing by the door frame of the villa, his body still trembled slightly.
The man who everyone thought he had been buried in the river was standing by the door frame with a low eyebrow and a slight smile.
He reached out and rubbed the boy's head, smiled and said something to the woman beside him, and then the woman went back to the house, and when she came out again, she already had a bag of fruit in her hand.
The woman stuffed the fruit into the boy's hands, she raised her head and glanced at He Yi'an beside her, and the two stood at the door together, watching the boy leave with the fruit.
After the boy left by bike with fruit, the woman went back to the house beforehand, and He Yi'an also closed the door.
The two are so warm, like a young couple.
Shelley's eyes seemed to be burning with anger, like the fire from hell, capable of devouring all living beings and light in this world.
At the same time, He Yi'an and the woman beside him returned to the house.
They went straight to the other side of the house, passing the living room, which was a small studio.
There are two drawing boards, and the things drawn on them are the same.
Although the styles are slightly different, it can be seen at a glance that what the two of them are painting is a photo hanging in front of the studio.
The photo shows the silhouette of an old man, black and white, with vertical and horizontal wrinkles, which is the best material for practicing light and shadow portraits.
He Yi'an glanced at the picture drawn by Liana beside him, and simply pointed out the problem.
Liana watched quietly from the side, remembering everything He Yi'an said in her mind.
After accepting He Yi'an's opinion, Liana sat down to draw again, and she couldn't help asking while drawing.
"Mr. He, Lafu came to you and said that someone asked about your paintings. Why didn't you let him tell you that you are the artist of the paintings? You know, if your works are recognized a little bit, you will earn a lot of money! "
Liana is He Yi'an's student. She is a girl who was born and raised in this small town. She studied painting at school. When she came home this winter vacation, she accidentally found an empty house one street away from her home. Oriental man.
Men like to paint, and the works are particularly good, but the asking price is low, as if they can paint in any style.
So in a short period of two years, many people in the town had his paintings.
Some asked him to paint murals for the restaurant, some asked him to draw a few paintings to hang at home, and even newcomers asked him to help draw invitations.
He Yiping accepted the requests of these people without thinking.
His works are excellent, even Liana thinks his drawing ability is better than the teachers in her school.
So I asked him if he could start a class for a short time and teach himself how to draw.
theLiana always felt that He Yi'an was talented but had no ambitions. She had classmates who were inferior to He Yi'an in terms of style and skills, but they had already earned a reputation. It was said that they opened a studio in a big city and took orders to make money. You can make a lot of money every month.
Liana thought, if He Yi'an went out to open a studio to make money, then He Yi'an would definitely be more successful than her former classmates.
In Lianna's heart, making money is the ultimate goal of learning to paint.
But He Yi'an just smiled and shook his head, "I like this kind of life, the town is very peaceful."
He has never been short of money since he was a child, but no day is as happy as this time.
?Wake up in the morning to watch the sunrise, and draw pictures in my free time at noon. Occasionally, customers come to the door and put forward their own requirements, and the two discuss the price.
Time passed quickly, and soon it was evening.
The evening light was beautiful, He Yi'an only felt that he had never seen such a pure starry sky.
There is a rocking chair at the door of the villa.
In that rocking chair, he had seen the sun rise more than once, or the sky full of stars.
These days are the days that he could not ask for.
Liana glanced at He Yi'an, who was just drawing, and her eyes inevitably fell on the burn mark on his wrist.
A mysterious oriental man, his light brown eyes seem to have seen the tops of the mountains, and it seems that he has seen the boundless deep sea.
All the stories are hidden in his light brown eyes, but whenever people look into his eyes, they only feel that the bottom of his eyes is as clear and pure as a pool of water, like a young man who has not yet entered the world.
Liana only felt that her thoughts were very strange, and she stopped thinking about them immediately.
Concentrate on painting.
Three hours passed in a flash, and by the time Liana packed her things and was about to leave, the sky outside had completely darkened.
He Yi'an took a look at the pitch-black sky outside, and took off his hat and scarf from the entrance beside him.
Seeing this, Liana knew what he was thinking in an instant, and quickly waved her hand and said, "Mr. He, my home is very close to here, so you don't have to go out to see me off."
He Yi'an shook his head indifferently, and insisted on going out to see her off.
"It doesn't matter. It's still dangerous for a girl to walk at night after all. I'll take you there, and I'll come back by myself. No one will do anything to me."
[The author has something to say]
The original outline of He Yi'an was going to be blackened, but because it could only write about brotherhood, many plots in the original outline could not be written, so it could only be revised to the current situation. "s story.
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