Jiu Ye, little ancestor, she is crazy

Xixi replied, "Of course I know, brother. I'm ready. Don't worry."

I was still a little worried, so I continued to ask, "Do you need me to go with you then?"

Xixi smiled and said, "No need, brother, I can take care of myself."

I sighed helplessly, wondering how this girl could be so independent. But I couldn't help but remind her, "Okay, but you have to be careful."

Xixi said mischievously: "I know, brother, I'm not a child anymore."

After hanging up the phone, I couldn't help but sigh that my sister has really grown up and become more and more independent.

As her older brother, I should also give her more trust and support. I hope she can achieve good results in this competition.

Tang's father looked at his son with a pleased smile on his face. He gently patted Tang Bufan on the shoulder and said, "Son, you have grown up and learned to control your emotions. Dad is happy for you."

Tang Bufan nodded slightly, a mature light flashing in his eyes. He said firmly, "Yes, father, I have understood the responsibility and obligation.

I will support Xixi in my own way, so that she can feel the warmth of her family in Kyoto. After all, the hearts of our Tang family are always connected."

At the same time, Bo Ling sat in front of the computer, concentrating on drawing his own design.

Her past dreams and original intentions emerged in her mind, and she decided to use this purity to describe the content of this competition.

She gently picked up the tip of the pen and danced it on the paper, each stroke condensed with hard work and expectations.

Under her brush, the lines are intertwined with emotions and ideals, just like the persistence and perseverance in her heart.

Bo Ling knew very well that no matter what the final outcome was, the love of the Tang family would always be her strongest support.

In this golden autumn day, her dream, like a falling leaf, finally found its home.

But at this moment, Bo Ling didn't know what was wrong with his heart. He felt empty. It was as if something very important in his heart had been lost.

No matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find that warm feeling. Bo Ling's heart felt empty and painful.

She felt an invisible force pulling at her soul, preventing her from escaping the pain.

She tried to find something to fill the void, but nothing she did could ease the feeling of loss.

Bo Ling picked up the phone and called Fenghuang, telling her all her feelings.

Her voice was trembling and helpless, as if she was seeking comfort and understanding.

After hearing this, Phoenix said with a broken heart, "Silly girl, your heart is empty. The person you loved is gone, and you are heartbroken."

His words were full of concern and worry for Bo Ling, making people feel his sincerity and warmth.

Bo Ling was silent for a moment and then replied, "Yes, my heart is empty.

But this doesn't mean I've lost hope or courage. On the contrary, I believe time will slowly heal all wounds and allow me to regain my inner peace and happiness."

Phoenix sighed and said, "Silly girl, are you really heartbroken? If your heart is dead, will you still feel pain?

No, I'm not heartbroken, I just can't find that warmth for the time being."

His words revealed encouragement and support for Bo Ling, making people feel his care and protection.

Bo Ling's voice was low, yet it held a hint of resolve. She understood that pain was the price of growth.

And she will choose to face it bravely and use the pen of design to draw her own wonderful works.

She will move on, no longer bound by the past, but actively pursue her dreams and happiness.

"Phoenix, you're right. Everyone goes through moments like this, feeling lost and lost."

Bo Ling's eyes gradually became clear, as if in the distant Kyoto, she had seen the way forward for herself.

In this autumn with falling leaves, she will carry the love and expectations of her family, and use courage and persistence to paint the most brilliant colors for her dreams.

After talking with Fenghuang, Bo Ling finally understood her true inner thoughts. She knew that Fu Jiuyan still had a place in her heart.

At this moment, Bo Ling saw his own heart clearly and found his own direction.

Only when she saw the floor plan did she regain her sense of self. It turned out that what she had always longed for was to be with Fu Jiuyan.

Bo Ling poured all her emotions onto the drawing paper, and every stroke was filled with longing for Fu Jiuyan.

Bo Ling's pen moved gently across the paper, and every line was like a bond between her and Fu Jiuyan, carrying endless love and concern.

She carefully depicts every detail, making the scenes in the picture vivid and real.

Under her pen, Fu Jiuyan's figure gradually emerged. His smile was warm and kind, and his eyes revealed deep love.

Bo Ling's brushstrokes became more and more fluent, and she seemed to feel that Fu Jiuyan was by her side, sharing this beauty with her.

As the painting was completed, Bo Ling's mood became particularly relaxed.

She knows that no matter what difficulties and challenges she will encounter in the future, as long as she has love in her heart, she will be able to overcome everything.

Because love is her driving force and the meaning of her life.

The golden fallen leaves are transformed into warm elements in her designs, as if to imply that no matter how the seasons change, sincere emotions will never fade.

Each leaf is a story, a memory, carrying the good times they spent together.

On this quiet autumn afternoon, the sun shines through the mottled leaves onto the ground, forming patches of golden light.

She sat in front of the window, holding a paintbrush in her hand. Her thoughts danced with the tip of the brush, and she gradually found the long-lost warmth.

Fu Jiuyan's image became clearer and clearer in Bo Ling's painting. His smile was like the last ray of warm sunshine in autumn, illuminating the fog in her heart.

She used colors to depict every little detail of their past, and those happy times reappeared on the drawing paper, as if she could touch those beautiful memories as long as she stretched out her hand.

In the picture, Fu Jiuyan looked at her tenderly, his eyes full of doting and love. She shyly responded to his gaze, a happy smile on her face.

In the late autumn of 2024, Bo Ling deeply incorporates this longing into his works, making each painting full of affectionate calls for Fu Jiuyan.

She hopes to convey her deepest feelings through these paintings and tell him: "I'm here waiting for you to come back."

She believed that even if time passed, this emotion would eventually travel through time and space and reach his heart, just like fallen leaves floating in the autumn wind, and would eventually find a home.

Maybe one day, when Fu Jiuyan sees these paintings, he will feel her feelings and return to her.

At that time, they will once again walk through every spring, summer, autumn and winter hand in hand and create more beautiful memories together.

At this moment, the fallen leaves outside the window seemed to be dancing for her determination. They danced in the wind, spinning lightly, as if telling Bo Ling something.

The fallen leaves drew the most beautiful arcs in the air, as if cheering her on and encouraging her to move forward courageously.