The clouds and mists have dispersed, and everyone knows that I love you.

"Thank you."

After eating, Rongyan can stack the used dishes and chopsticks together and put them back in their original place.

"You're welcome."

Shi Yong smiled generously and went over to take it.

Shi Rong worked for nearly three hours without stopping for a moment and finally finished the masterpiece that he wanted to show to Rong Yanke.

There were 37 full pages of paper, and Shi Yang felt tired just by reading them. He held a wet handkerchief with a look of pity on his face.

Help Shi Rong wipe off the carbon stains on his little hands.

Standing up, Shi Rong handed the drawing papers that Chu Yu had arranged in order to Huo Jiuzhou, the tallest one, and asked him to hang them upside down.

And attached his white earlobes, said something.

The man nodded and smiled gently at Shi Rong.

"it is good."

Looking back, Shi Rong looked at the face opposite him.

"Shall I tell you a story?"

Rong Yan knew that she was already prepared. She rested her arms on the table, crossed her hands, and rested her chin on them.

"Okay, I'd like to hear more about it."

Shi Rong smiled.

"The name of the story is: 'Your Life'."

After hearing this, Rong Yanke suddenly put away the smile on her lips.

Before she could ask, Huo Jiuzhou had already raised the first page of drawing paper in his hand at Shi Rong's signal.

Hold it in front of your chest at an angle where your face can be seen clearly.

There was a picture of a tiled and straw house with a chimney on the roof and a fence around it. Inside the fence were several fields where vegetable seedlings were growing.

Inside the open door, there was a middle-aged woman holding a newborn baby girl, who was wrapped in a patched rag.

The short woman was patiently coaxing him.

Shi Rong's paintings, like his previous ones, were completed in one stroke and seemed to come alive.

Even though there are only two colors, black and white, the content that is to be expressed is fully expressed through the simple and flowing lines and silhouettes.

“When you were one year old, you were born in Sishui Village, Yuzhou Town, Shacheng City, a place that is difficult to find even on a map.

But your parents are not reliable either. Before you were born, your father ran away with a rich woman in the city.

After your mother gave birth to you, she stubbornly handed you to your elderly grandmother and left without a word.

Their irresponsibility laid the groundwork for your future paranoia."

Huo Jiuzhou picked up the first page of drawing paper with his long fingers, gathered them together at the back, and then the second painting appeared.

In the painting, a little girl wearing a plaid denim skirt and twin ponytails is sitting in a courtyard full of cardboard, facing the coconut tree in front of her.

While eating a bowl of authentic Shacheng pickled rice noodles, she held the chopsticks in one hand and the windmill her grandmother made for her using the waste she collected in the other.

She was smiling, while her grandmother was picking vegetables in the field. Behind them was the old house that had been transformed from straw to bricks and tiles.

"Your grandmother had four children in total. Your mother was the youngest sister. Your three brothers and sisters from your uncle's family were always mean and harsh to you, either beating or scolding you.

Because they think that you shouldn't have been born in this already poor family. Your arrival not only took away your grandmother's love.

They also took away their food, and they had no room for you, so when you were 5 years old, your grandmother used the savings she had made from collecting waste to buy you a house.

She wants you to grow up happily and healthily by taking you away from that complicated big family.

So every time, she risked being swept away by the waves and went to the river bank to get fish, she would take them to the market and exchange them for rice that would last longer.

Then, use the vegetables grown in the garden to make bowls of fragrant Shacheng pickled noodles for you to eat.

She herself munched on a hard, thick yellow steamed bun.

Therefore, a bowl of Shacheng pickled rice noodles has almost become your most beautiful childhood memory."

At this rate, every time Huo Jiuzhou turned a new page of the drawing, Shi Rong would give everyone a detailed explanation.

Pages 3-5:

"At the age of 10, thanks to your grandmother's lobbying, you were accepted into the only primary school in town.

The first time you attended class, you sat by the window. Outside the window was a thriving yellow trumpet tree.

You are the oldest child in the class and are often ridiculed and humiliated by your classmates.

But even so, you still love going to school, even if you have to travel back and forth nearly 30 kilometers of dirt road every day and cross two hills in order to study.

You still persisted regardless of the weather, because you knew it was not easy for your grandma to help you save enough tuition.

So no matter what kind of injustice you suffer in school, you will study hard.

Because you know very well that the only way to leave the village and support your grandmother is to get into college."

Pages 6-9:

"13 years old, because your father was a famous handsome man in Yuzhou, and your mother was also a great beauty with outstanding appearance.

Therefore, you have better external conditions than other girls of the same age.

But this will also invisibly add a lot of troubles to you.

First of all, there is your second uncle’s son, Zhang Jiasheng, who is a hopeless case.

He was attracted by your beauty and has stalked and molested you more than once.

You tried to resist, but he said that if you obeyed him obediently, he would find a way to get his father to pay for you to continue your studies.

He knows that your weakness is your grandmother, so in order to make her life easier, he stops scavenging for a living.

You promised Zhang Jiasheng that you could do anything as long as there was no actual relationship.

In other words, Zhang Jiasheng is your first love."

Pages 10-12:

"Unfortunately, truth cannot be hidden, and your secret relationship has been discovered by your jealous aunt.

She accused you of seducing her precious son and instigating him to steal money. She called you a bus and a bitch, and she beat you up.

She was a notorious street shrew from the neighboring village. You were no match for her. That day, she beat you to the point of near death."

Pages 12-20:

"When you were 15, about to start high school, you received good news.

Your biological mother, Zhang Lan, has found her second spring and is now thriving in Haicheng.

Maybe she still has a conscience, or maybe she is still concerned about the old relationship, but in any case, she is here to pick you up.

She said she would take you away to live in a big city where you could get a good education and get what you wanted.

For the first time in your life, you bid farewell to your 60-year-old grandmother, walk out of the small village, and embark on a journey alone to find the future.

You thought you would live a happier life than you imagined, even though Xiang Tianyuan was your adoptive father in your mother's reconstituted family.

And after marrying him, your mother gave birth to a boy, your 6-year-old brother, Xiang Ling.

But the kindness he showed you in the beginning made you feel more secure than your biological father who pushed you around and took you down.

You thought you finally had a complete and harmonious family, and were immersed in the joy brought to you by Zhang Lan and Xiang Tianyuan.

Until one night, Xiang Tianyuan broke into your room after getting drunk at a social event and raped you.

You struggled desperately and screamed at the top of your lungs. Your mother lived next door at the time and she clearly heard your helplessness and cries.

But they chose to turn a blind eye.”