The daily life of a crazy female supporting character trying to redeem herself.

"Xiao Heng, Xiao Heng."

In a daze, Su Heng heard a familiar female voice.

He was awakened from his sleep, rubbed his temples, and slightly opened his eyes to see who the woman's voice belonged to.

The woman in front of me was about twenty-seven years old, with long, black, wavy hair and a beautiful, delicate face.

She half-squatted beside the sofa, looking at Su Heng with concern.

Su Heng sat up from the sofa, his voice a little hoarse: "Sister, you're back."

Su Yan nodded slightly and asked softly, "Why are you sleeping here?"

Su Heng rubbed his forehead and replied listlessly, "I'm a little tired."

Then, remembering something, he added, "I put the things you asked me to get for you on the kitchen table."

Su Yan stood up and patted his shoulder, "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

“Brother and sister are still talking about these things,” Su Heng smiled. “By the way, sister, did you come back after dinner?”

Su Yan looked a little tired and shook her head. "Not yet. I've had a lot of things to do today and haven't had time to eat."

Su Heng immediately stood up, pressed Su Yan's shoulder gently, and helped her sit down on the sofa before heading to the kitchen.

"Sis, you take a rest first, I'll make you some late-night snacks."

Su Yan stopped him, "No need, you're tired, get some rest. You have to go to school tomorrow."

Su Heng froze, wanting to say "no," but shut her mouth when she saw her older sister's somewhat serious expression.

He stood there blankly, and Su Yan helplessly patted the empty seat next to him, gesturing for him to come and sit down.

Su Heng obediently sat down.

Su Yan asked, "Tell your sister, why don't you want to go to school lately?"

She asked directly, but Su Heng didn't dare to answer directly, and only gave a vague answer, "It's nothing, I'm just feeling a little unwell."

Su Yan made her stance clear, not intending to let him get away with it. "You don't need to hide it from me, tell the truth."

"It's really nothing," Su Heng still refused to say.

"It's because of the art competition, right?"

Although Su Yan used a question, her tone was very confident.

Her directness left Su Heng speechless for a moment.

He opened his mouth: "Sister, I..."

Su Yan put her hand on his shoulder and patted him a few times to comfort him, "Tell me, Xiao Heng."

Su Heng looked at his sister's tired face and felt a little guilty.

My sister works so hard, and it's such a waste for her to have to worry about me when she finally comes home.

Perhaps he didn't want his sister to worry about him anymore, or perhaps his conversation with Liang Qing tonight left him with mixed feelings and an urgent need to vent.

For the first time, Su Heng frankly told others the real reason why he gave up art.

Su Heng lowered his head, looking utterly dejected: "I've lost the confidence to continue painting."

After listening, Su Yan pondered for a moment, her emotions remaining relatively calm.

"why?"

Su Heng propped himself up on his knees with his elbows and held his head in his hands. "I'm so bad. Anyone can draw what I draw. I could never draw what others can draw in my entire life."

Su Yan did not judge his answer, but instead asked him, "What does painting mean to you?"

Suddenly, the question dispelled the chaotic thoughts in Su Heng's mind.

What does painting mean to him?

He had been painting for so many years, but he had never thought about this question.

This question first appeared in his life.

He pondered for a long time, but could not find an answer.

He didn't answer, and Su Yan remained silent, simply sitting quietly on the sofa to keep him company.

Su Heng recalled something from a long time ago.

At first, he just felt that he had no skills and was eager to find something to do.

Later, he found enjoyment in it and became obsessed with it, achieving remarkable results.

Painting is an honor, a comfort, and a companion to him.

He arrived at the answer, but dared not speak it aloud.

Su Yan had been watching his every move closely, and his changing expressions naturally didn't escape her notice. "You've come to your answer, haven't you?"

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't, I don't know, sister."

Su Heng still couldn't accept the answer in his heart.

If painting was an honor, a solace, and a companion to him, why did he abandon it so easily?

"Okay, then let me ask you a different question: Are you happy after you gave up painting?"

He was silent for a moment, then finally uttered the three words, "Unhappy."

"Then why don't you give yourself a chance?"

“Sister, I’ve tried, but I can’t do it,” Su Heng laughed self-deprecatingly. “If one day you find that what you’re most proud of is nothing, then every time you think of it, you’ll only feel ashamed.”

After listening, Su Yan's expression turned serious. "Xiao Heng, I always thought you painted for others, but now I know you painted for yourself."

"But if you're painting for yourself, you can't give up so easily."

There are always people better than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding. You certainly can't be number one forever, but from another perspective, who gets to judge who's number one?

"If you spend your whole life comparing yourself to others, you are destined to suffer."

"Su Heng, the only one we each need to overcome is ourselves."

After saying this, Su Yan stood up and patted Su Heng's shoulder heavily. "Su Heng, you are my younger brother. I have seen you lose interest in things for only three minutes countless times, but I have also seen your passion for art. No matter what, I am proud of you."

Before she returned to her room, Su Heng heard her say, "Don't think about what others think of your paintings, think about other people's paintings, don't think about how much achievement your paintings can achieve, and don't even think about the meaning of painting. Instead, feel that feeling when you pick up your brush."

When Su Yan finished washing up and getting ready for bed in her room, the living room light was still on, but Su Yan didn't step out of her room again and went to bed to rest.

The next day, after Su Yan got up and prepared for work, she received a text message from Su Heng: "Sis, I'm back at school. I'm sorry to have worried you. Breakfast is ready. Eat before you go to work."

Su Yan got up and drew back the curtains, letting in the morning sunlight. She sat down at the dining table, looked at the sandwiches Su Heng had made, and smiled helplessly, "Having grown up, the only breakfast I can make is still sandwiches."