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"5 yuan and his brother's medical certificate."

"Ye Siran, my younger brother."

Ye Wanlu repeated it again.

These three words were like sharp thorns infected with bee venom, which made Sang Yintian feel a little uncomfortable.His head was still hurting, and his vision would be blurred from time to time. Except for the "thorns" on the easel, even the expression on Ye Wanlu's face, Sang Yintian, seemed to be a bit of an eyesore.

But why.

Sang Yintian was a little curious, he just accidentally picked up an injured puppy by the sea, and drew a picture for him.As for the others, Sang Yintian has absolutely no need for after-sales service.

He thought so and did it.

Sang Yintian took a deep breath, put his hands in his pockets, and gave an ugly smile, "Let's not talk about what happened to your brother, why do you think I will help you?"

"I said, as long as you help me, I can give you more money. Besides, I can-"

"I look like someone who is very short of money?" Sang Yintian interrupted Ye Wanlu suddenly, his eyes were full of disgust.

Ye Wanlu, as a successful businessman, has been struggling for ten years in this business empire that fights openly and secretly, but he didn't expect to run into a wall for the first time with a little famous painter.

His face at this moment is indeed a bit ugly, and he can no longer hold his breath.It turns out that in this world, there are really people who do not compromise for money.

This person is Sang Yintian.

After a few seconds of silence, Sang Yintian suddenly realized that what he said had indeed gone beyond his duty, and was already a little rude.This is not perfect, it will be stained with mud.

He cleared his throat slightly and returned to the living room.

"Mr. Ye, don't get me wrong. What I said just now actually means...my relationship with your brother may not be as close as you imagined." Sang Yintian wanted to turn the topic back to the original starting point.But what he said is indeed true, he and Ye Siran met by chance, they are not even considered as ordinary friends.

How can he help.How can I help.

Ye Wanlu finally breathed a sigh of relief, let go of his guarded posture, and slumped down on the sofa behind him somewhat weakly.As the night got darker, Ye Wanhui tilted his head to look at the street lamps on the small road outside the window.

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure just now. I shouldn't have talked to you like this." Ye Wanhui pinched the center of his brows, looking exhausted.

"It's okay." Sang Yintian smiled, poured a glass of warm water from the dining table and handed it to Ye Wanlu, "I accept your apology. However, I'm still curious, what happened to Ye Siran?"

"He...had a strange illness. It's so strange...that my elder brother can't do anything about it."

strange disease?Sang Yintian squeezed his chin, and turned his gaze to his own painting.You didn't go home in the middle of the night, and the sea breeze blew for so long with the bleeding wound. If he hadn't helped Ye Siran treat the wound out of kindness, I'm afraid Ye Wanlu came here today, and what he said was not "I'm sick." "These two words.

And even if he is sick, it has nothing to do with Sang Yintian directly.He doesn't need to take any responsibility.

"What's wrong?" Sang Yintian took a sip of warm water, and didn't look at the man in front of him again.

Ye Wanlu suddenly took out a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it and gently spread it on the glass tea table.The dark yellow halo projected a few lines on the paper onto the gray carpet.

"Autistic diserder..." Sang Yintian read it slowly, and couldn't help frowning.He is really too familiar with this word.

"That's right, autistic disorder, also known as..."

"Autism." Sang Yintian put down the cup in his hand.After hesitating for a long time, he slowly stared into Ye Wanlu's eyes, "How long has he been like this?"

"How long has it been... It seems to have been, a long, long time." It was so long that Ye Wanlu didn't even remember when it started.

Sang Yintian was a little surprised. He wanted to ask too many questions, and he didn't know where to start.No wonder when he was helping Ye Siran draw a picture yesterday, he always felt that this boy had a sense of decadence out of the world, as if he had nothing to do with this world, and his soul was free and unfettered.

And what did he do then.Without knowing anything, he regards Ye Siran, who suffers from autism, as his own source of inspiration.Even drew it by hand.

Not only that, he also uploaded this group of pictures to his Weibo.It's just crazy.

Sang Yintian couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, then took out his phone and deleted all the pictures related to "Thorns" one by one.Even the Weibo that had already been retweeted hundreds of thousands was completely deleted. "The Thorn" completely disappeared from the Internet, but Sang Yintian still felt sorry.

"Then what do you think I can do?" Sang Yintian said, "You know, I'm just a painter, not a great psychiatrist."

"But Ye Siran is willing to go home with you, and he...he is willing to let you paint for him." Ye Wanlu's eyes suddenly lit up.

It was obviously something so common that anyone could do it, but for Ye Wanlu, it seemed like he had touched a medical miracle.

"That's because his left wrist was injured too badly, I just couldn't bear to leave him on the beach alone." In a certain subconscious, Sang Yintian was still trying his best to resist the existence of Ye Siran. "Plus it was very late at that time, and I couldn't drive him out. I was planning to paint at that time, so there was the one you saw."

Speaking of "that", Sang Yintian didn't look back, and pointed to the easel in the corner.

What he was talking about was the painting he named "The Thorns".Sang Yintian lied, a little guilty, and didn't dare to look Ye Wanlu in the eyes.

"I see..." The expression on Ye Wanhui's face was a little disappointed, and he shrugged his shoulders helplessly, "I'd better think of another way. Teacher Sang, I'm sorry for bothering you for so long."

After speaking, Ye Wanlu pressed his temples and stood up from the sofa.He walked straight to the door without looking back.

"Ms. Sang, I will find someone to come over to pick up the paintings later. This is my business card. If my younger brother comes to see you again... I will trouble you to call me then, thank you." Ye Wanlu left his business card On the cabinet at the door, Chong Sang Yintian nodded, "I'll go first."

"Well, walk slowly." Sang Yintian still had a gentle face, and the smile on his face was shattered in the night.

Until he watched Ye Wanlu enter the elevator, Sang Yintian's body softened, and he fell against the door frame. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

Ye Wanlu didn't take away the medical form on the coffee table, as if she left it on purpose.Sang Yintian picked it up, and took advantage of the moonlight to read slowly: "Social communication barriers...communication barriers... I thought it was just an injured stray dog, but I didn't expect it."

I didn't expect that a boy with such a good-looking face would actually be rotten in his heart.Where he couldn't see, it was corroded, invaded, more blood flowed, and countless wounds were hidden.

Ye Siran hid these things so well that he managed to escape his eyes.

Sang Yintian felt that he probably really didn't want to see Ye Siran anymore, and he didn't want to cause big trouble for himself.But Sang Yintian wanted to see him again, and he wanted to apologize for his impulsiveness at that time.

That's what a gentleman is.

When Xiaohan rushed back, Ye Wanlu had already left.She was a little surprised and blinked several times at Sang Yintian.

"Where are people? Gone?"

"Gone." Sang Yintian didn't take it seriously, and was even a little puzzled by Xiaohan's surprise, "What? You seem disappointed that he's gone?"

"No, 5 yuan and leave? You didn't stop him?"

"Stop what..." Sang Yintian was a little tired, he opened one eye and forced himself to see Xiaohan's expression at the moment, "How can I stop her with legs growing on her body?"

"No, no, what I mean is, didn't you agree in the studio during the day, why did you suddenly change your mind when you arrived at your house?" Xiaohan pouted, opened the lunch box, and handed the spoon to Sang Yin add.

Probably because she read too many jokes on the Internet, Xiaohan frowned, and broke a chopstick with her right hand.Sang Yintian was taken aback, patted his chest and coughed violently several times.

"What are you doing, startle me."

"Damn, men are really fickle! When I saw him, I felt that this man was not a good person, and he was wearing a mask... Now it seems that he must be using buying paintings as an excuse, but he actually wanted to harass him. Yours!" Xiaohan clicked on her WeChat, ready to add Ye Wanlu to her blacklist at any time.

Not to mention now, even in the future, she doesn't want to have any contact with this person.

"Oh right, you two just now..." Xiaohan swallowed nervously, "Brother Yintian, your secret should not have been discovered..."

"Eh... If I had your imagination, I probably wouldn't have encountered a creative bottleneck." Sang Yintian took a sip of the egg soup and couldn't help laughing, "He hasn't changed his mind."

"No?" Xiaohan squeezed her eyes and put down the phone again.

"I made a deal with him..." Sang Yintian stretched out his hand and patted Xiaohan's shoulder lightly.

A no-consequence transaction.

Sang Yintian came from the abyss, so he really wanted to reach out and give others a hand.It's like a person who has been exposed to heavy rain and wants to hold an umbrella for others.

He didn't want Ye Siran to become an unfinished collection of poems.

"Deal? What deal?"

Xiaohan was at a loss.In her eyes, Sang Yintian is a white lotus that "can't be seen from afar".He has a good skin, has his own unique way of life, and a sexual orientation that is not accepted by the world.

Although he has a bit of a venomous tongue occasionally, in any case, Sang Yintian will definitely not cause trouble for himself.

But even such an aloof and cold person would cry.Although she just bumped into her by accident, when Sang Yintian was crying, Xiaohan felt that the world seemed to be wrong.He owed Sang Yintian too much.

Xiaohan feels that people like Sang Yintian should not have unnecessary emotional entanglements, nor should they have any transactions.

"You made a deal with him?" Xiaohan asked. "You don't even know what you want most."

"Uh..." Sang Yintian suddenly stopped talking, he couldn't refute, because what Xiaohan said was right.

"Tell me, what good did he do to you?"

"5 yuan." Sang Yintian squinted at the piece of paper on the table, raised his head meaningfully, "and his brother's medical bill."

After dinner, Sang Yintian took another cold medicine.As soon as the medicine took effect, he became very dizzy.

"Xiao Han, it's too late, don't go back to the studio today." Sang Yintian still had his eyes closed, and he didn't know when the sweat on his forehead came out. "Help me get the blanket, and you can go to the bedroom on the second floor to rest. I have asked the cleaning lady to clean it in advance."

The room upstairs is Sang Yintian's own, and there are many things he moved from his old residence, including childhood toys, some painting tools, and some paintings he once drew in college.But Sang Yintian has never lived in his own room. Many times he would lie on the sofa to rest, then fall asleep, and leave with a sullen face the next day.

Xiaohan is a little thankful that Sang Yintian's sofa is still comfortable to lie on.

"Brother Yintian." Xiaohan took a deep breath.

"Ok?"

"It's been so long, you still...don't dare to face those paintings..."

"Uh..." Sang Yintian didn't speak any more, wrapped his eyes in a blanket and tightly closed his eyes.Within a few minutes, under the pressure of the medicine, Sang Yintian fell asleep.

If you don't dare to face it, and you don't want to throw it away, then hide it all.Don't look at it, don't think about it, and wait for the day when you have the courage to face it, and then take them out.

It's just that Sang Yintian doesn't know when that day will be.

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