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Sang Yintian, does it still hurt here?

He returned to Wenzhou in the early days of March, and the long black coat that Sang Yintian often wore was locked in the closet at home again.

Sang Yintian has always felt that winter in the south is short, so short that he has been in Xicheng for so long, and he has not been able to wait for a winter snow.Therefore, in his collection of paintings, there are the fluorescent sea surface in the early morning, a girl standing on the bridge holding an umbrella waiting for the rain, and an elk galloping in the white mist forest, but there is no white snow in this series of themes.

Sang Yintian gave these paintings born in winter a nice name, "No Snow".

"It's the season when it's not cold to wear a shirt alone." Sang Yintian leaned against the glass window of the studio, his eyes reflected the high-rise buildings in Xicheng, where there was a lot of traffic, and it was dotted with countless colorful neon lights at night.

The popularity of the small studio is still very high, and more and more people come to visit on weekends.Sang Yintian's "No Snow" was also made into a short video by Xiaohan, which became the new year's promotional video of the studio.

"Yeah, spring is coming." Sang Yintian couldn't help stretching, "By the way, Xiaohan, how are the preparations for the weekend art exhibition going?"

"Huh? Damn, don't worry about this. When did I, Xia Han, hold you back?" Xiaohan was arranging the canvas on the table, laughed a few times, and printed Sang Yintian's personal stamp on the canvas lower right corner. "I don't know if there will be more people coming to this year's art exhibition than last year. I will count the statistics when the time comes..."

"That person, it would be great if he could come to see my solo exhibition." Sang Yintian looked away, not knowing who he was answering.

"Huh? Who?" Xiaohan stopped and looked at Sang Yintian with some puzzlement. "You made new friends?"

"It's not a friend, it's..." Sang Yintian hesitated for a few seconds, then reached out and picked up the roses on the ground. "A beautiful trouble."

"Others want to stay away from trouble, but you are waiting for a big trouble." Xiaohan couldn't help pushing Sang Yintian's elbow, then smiled with narrowed eyes. "Sang Yintian."

Xiaohan rarely called Sang Yintian's name directly.

"what."

"Do you feel...your "No Snow" and "Flame Rose" three years ago... feel a little different." Xiaohan said softly, "They don't seem so lonely anymore."

Like a traveler lost in a blizzard who sees a light from a distance.Bai Xue smashed hard into his skin, trying every means to keep the traveler in his own snowfield.He crawled forward desperately and hard, as if he could touch that tiny bit of temperature as soon as he stretched out his hand.

But Baixue will always melt, Xiaohan believes that one day, Sang Yintian will get better.

More people came to the studio on weekends, and the glass door was already crowded with people, and some even came to view the exhibition directly with their suitcases.Sang Yintian was wearing a light-colored sweater today, and his disheveled hair was casually tied behind his head.He looked around, finally took a deep breath, and opened the door of the studio.

Someone was screaming outside the door, and someone was taking pictures.This is his first solo exhibition, Sang Yintian was a little nervous, even his voice was trembling.

"Welcome everyone to my personal exhibition..."

"My mother, Sangsang is not only good at drawing, but also very handsome! Thank God, I got a ticket!"

"Ahhh - I finally saw Sangsang in person!! Sangsang looked at me!"

"Mother Sangsang loves you!"

"Sangsang looks at the camera, looks at the camera!"

Xiaohan kept waving her hands, wishing she could stand in front of Sang Yintian. "Everyone stop shooting, stop shooting."

There was a lot of noise outside the door, and Sang Yintian couldn't help pressing the center of his eyebrows.Are these people here to visit the art exhibition, or to chase after him to take pictures.It was only a few minutes, and Sang Yintian had already heard countless shutter sounds.

The crowd of onlookers was getting more and more, and a few junior high school girls pointed to the door of the studio with a look of surprise. "What's the situation? Is it a star? Is it a star who is filming a drama? Go and have a look!"

Sang Yintian smiled and invited everyone into the studio one by one.If this continues, the traffic police will probably be attracted.

Through the corridor of the studio, there is a small duplex loft.The architectural style looks a little old, but it is decorated by Xiaohan with a special flavor.

"Welcome everyone to Sangsang's solo exhibition." Xiaohan smiled at Sang Yintian, following the trend and shouting the names of the little fans to him.

Sang Yintian's entire face turned green.

After everyone successfully checked in the tickets, Sang Yintian tidied up his clothes and walked up to the high platform in front.There was a microphone on the table, and Sang Yintian gave a soft "Hello".

The venue fell silent instantly, without any panic at all.

"Thank you for your support." Sang Yintian said with a smile, "To be honest, I didn't expect so many people to like my work. I feel...surprised and touched."

A sensitive girl in the audience began to sob, and her shoulders shook, which made people feel a little distressed.

Sang Yintian was a little embarrassed, but still told everyone his true thoughts.

"I like drawing. I have liked drawing since I was very young. My father and mother..." Sang Yintian paused suddenly.

Xiaohan looked over nervously, but fortunately, Sang Yintian's expression didn't change much.She turned her head again and smiled at the visitors under the stage.

"My father and mother are not from an artistic background. They also opposed my painting at the beginning, but...the objection was invalid."

"Hahaha!"

"Sang Sangzi is so cute and humorous!"

Sang Sangzi?

Is this a new title that just popped up?Sang Yintian frowned slightly, but fortunately no one saw through.

"Later, they probably couldn't hold me back, so they chose to compromise. They sent me to the best art school and bought the most expensive paints. In order to find inspiration for me, they would take me to many places on weekends. We saw alpine waterfalls. , and even flowed through the stream in the forest together..." Sang Yintian's voice became lower and lower, and the ending sound became light and ethereal.

In order not to be easily noticed by others, Sang Yintian glanced at other places indiscriminately.

In this blank gap, there was a sudden warm applause from the audience.

"Wow, Sangsang's parents are so nice, unlike my parents who always push me to write papers."

"I'm jealous……"

"What are you envious of? If you can be as good as Sangsang, your parents will definitely not force you."

Xiaohan couldn't help laughing, but her smile was a little weak.

Sang Yintian once said that his dream is to hold his own personal painting exhibition and tell all his paintings to his parents.He wanted to tell them that he had really become their pride.

But things went against people's wishes, and an accident completely disrupted this ordinary and ordinary family.God is not always gentle, he took Sang Yintian's family away.

Sang Yintian finally failed to wait for them.So, he locked up all the paintings he had made, and imprisoned himself thoroughly.

The canary cannot fly out of that cage, and the rose itself is covered with sharp thorns.

"Hey, look at the boy standing at the door!"

"Ah? Where is it? Damn... I saw it, why is it so familiar... I always feel like I've seen it somewhere?"

"When you said that, I suddenly thought of the "Thorns" that Sangsang painted before, which was the one that was deleted..."

"He really looks like the boy in the painting!"

Sang Yintian's eyes widened in an instant, and followed the girl's gaze towards the studio door.

I haven't seen him for 24 days, and the wound on the corner of Ye Siran's eye has completely healed. He was wearing a coat of the same color as Sang Yintian, and stood there quietly.

Just standing like this is like a painting.

Sang Yintian stopped and couldn't help laughing. "Then—the rest of the time will be handed over to my assistant, and she will answer all your questions. Of course, you can also find me after the exhibition is over for questions related to the paintings. I will answer them one by one."

After saying this, Sang Yintian couldn't wait to put the microphone in his hand into Xiaohan's hand, crossed the stairs, and he jumped off the high platform directly.

As an artist, Sang Yintian knew he shouldn't be so restless.But he just couldn't help himself.

Seeing Sang Yintian jumping off the high platform and walking towards her, Ye Siran subconsciously wanted to run.But this leg seemed to be filled with lead, and I couldn't move it no matter how I moved it.

"Ye Siran?!" Sang Yintian called out his name loudly.

The boy standing outside the door finally raised his head, and the corners of his eyes were a little red. "Sang Yintian, I... I, I'll come to see your painting exhibition." Ye Siran said a few words, and then couldn't help pinching the palm of his right hand with his left hand. "But, but I don't have a ticket. I, I don't go in, just watch at the door... So this time, you... can you... don't drive me away."

Ye Siran's words were incoherent.

The beautiful canary crazily hit the cage that imprisoned it, blood flowed horizontally, and the bird feathers danced in the wind.It didn't give up, he struggled, and the long iron chain was almost unable to bind him.One after another, never stopping.Just like the first ray of sunshine seen in winter, it is actually gentle and comes with new life and hope.

Sang Yintian suddenly reached out and raised Ye Siran's wrist.

"It's quite obedient, and I haven't been hurt anymore." Sang Yintian's voice was very soft.

"Hmm..." Ye Siran shook his head, and covered the ugly scar on his wrist with his sleeve, "This is not pretty, so, don't look at it."

"come in."

"Ah I……"

"I don't want to say something a second time. I'm afraid I'll really forget it later and drive you out." Sang Yintian tilted his head and leaned against the door frame, "So before I forget .”

Ye Siran cautiously stretched out her left foot and stood still. Before she could lift her right foot, Sang Yintian dragged her directly into the studio by her arm.

"For a painter, visitors are the best gift." Sang Yintian shrugged, "I don't want to regret it, so I will give you free tickets this time."

Sang Yintian actually didn't know whether his current approach was right or not, but he knew that when Ye Siran was willing to abandon all distracting thoughts, and even overcome all psychological obstacles to see his art exhibition, everything else seemed to be different. important.

At this time, he is not a psychiatrist, not a painter, but more like a medicine.Sang Yintian hopes that his paintings can heal everyone.

Ye Siran really just came to see the art exhibition, he stood in the corridor, carefully admiring every painting hanging on the wall.He didn't speak, and reached out to touch the picture frame.

"This group of paintings is called "Flame Rose". I told you before that it was created when I first came to Xicheng." Sang Yintian introduced him seriously. He stretched out his hand and looked at himself in the photo And the painting covered with countless white roses. "At that time, my studio was very small and empty. There were only some cheap painting tools and messy white plaster figures in the room."

"Oh……"

"Uh..." Sang Yintian couldn't help laughing.I don't know if Ye Siran can understand what he said.

But Ye Siran didn't seem to be able to feel anyone's emotional fluctuations, so he just stood there in a daze and listened to every word Sang Yintian said.

The communication barriers and inner fears brought about by his mild autism still separated him from Sang Yintian.Sang Yintian was not surprised, but thought it was just right.Because what he said just needs a listener, not necessarily understandable.

Sang Yintian cleared his throat and continued: "At that time, I thought that my life might really be over. I'm just learning to paint, but I can't draw what I want to express, how sad it must be... "

How sad, how hopeless.

"Sang Yintian, you, are you still in pain..." Ye Siran suddenly interrupted Sang Yintian, he licked his lips and pointed to the painting on the wall.

In the painting on the wall, Sang Yintian is half naked, with a cluster of white roses blooming on his chest. The petals are burned by flames, withered, and then withered.On his collarbone, there is a stem of a rose, and the thorns on it are very lifelike, as if it really penetrated into Sang Yintian's flesh and blood.

"what?"

"Here..." Ye Siran's fingertips lightly landed on his collarbone.With a layer of sweater, Sang Yintian felt that he was burning.

Ye Siran stared seriously at Sang Yintian's eyes.

"Does it still hurt?"

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