Isn’t it good for the five of us to be together?

Chen Ping is a person who knows a little bit about everything but is not proficient in it.

Chen Pingsheng was born in an ordinary family, but fortunately, the family had a little money. At that time, Chen's father was very aware of investment and made a lot of money by investing some money.

Chen’s father also had a strong sense of investment in Chen Ping’s education.

In the first grade, she enrolled in the most popular dance class at the time. She studied for three months, but she sprained her ankle and gave up.

I took her to learn calligraphy in the second grade. The calligraphy teacher at that time was a very elegant old man with good calligraphy. Chen Ping studied for two months, swallowed ink and ended up in the hospital, so he gave up.

In the third grade, Chen's father found that Chen Ping's math was a little off-kilter, so he took her to learn abacus and mental arithmetic. She studied abacus for more than three months. In the end, her math deteriorated and she became the last in the class, so she gave up.

I learned to sing in the fourth grade... but I lost my voice and gave up again.

I started learning flute in the fifth grade... but I gave up after being reported as a nuisance by my neighbors.

Chen Ping, who was in sixth grade, didn't want to learn anything and was beaten by Chen's father. Chen's father compromised on his own.

Father Chen suspected that the name he gave his daughter was too common, so he couldn't learn anything, and he wanted to change his daughter's name to a loud one.

Mother Chen: "What's your name?"

Father Chen: "Chen Liang!"

Chen Ping: "..."

After Chen Ping entered junior high school, she fell in love with reading comics. She fell in love with those sparkling protagonists and cried for the love that moved the world. So she decided to... learn to draw!

Chen's father bought her a lot of painting tools for this purpose, and even built a studio for her at home so that she could concentrate on painting alone.

For this operation, relatives and friends said: "A Ping must be very talented in painting, and he will definitely be a great painter in the future!" In fact, secretly they were waiting to see their jokes.

How long can this painting last?

A month? Three months? Half a year?

Chen Ping persisted for a full year, and his family went bankrupt.

Father Chen trusted the wrong person and invested most of his property in a project. He gained nothing and even lost money.

Chen's father went to find the person in charge of the project, but the numbers he called were all empty. When he sent a message, he found that he had been blocked. Only then did Father Chen realize that he had been deceived.

Chen's father was hit hard. From then on, the family relied on Chen's mother to support the family. Chen Ping also gave up painting because it was too expensive.

Chen's father still couldn't pay off his debts, but he fell in love with drinking.

Chen Ping looked at his tired mother and his depressed father beside him. What he wanted to say was stuck in his throat and he couldn't make a sound.

In adolescence, Chen Ping was sensitive and had low self-esteem. She didn't want to talk to others. She just liked to be alone and draw something on paper that was in her heart.

A few days before the high school entrance examination, she came home and heard her parents arguing.

Father Chen: "They said I can't make money because I have only one daughter and no son."

Mother Chen: "Would you please wake up? If you dare to force me, I will leave tonight! I don't want to stay in this bad life for a long time!"

Mother Chen turned around and saw Chen Ping coming back. There was silence in the room.

Father Chen was drunk, pointed at Chen Ping and said, "It's because of you..."

Chen Ping shook him off, entered the room, locked the door, tore up all the paintings he had painted before, and cried loudly.

The painting depicts Chen’s father, who was also her father when she was a child.

She went to an ordinary high school, Chen's mother and Chen's father divorced, and Chen Ping was sentenced to Chen's mother.

From then on, Chen Ping became extremely sensible and rushed to do all the housework.

Later, due to Chen Ping's mother's work, she was afraid that she would not be able to take care of Chen Ping, so she arranged for her to stay in school accommodation and return home once a month.

Chen Ping became even less talkative and liked to stay by herself. Her classmates thought she was a weirdo and were unwilling to talk to her.

In the second year of high school, through Chen's mother's own efforts, the family situation had improved. One day she called Chen Ping and asked: "A Ping, do you want to continue learning to paint?"

Chen Ping has always liked painting, and Chen's mother noticed it and enrolled her in a painting class.

After taking the art exam in her senior year of high school and then the college entrance exam, she was admitted to a school that wasn't considered very good, but she did her best.

She majored in landscape architecture, and her favorite thing was to go out alone to sketch, painting people, landscapes and buildings.

"nice."

Chen Ping, who was concentrating on writing, was startled.

A young man holding a kitten stood behind him, looking at Chen Ping's painting with a smile on his face.

"Are you studying architecture? What's your name? You draw so beautifully. How many years have you been studying painting?"

The young man was very familiar with himself, and Chen Ping was a little uncomfortable with it.

"Wait a moment……"

The young man was even more surprised: "Your voice is also very nice!"

His eyes were sparkling, as if he had seen something precious.

Chen Ping's face was a little red.

Ever since she became hoarse while singing, no one has ever praised her for her beautiful voice.

"My name is Chen Ping. I study landscape architecture. I haven't studied painting for a few years. My paintings are not very good."

But the young man was not stingy with his praise and kept praising her paintings. This one is beautiful, that one is beautiful...

They chatted all afternoon, from the bright sun to the setting sun. The kitten would nuzzle Chen Ping from time to time. Like the boy, he was also gentle and familiar.

It's getting late, it's time to say goodbye.

Chen Ping mustered up the courage to ask him: "What's your name?"

The young man smiled and said, "My name is Jin'an, Xiang Jin'an."

They arranged to meet again the next day.

In the days that followed, the agreement remained the same.

Sometimes we make appointments by the river, sometimes we make appointments in the park... From that day on, Xiang Jinan also brought his painting tools with him to sketch with Chen Ping. Xiang Jinan studied architecture and painted more buildings. Chen Ping liked his paintings very much, so Xiang Jinan taught her one stroke at a time.

In addition to sketching, Xiang Jinan also likes to take Chen Ping to various amusement places and eat in snack streets.

There are more and more smiles on Chen Ping's face, and she is becoming more and more cheerful. Even the teacher praised her for making more and more progress in her paintings.

On this day, Chen Ping discovered that Xiang Jinan's calligraphy was also very beautiful, vigorous and powerful.

Xiang Jinan: "Do you like it?"

Chen Ping: "I like it."

Xiang Jinan: "Want to learn?"

Chen Ping: "I think so."

Xiang Jinan: "Let's think about it then."

Chen Ping: "?"

Seeing Chen Ping's dumbfounded expression, Xiang Jinan smiled even more wildly: "I'm teasing you, I'll teach you."

Xiang Jinan still taught her step by step, and Chen Ping also learned quickly and effortlessly.

Xiang Jinan: "Have you ever learned calligraphy?"

Chen Ping: "I learned it. But then I drank the ink, and my family didn't dare to let me continue learning."

This time it was Xiang Jinan's turn to be stunned. After he realized what he was doing, he laughed again: "It's okay, it's okay. Our breasts are a bit dark and we are more educated."

Chen Ping liked Xiang Jin'an's calligraphy very much, so he took the trouble to learn it. Later, he even had some charm of Xiang Jin'an's handwriting.

Xiang Jinan: "Our A-ping is amazing."

Chen Ping continued to write on the paper, and after a while the words "Xiang Jin'an" appeared.

When Xiang Jinan saw this, he also wrote four big characters.

"Ah Ping's screen is the screen chosen by Que Ping."

Chen Ping knew what Xiang Jinan meant.

She is not an ordinary person, she is the chosen one.

Later they got together naturally.

Chen Ping felt that Xiang Jinan seemed to have endless energy and smiled so brightly every day, and he was unconsciously attracted to him.

She thought that such a person must have a very good family.

Xiang's father and Xiang's mother are indeed very good people, but the sadness in their eyes cannot be concealed.

Chen Ping was confused and went to ask Xiang's father and Xiang's mother.

Xiang's mother held her hand and said with tears: "Jin'an, this child has congenital heart disease. Ah Ping, we are not driving you away, but Jin'an is destined to have no future. You are still young. , you will have more choices.”

After hearing this, Chen Ping couldn't believe that such a sunny and gentle Xiang Jin'an had no future. He said that he wanted to become a powerful architect and build a house of their own in the future, leaving the interior design to her.

They have even planned what green plants they will keep at home and how many kittens they will keep, but now they say that he has no future.

Chen Ping calmed down and asked, "How long can he live now?"

"Two years."

No wonder Xiang Jinan coughed from time to time. When asked, he hesitated and said it was just a common cold. No wonder Xiang Jinan's face has always been pale. He said it was because of his skin color. No wonder he disappears for a few days every few weeks, just to go for a physical check-up. He is talking about the school arranging students to go out for sketching.

In the past two years, Chen Ping has been accompanying Xiang Jinan, but the two of them have never made it clear about his condition. Chen Ping watched his illness gradually become serious, and he liked to cry alone when no one was around.

Recently, they like to go up and see the ancient buildings left by the ancients. These buildings have exquisite structures and complex structures. Sometimes they can spend a whole day sketching.

Even though Xiang Jinan kept coughing, he still didn't want to leave and just wanted to finish the painting.

They also often go to museums to see exquisite institutions and exquisite patterns on cultural relics.

Xiang Jinan made a small ornament for Chen Ping. By turning the switch, you can see a photo of the two of them inside.

"Aping is so beautiful."

"Always talkative."

"Aping is so beautiful, the most beautiful person I have ever seen."

Xiang Jinan was speechless: "I feel a little tired."

Chen Ping burst into tears: "Why are you getting lazier and lazier?"

Xiang Jinan smiled and said, "You still call me a talkative person, but you are obviously the most talkative person."

"Ah Ping, I haven't bought the flute yet."

"If you buy it, it will disturb the people."

"Have you fed those stray cats?"

"Did you forget? I fed it this morning."

"I forgot... I'm so tired, Ah Ping... I can't bear to leave you... I'm so selfish... I let you stay with me... for so long..."

"Then can I be selfish and ask you to stay with me for a few more days."

Xiang Jinan smiled slightly, his face paler than the white sheets: "Aping... be happy... don't be sad..."

He held Chen Ping's hand and suddenly loosened his grip, and his heart motor suddenly started ringing.

Chen Ping froze on the spot and did not recover for a long time.

In the end, Xiang's mother took her away.

After attending Xiang Jin'an's funeral, she said goodbye to Xiang Jin'an's father and mother. Regarding Xiang Jin'an's things, she took nothing with her except the small ornament.

Chen Ping in front of others had an expressionless face, while Chen Ping behind the scenes cried loudly late at night, holding on to the small ornament and unwilling to let go.

From then on, Chen Ping could no longer hold a pen or draw, and her life became dull again.

It seemed that Xiang Jinan's matter was just a dream for her.

When you wake up from the dream, there is nothing.

This is her eighth year on the job.

It’s the same as learning things as a child.

I changed jobs one after another, first as a salesperson, then as a waiter, and then as a dessert seller... I did everything, but I didn't stick to anything.

However, people around her praised her for being confident and interesting, as cheerful and optimistic as a little sun.

On this day, a colleague recommended a small game to her: "In it, you can choose your favorite character, enter certain data, and the system will automatically assign you a partner. Seeing that you have been single, maybe you will want to fall in love after playing this game. ?”

Chen Ping had never told anyone about her previous affairs, so everyone thought she was single.

Looking at the game on her phone, she was a little curious, and her longing for Xiang Jinan became more and more intense. By some strange coincidence, she input Xiang Jinan's appearance, personality, and abilities into it.

After losing, she realized what she was doing. She was probably crazy to believe such a thing.

The game will be uninstalled in the next second.

But the system had already been activated, and she was forcibly pulled into that small world that night, and this series of stories happened.

If you ask Chen Ping how she feels about this game, she will definitely give a big negative review and add two words: "Stupid!"

Did you ask her if her heart was moved?

She will definitely tell you without hesitation: "My heart has moved."

How could you not be moved?

Qin Che has a face exactly like Xiang Jinan...

Ling Hengyuan's handwriting was exactly the same as Xiang Jinan's...

Jiang Yuchen has the same personality as Xiang Jinan...

Chi Wanshen, like Xiang Jinan, likes fancy things and feeding the cats...

How could she not be moved?

But after all, they are not Xiang Jinan. Her Xiang Jinan is unique.

Chen Ping remembered clearly that when she was first released into this world, she was shocked when she saw Qin Che. At that moment, she was afraid, afraid that the person in front of her was fake, afraid that all her eight-year disguise would be broken, and afraid that she would be alone again in such a dark night...

She didn't come back to her senses until Qin Che thrust his sword into her body.

He is not content with the present.