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When Jiang Ye came home, Jin Yao was not in the living room, but the man sitting on the sofa saw him open the door and came in, so he hurriedly approached him and said, "Xiao Ye is back."

"Ah, hello Uncle Li."

"Hey, good, good! Your mother is cooking in the kitchen. If you are hungry, take a look at the snacks that uncle brought you. Eat something to fill your stomach first, ah."

"I'm sorry to trouble you again." Jiang smiled sheepishly, "Every time you come, bring me something."

The man called "Uncle Li" was taken aback.He has been friends with Jinyao for many months, and he came to his home to meet Jiang Ye more than once or twice. Every time he saw him, Jiang Ye seemed more reserved. rare.But today Jiang also seemed to be in a good mood, even treating him relaxed and natural.

Uncle Li was a little excited, "No trouble, no trouble!"

"Why did you come back?" Jin Yao came out with two dishes at this time, "Did you run out to play again?"

Uncle Li hurriedly set up the low table, and went to pick up the food in Jinyao's hand, "Don't talk about children all the time, everyone knows the time arrangement."

"What's the matter, I'm his mother, and he's my son. I can't talk about my own son! Don't meddle, Lao Li. There's still a plate of fish in the kitchen, and bring me three pairs of chopsticks."

"Okay."

Taking advantage of Jin Yao's gaze not falling on her again, Jiang also hurriedly slipped to the bathroom to wash her hands.The water from the faucet hit the wall of the pool, but Jiang Ye’s heartbeat was louder than the sound of the water. He raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. In fact, the end of the eye has already leaked the secret.

He recalled what happened two hours ago, and gently pressed his left hand against his throbbing chest.

"—then try it."

The man brought an easel for him, "Draw anything, people or objects, or simply draw this apple on my desk."

"Excuse me, can I not draw apples?" Jiang Ye suddenly stopped sharpening his pencil, raised his head and said, "I...I have something I want to draw."

The man shrugged, "Of course."

The pencil had already been sharpened, and Jiang also held the pen, quietly looking at the drawing paper in front of him.The unpainted drawing paper is blank, through which Jiang also seems to see himself.He pressed down on his wrist, and the pencil left the first light gray marks on the paper.

Jiang Ye's pen holding posture is not very standard, but every effort exerted by his fingers is serious.With more and more lines, his paintings gradually have outlines.

Green trees, steps, garages, brick roads...

Jiang also wrote without thinking, without thinking, because every door.He memorizes every tile and the location of the scenery in his memory by heart.This is the witness who saw the boy sitting in a daze on the steps countless times, and it is also the scenery that the boy has described in the draft book countless times.

The meaning of paintings has always been open to multiple interpretations, and only the emotional connection condensed in the lines is always moving.

Jiang also quickly finished drawing, and the drawing paper was brought to the white hat teacher. The other party was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "The lines are not good, the picture is a bit messy, and the light and shade are not drawn at all."

Every time the man picked out a thorn, Jiang Ye's head would hang lower.He didn't even dare to go to see Xie Lian, he was afraid of disappointing Xie Lian because of his disappointment.

"You can't judge by a professional standard," Xie Lian put his hand on the back of Jiang Yeweiliang's hand soothingly, and said in a deep voice, "Jiang has not received professional training, so it's too unfair to say that."

"It's very unfair." The man suddenly laughed. "Obviously there are many shortcomings, and they are all obvious, but..."

"I like it very much."

Jiang didn't seem to hear what the other party said later.He sat on the sofa in a daze, hearing Xie Lian's calm negotiating voice, until finally the teacher sent the two of them out of the studio, and said to him "I will teach you more in the future", he woke up and said thank you teacher .

"Xiao Ye, well done."

Suddenly feeling warmth from the palm of his hand, Jiang Ye trembled slightly.The gentle miracle happened not long ago, Jiang also looked at the gentle smile in Xie Lian's eyes, never thought that reality and dreams could match so well.

So their fingers were interlocked, and they walked home in the light of the sunset.

Memories end here.Jiang also turned off the tap, and the sound of the water stopped abruptly.

The surroundings returned to calm again, only the sound of the heartbeat was still deafening.

After dinner, Jinyao sat on the sofa and watched TV. While Uncle Li was washing dishes in the kitchen, Jiang also sat down next to Jinyao, summoned up his courage and said, "Mom, I want to talk to you."

"What's the matter, son, tell me."

"I want to..." Jiang Ye looked into Jin Yao's eyes and said seriously, "I want to study art."

Jin Yao was taken aback for a moment, then slowly moved her gaze away from the TV.She looked at the child who had become assertive at some point, and said in disbelief: "What are you thinking about all day long? The most important thing right now is to improve your academic performance, get into a good university, and art and painting. Don't even think about it!"

"The child said he wanted to take the art test." Uncle Li came out of the kitchen wiping his sweat, and said to Jiang Ye with a smile, "Uncle supports you."

"What art test?" Jin Yao frowned, "Lao Li, if you know anything, just support it blindly."

"Xiao Yao, you don't understand..."

After listening to the explanation, Jin Yao asked suspiciously: "You mean, if you paint well, you can get into a good university?"

"Yes! Children are interested in this area and have special skills. Isn't art students a good way!"

"No, I still don't agree." Jin Yao hesitated, "We have been focusing on studying for more than ten years, and you suddenly gave me this one when the junior college entrance examination is approaching... Besides, other people who are more talented Children, they have been trained since childhood, and we started too late."

"Mom," Jiang Ye took her hand and said softly, "I won't hide it from you. In fact, after I left Aunt Feng's this afternoon, I went to a very powerful studio. The teacher in the studio said that I have talent. The training must be fine."

Uncle Li chimed in, "Yes, Xiaoyao. When we were young, due to some unavoidable reasons, we couldn't go to school or learn what we liked, but it's different now. Now children have opportunities. ——Xiao Ye , how much is the tuition fee for the studio?"

"..." Jiang also pursed his lips, "Two thousand a month."

Jin Yao slapped the sofa violently, "What?!"

Jinyao earns hard money, and it is not easy to support Jiang. If there is more than two thousand a month, she really can't afford it.On weekdays, Lijiang is also sensible, never comparing with other boys, only wearing the cheapest T-shirts and the most common sneakers, Jinyao still has the illusion that the life of the two of them is not bad.However, now that the child really has needs, she finds it difficult to satisfy them. Only then does she finally realize her powerlessness. As a mother, she feels that she is extremely unqualified.

"Son, listen to what mother said." Her eyes were already red, and she was afraid of showing her vulnerability in front of the child in the next second, so she quickly closed her eyes, "It's mother who has no skills, you..."

"Xiao Ye," Uncle Li suddenly interrupted, "Uncle pays for this fee, you just need to concentrate on painting, and don't worry about other things."

Jin Yao hoarsely shouted: "Lao Li!"

Uncle Li walked to the hanger, took out a wallet from his briefcase, took out a card, walked over to Jiang Ye and handed it to him, "There is enough money here, next time I go to the studio to use it to pay for tuition."

"No, no," Jiang Ye opened his eyes wide, and hurriedly reached out to stop the other party, "Uncle Li, this money, I really can't take this money."

Uncle Li laughed, "I won't let you take it for nothing. This is your uncle's investment in your education. Just treat it as if you borrowed it from him. When you grow up and work and earn money, just return it to me." He Turning to look at Jin Yao again, "Xiao Yao, is this okay?"

Jin Yao wiped her eyes and said bluntly: "... Forget it, I don't care about you!"

"Thank you," Jiang Ye looked at Uncle Li, his voice trembling, "Uncle Li, thank you very much."

Uncle Li didn't speak, but pressed his back firmly.

This feeling made Jiang feel familiar.This familiarity does not originate from memory, but from the witness of the soul.When he was a child and a toddler, his father would also use a big hand to support his back and help him move forward.Now that he has grown into a teenager, the person pushing him forward has changed, and the mountain-like thick emotion has found a continuation.

Two men walked into his life one after the other, the former left early, and the latter is slowly walking into the later life of him and his mother.

They looked at each other in silence, and the transfer took place at this moment.Before one force was completely withdrawn, the other followed immediately, and for a moment the two forces overlapped, pushing Jiang Ye forward together——

Go fly, kid.