Focus on the scene

◎It will get better◎

On the first day of leave, Jingjie was not as miserable as Ji Huai imagined.

Both Mr. Jing and Aunt Li asked for leave from work today, stayed with him at home for a day, and talked to him a lot.Out of concern for his mental health, Mr. Jing asked him if he needed to see a psychiatrist, but Jing Jie refused.

Lu Chao's death was too sudden, and the way of death was too shocking.He did suffer psychological damage from it, but he didn't think he needed a therapist to heal.

As long as he is given enough time, he can completely heal on his own.This time does not need to be too long, five days is fine.After five days, he will be able to return to the sunshine, return to school, and be an ordinary high school student.

When Liu Fei came to the house, Jing Jie was a little surprised.

He never thought of hiding this matter from Liu Fei, but he also didn't want to tell the other party about it before he came out.

But Liu Fei just came, on the first day after the incident, he came so quickly.

Jing Jie brought Liu Fei into his room, Liu Fei didn't show any politeness to him, and sat directly on his bed, raised his chin, "Tell me, you have something to hide from me."

Jing Jie sat down beside him, sorted out his thoughts briefly, and then slowly told Liu Fei everything about Lu Chao.

Liu Fei listened in silence, and waited until Jing Jie had finished speaking before he opened his mouth. The first word was a little hoarse, he cleared his throat, and then said again: "What are you going to do with his body?"

Jing Jie was a little helpless, "Don't make me look like a killer, okay?"

Liu Fei said: "His family is dead, there must be someone else to help him clean up the mess."

"My dad made an appointment with the crematorium." Jing Jie said, "This Saturday. Are you coming?"

Liu Fei nodded, "Anyway, brother, I have to see him off for the last time."

Apart from Jingjie, Liu Fei knew the most about Lu Chao.In other words, it would be useless for him to tell anyone about Lu Chao's death. Only by telling Liu Fei could he feel better.

Jing Jie felt a lot more relaxed now, he let out a long breath, and finally had the opportunity to ask Liu Fei why he came here so quickly.

"Did Ji Huai tell you?" Jing Jie guessed.

"You still have the nerve to say that if my goddess hadn't gone to have a carnival with my little sister today, I would still be kept in the dark." After Liu Fei complained, she curled her lips, "It's not that he told me. He didn't I was going to tell me and let me ask you myself. But at lunch, I happened to run into someone at the same table talking about jumping off the building. You didn’t see Ji Huai’s face at that moment, tsk, if I still I can't guess that it has something to do with you, so I've lived such a long life in vain."

"Don't make yourself sound like an old man." Jing Jie said, "What did they say?"

"Say something you don't like to hear." Liu Fei said, "It's as if it's true. If Ji Huai didn't stop me, I would have fought them."

"So serious?" Jing Jie felt a little funny, "It's not you who stopped Ji Huai."

"Grass, how long have I been friends with you? How many years have he been friends with you? Don't you know who is stopping whom?" Liu Fei glanced at Jingjie, thought of something, and rubbed his chin, "Speaking of which, you and Did Ji Huai quarrel? I always feel a little weird when I hear what he said today."

"Who is arguing with him? What did he say?"

"Just..." Liu Fei recalled for a while, and said, "When I asked him what happened to you, I didn't suppress my little temper, and made a little fire, and ignited him too. , Tell me to let me ask you myself, what else to say... He can't make decisions for you, he is not someone like you, I thought you two had a quarrel. "

"Oh." Jing Jie replied blankly.

"Oh?" Liu Fei stared, "Oh what, why don't you explain? Why are you two so weird..."

"It's nothing." Jing Jie said, "Why do you care so much about our affairs? I've told you everything I need to tell you. You can go back and pick you up at your door at eight o'clock on Saturday morning."

Liu Fei was driven off the bed by him, and he hummed twice, "Okay, how long has it been, you two have a little secret that I can't let me know?"

Jing Jie raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter? Did I tell him about your bed-wetting in the third grade?"

Liu Fei: "..."

Liu Fei pointed his middle finger at him, opened the door angrily, took a step outside, then backed up, raised his chin at him, "Go, send me out of the community."

On the fourth day when Jing Jie was away, I missed him.

Although Liu Fei had already told Ji Huai that the situation in Jingjie was fine, but he had sent several messages over the past few days without any response, which made him feel a little helpless.

At eight o'clock in the evening on Friday, the sky outside the window was covered with dark clouds, lightning silently lit up the night, followed by a muffled thunder.

Inside the window, there was a beeping sound from Weibo's special shutdown notification, and it was almost swallowed by thunder.

Ji Huai hurriedly wrote the answer he had just calculated on the paper, and quickly took the phone to look at the notification bar, not knowing whether to be angry or relieved for a moment.

Jingjie posted a new painting.

At this moment when he has just experienced a major blow that can be linked to death.

Ji Huai is angry that he still has time to paint, but also happy that he still has time to paint.

Ji Huai felt that he might have a split personality.

He clicked on the big picture on Weibo, and the blue-green main color glued back his split personality.

Some people say that blue represents vastness and serenity, while others say that blue is the coldest color, which represents melancholy.

At this moment, Ji Huai believed the latter without hesitation.

Cold blue sky, cold blue lake.

On the edge of the blue-green reeds, the ugly duckling with the chain around its neck is walking towards the lake step by step with difficulty.

On the other end of the chain, broken eggshells were scattered all over the ground, and a few pieces stuck to the chain and were dragged forward.

Ji Huai stared at the picture for a long time.

Nine out of ten people in the world have pain in their hearts, ordinary people bury their pain in their hearts with happiness, and creators use their pens to create with pain.

Ji Huai suddenly wanted to crawl to Jing Jie's house along the network cable, to... hug him.At least, it is a little consolation.

He was a little... No, very, he felt sorry for his deskmate.

After Jingjie finished handing out the painting, the gloom accumulated in his heart dissipated a lot.

For example, some people like to post to Moments to express their pain when they are sad. His way of expressing is to draw pictures and post pictures. After posting pictures, he will feel much better.

And looking at the sand sculpture comments on Weibo from time to time can make him feel better.

It took more than half an hour for Jingjie to click on the comment.

He has 10,000+ fans on Weibo. Although it feels like most of them are zombie fans, there are always thousands of fans who are still active at the forefront.

Like, comment and forward one-stop.

Jing Jie read the comments one by one.

It’s strange to say that the fans in Jingjie’s Weibo comment area don’t know when they no longer just look at paintings, but regard his paintings as reading comprehension, and always love to interpret the emotions he entrusted in the paintings , or describe the reader's own emotions aroused by the painting.

Yes, readers.

Jingjie felt that these fans were not looking at or admiring the paintings, but reading them.

Jing Jie didn't like to add words when posting pictures, now that he has this group of fans, he can't even add words.

There are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand readers. Different people see a painting and have different emotional feedback. He does not want to use his personal views to bind other people's emotions.

Of course, these paintings have nothing to do with making money, and those paintings related to making money are used for advertising and publicity.

Jingjie flicked his fingers slowly on the screen, and saw someone saying that he was like an ugly duckling in a painting, and a broken egg was like a shattered dream. He thought that as long as he didn't give up, there was still hope, but he didn't know that his persistence had long since passed away. If you become a chain that binds you, if you insist on moving forward, you will only be pulled into the abyss by heavy dreams.

Some people also say that they are like the broken egg, they should be abandoned, but they don't give up and want to go with their friends, but their own existence will eventually harm them.

Jingjie suddenly regretted posting this painting.

In fact, when he was painting, he didn't think so much, or didn't think about anything. There were only a few vague pictures in his mind, and all he had to do was to draw them down.

There is no distinction between good and bad paintings, which is the philosophy he has always adhered to.But from the bottom of his heart, he does not want his paintings to bring despair to people.

It was only at this time that Jing Jie realized how uncomfortable the painting was, but it was probably too late to delete it now, Jing Jie sighed, and began to reply to those disturbing comments one by one.

Even if the real dream is broken, it will not become the shackles that bind you.

The person who is willing to take you with you when you are desperate is already prepared to be pulled into the abyss, but he is not afraid, so you don't have to be afraid either.

He replied one by one until he saw one of the comments.

From the time point of view, this comment was posted on Weibo less than 1 minute ago.

Very short, just five words.

"It will be fine."

The name of the reviewer is a period.

On Saturday, Mr. Jing drove Jing Jie and Liu Fei to the crematorium. After a long horn sounded, the cremation furnace started to operate.

Lu Chao once said that he didn't want to be buried in the ground after death. Such a small piece of land is not free at all.

Jing Jie fulfilled his wish, carried the ashes jar to the bank of Liu River, and together with Liu Fei, scattered his ashes into the river.

At the turn of spring and summer, the water level of the Liuhe River is high and the river flows fast.Jing Jie didn't know which river was connected to the Liu River, and he didn't know where the water of these rivers would flow.But since it is water, I think it can go to many far away places.

"Okay, the two brothers will send you here." Liu Fei patted the remaining dust on his hands, "The fate is over, in the next life, in the next life, don't see each other again."

Jing Jie didn't speak, and squatted down to wash the jar with river water.

Liu Fei also squatted down and washed his hands with the river water, "You should say something, if you don't say it, there will be no chance in the future."

Jing Jie looked at the rushing river, thought for a while, and said, "Have a good trip."