With only two months left to live, the contract girlfriend cried like crazy

"Ah?! What?"

Yan Ruoli was originally immersed in her own thoughts, and was startled by this sudden exclamation. She came to her senses, slowly raised her head, and cast her eyes on Lin Xun.

"What's wrong with you?"

Lin Xun's face was hideous at this moment, and his originally calm face was distorted by extreme surprise and excitement.

His eyes were staring as if they were about to jump out of his eye sockets. His eyes followed the sketch closely, and his body seemed to be trembling slightly, as if he was trying his best to suppress some emotions that were about to burst out.

"Where did you get this painting?"

Lin Xun's voice was trembling. He couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't move his eyes away from the sketch.

The sketch showed a boy who looked like a teenager, facing the sun, his hair gently lifted in the breeze, exuding the breath of youth. The smile was bright and innocent, like the warm spring sun, revealing white and neat teeth.

The boy held a thousand paper cranes high in his hand.

This familiar line, familiar style, and familiar characters.

Absolutely right!

Cha Cha!

She drew it!

......

"Brother Lin Xun, what is your dream?"

That childish voice sounded in Lin Xun's ears.

"Cha Cha wants to be a painter, so that she can record all the beautiful things. I want to use my pen to draw the most beautiful things in my heart."

"For Cha Cha, the most beautiful things are Brother A Xun and Grandma!"

The familiar little figure appeared in Lin Xun's mind.

Her eyes were full of determination and longing. Holding a dirty little notebook, her little body squatted and used the pencil she picked up to carefully depict Lin Xun's appearance on the notebook.

"Oh, my drawing is too ugly. Brother A Xun is drawn in a mess. I want to erase it and draw it again!" Cha Cha's voice was a little annoyed. She frowned and looked serious.

At that time, Lin Xun would fold a thousand paper cranes every day. Later, Cha Cha also learned from Lin Xun and drew a picture every day, but the scene in the picture would never change. From beginning to end, there was only Lin Xun.

"Brother Xun, I seem to have improved a lot in painting. Do you like it?"

Cha Cha raised the painting above her head and smiled happily at Lin Xun, as if showing off her treasure.

Since the incident with Cha Cha, Lin Xun locked all of Cha Cha's things in the room of his hometown, and those memories were sealed there forever.

This sketch is exactly the same as the one drawn by Cha Cha back then.

This is 100% drawn by Cha Cha.

But how could it be?

Could it be that his hometown was robbed? So this painting was circulated?

Or did he not die at all back then?

Thinking of this, Lin Xun could no longer suppress his anxious heart.

"Can you show me this painting?"

Lin Xun stretched out his trembling hand and wanted to confirm again.

"Okay, here you go."

Yan Ruoli had never seen Lin Xun's exaggerated expression before, and hurriedly handed the painting to Lin Xun.

Familiar pencil sketch, familiar boy, familiar paper cranes...

Lin Xun stretched out his fingers and stroked the sketch. This painting was definitely of himself!

This painting was deeply engraved in his heart, and there was absolutely no way it could be wrong!

Could it be that his hometown was really stolen?

Lin Xun thought about it. All of Cha Cha's things were locked in that room. The whole house looked very shabby. Who would do such a thing?

After thinking about it, it was impossible.

Then there was only one result left -

But,

If Cha Cha didn't die, why didn't she come to find herself?

What has Cha Cha experienced in these years?

"Lin Xun... What's wrong with you?!"

Yan Ruoli frowned more and more deeply. Looking at Lin Xun's almost crazy look, she was really scared.

"Where did you get this painting?!"

Lin Xun reached out and grabbed Yan Ruoli's arm, his eyes bloodshot.

"I bought this at a painting stall on the roadside downstairs when I came to Tianyiyun Building this morning."

Yan Ruoli was startled by Lin Xun's action, and her voice trembled a little.

Painting stall?

Lin Xun thought of countless possibilities in an instant.

Could it be that Cha Cha didn't die and survived?

Lin Xun's memory went back to the day of the accident.

The flood that day was particularly large, and the yellow river water rolled and swept everything with an unstoppable force. Even a young and strong young man who could swim might not be able to survive if his head was hit and injured, let alone a ten-year-old girl?

"Is the owner of the painting a girl?"Lin Xun's Adam's apple moved, and he opened his mouth with difficulty, his voice full of expectation and nervousness.

"Lin Xun, can you loosen your hand first... It hurts a little..."

At that time, Lin Xun's hand was still tightly holding Yan Ruoli's wrist, and a trace of red marks had appeared on it. Yan Ruoli's face showed a painful expression.

"I'm sorry..."

Seeing this, Lin Xun quickly loosened his hand and looked at Yan Ruoli with an apologetic look.

He lost his composure in a hurry just now.

"The owner of the painting shop is indeed a girl."

It's a girl!

Could it be Cha Cha?

"Maybe it's not particularly appropriate to describe it as a girl, it should be a woman." Yan Ruoli's voice cast a shadow on Lin Xun's just-ignited hope.

"What do you mean?" Lin Xun was stunned.

"Although she had a black scarf covering her head, I could still vaguely tell that she looked quite old. Maybe it would be more appropriate for us to call her grandma."

"So the person selling the painting wasn't a girl?"

Lin Xun couldn't wait to continue asking.

How is this possible?

If the person selling the painting wasn't Cha Cha, how did she get the painting?

"Girl? No, she was just an old lady. I thought she looked quite pitiful at the time. She was still selling paintings under the hot sun, and there were basically no people selling them, so I just picked one at random, which is the one you see."

What exactly is going on?

Lin Xun stood there blankly with the sketch in his hand. His brain was in a mess, and countless questions were circling in his mind.

"Do you remember the address of the painting? Can you take me there?"

Anyway, meeting the old lady selling the painting should be able to figure out everything.

And from the current clues, it seems that Cha Cha may not really be dead!

Lin Xun observed it carefully again. This sketch could not have been made more than ten years ago. It was obviously made not long ago, and the paper was relatively new.

The person who drew this picture was definitely Cha Cha.

He couldn't have remembered it wrong! ! !

"That's fine, but can you tell me why you are so excited?"

How to describe Lin Xun's expression, excited? Shocked? Unbelievable? Nervous? Yan Ruoli didn't know how to describe it.

But she was sure that this sketch meant a lot to Lin Xun.

"Because--"

Lin Xun took the painting in his hand and faced Yan Ruoli. His voice was low and full of emotion.

"This is me."

"Ah? This is you?!"

Yan Ruoli's eyes widened, totally unbelievable.

How could this be possible? A sketch bought casually on the street, and the person drawn was actually Lin Xun?

"Lin Xun, you must have made a mistake. I don't think the person in the painting looks like you."

After observing carefully, Yan Ruoli shook her head.

The sketch was obviously of a child in his teens, full of vigor and vitality, with an innocent smile on his face.

But now Lin Xun's hair has turned a lot whiter, he is thinner, and the years have left traces on his face. It is hard to associate him with the sunny boy in the sketch.