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    That painting cannot actually be called a painting, but as a father, he is willing to regard his son's graffiti as a great work.

    In the past three years, Ming Xi has never shown any special feelings towards anyone. After listening to his mother explain that Xi likes Qin Yi very much, he also believed in the eyes of his family. This incident made him feel more identified with Qin Yi.

    "Well, Ming Xi drew a portrait of me, I like it very much." Qin Yi nodded.

    Wei Chengxin said flatterers, that's just a ghost painting, where is it a portrait?  But for the New Year's Eve, it was rare for her to see her third uncle in a good mood, so she refrained from saying anything that would spoil the scenery.

    She was still a little sour in her heart, usually she often talked with Ming Xi, the little guy would only listen, but the first time he saw Qin Yi, he liked her so much, and even drew for her, which he had never done for a cousin like himself  , What a little heartless!

    Zhou Muwen laughed, only thinking that Qin Yi was kind enough to protect Mingxi, caring more about children than formality as much as himself, "Mingxi seldom likes someone so much, I must be very happy to know that you are here, I will send someone to call him now."

    "Is Ming Xi painting? I heard that he is learning to paint recently? I'll go and see him so as not to disturb his painting."

    Hearing what she said, Zhou Muwen knew that she should know about Ming Xi's recent situation, nodded and said: "This is the most expressive thing he has done in the past three years. The family doesn't want to give up this direction easily, and is trying to discover or cultivate his talent.  interest."

    "That's just right, Brother Shi Yu can also draw, maybe they can have something in common." She was about to take Shi Yu to meet Ming Xi.

    Zhou Muwen subconsciously glanced at Shiyu. He didn't know that Shiyu was autistic, but Mrs. Zhou knew it. Experts diagnosed Mingxi as autistic. Although autistic patients vary widely, what if?  What if Shiyu can communicate with Mingxi?

    "Let Mianmian go with Shiyu. Mingxi likes Mianmian, so maybe he will like painting when he sees Mianmian?" Mrs. Zhou looked at Shiyu and said softly, "Shiyu, Mingxi doesn't like to care about others.  He snubbed you, I hope you don't mind."

    Shi Yu nodded.

    Just as Mrs. Zhou ordered her servants to take them to the studio, a person hurriedly walked towards the studio and said anxiously: "Old man, old lady, Young Master Mingxi burst into tears suddenly, and I can't even persuade him."

    The whole family was startled, the old lady stood up all of a sudden, and Yu Xinyao rushed out.

    "Ming Xi is not painting, what happened?" Mrs. Zhou asked the servant.

    The servant replied: "Master Mingxi was painting at first, and we were watching from the sidelines. As he was painting, tears suddenly fell."

    Mrs. Zhou didn't bother to ask too many questions, and walked towards the studio with Yang Xue's support.

    In the studio, Ming Xi was sitting in a wheelchair, with her head bowed, shedding tears quietly, her fists clenched tightly, without making a sound.

    A piece of drawing paper was spread out on the table, and the drawing paper was stained with a large cloud of black ink.

    Although Mingxi hasn't called her mother for three years, but mother and child are connected, Yu Xinyao can feel Mingxi's pain, the pain that goes deep into the soul, he seems to want to express something, but he can't do it, and no one can understand what he wants to say  What.

    She thought of the description about autism. Autistic patients only live in their own world, which is quiet and undisturbed.

    She wanted to help her child, but no matter how powerful she was, she couldn't do it. She could only hold Mingxi's head and choked up and said, "Mingxi, we won't draw anymore, and mother won't force you to draw. From now on, you want to be alone.  Just stay alone, mother will not let anyone disturb you, as long as you can be happy in your own world"

    The Zhou family didn't know how to comfort the sad mother and son. The old lady Zhou's eyes were slightly red, and she couldn't stand such a scene.

    Zhou Muwen stood by, his drooping hands trembling slightly, just as he was about to walk over, a white figure stepped forward.

    "When I was young" Mrs. Zhou was about to speak, when Qin Yi put a finger on her lips, and Mrs. Zhou immediately realized something. Even if she was going through strong winds and waves, she couldn't control her heart beating at this moment.

    In the quiet studio, there was an unhurried hissing sound, which was the sound of the zipper of the backpack being unzipped.

    Hula.

    The sound of paper shaking was very crisp.

    Also very abrupt.

    Yu Xinyao raised her head from her sadness, and saw Shi Yu standing beside her, holding a stack of papers in her hand, looking at Ming Xi with a blank expression.

    "You" Yu Xinyao didn't know what Shi Yu was doing, it was rude for him to break in suddenly, but for some reason, she had a vague feeling that Shi Yu was doing something that might benefit Ming Xi.

    Shi Yu ignored her, took two steps forward, and stopped at MingIn front of ??'s wheelchair, he pulled out a blueprint and placed it in front of Ming Xi's eyes.

    Ming Xi was still crying silently, his face was wet with tears, and he looked extremely pitiful, but the moment he saw the blueprint, his dull eyes suddenly opened, and he even forgot to cry.

    His eyes were wide open, tears were still hanging on his long eyelashes, but he was reluctant to blink, staring closely at the geometric figures on the drawing.

    The drawing is full of complicated patterns, and those who are not familiar with it can only see that it is a geometric figure, but they cannot tell what is drawn.

    Even Yu Xinyao couldn't understand it.

    Ming Xi understood it, he understood it in an instant, he understood all the graphics that he could draw but couldn't.

    This is a portrait.

    A portrait of Qin Yi.

    More complete than the one I painted, this is a complete portrait.

    He looked at it for a long time before realizing that this blueprint was drawn by another person who knew how to draw like himself!

    Know better than yourself!

    He raised his head, and the first thing he saw was a pair of white and slender hands, with slender fingers and well-defined joints, but there was no doubt that they were a pair of men's hands, and Ming Xi's usual unfocused eyes revealed a look of wonder.

    Moving his gaze upwards, the amazement in his eyes became more and more obvious, and slowly, he finally saw the whole picture of the other party.

    The lines of this person are really beautiful, simple and precipitous, like a snow-capped mountain that is unattainable.

    He tilted his head and observed the person in front of him from another perspective, and found that no matter how he looked at it, he looked very good-looking. He couldn't help stretching out his hand, wanting to touch the person in front of him.

    Shi Yu stood still, allowing him to trace his outline.

    Ming Xi traced very slowly, much slower than the last time he traced Qin Yi's outline, Shi Yu remained motionless, and let him look at it.

    After several minutes passed, Ming Xi finally stopped, looked at Shi Yu with bright eyes, and gestured with both hands a few times.

    Qin Yi understood that Ming Xi wanted to paint again.

    Not only her, everyone in the Zhou family also understood it, but Shi Yu didn't agree to his request, and pulled out another blueprint.

    This drawing is still a complex figure, which is a little different from the previous one.

    Ming Xi's eyes widened, and she looked at Shi Yu with disbelief.

    Shi Yu nodded, "Me."

    Ming Xi's eyes burst out with a strong brilliance, looking at Shi Yu like a brainless fan who worships idols.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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