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"Excuse me, may I ask, can we get to know Jiang Yan?" Zhong Li asked.

Jiang Yan's mother thought for a long time, and then led the two into the house.

The house is very simple and warm, and there are many places that are empty. It seems that there were some things in these places, but now they have all been moved, making the house a little empty.

Su Qingyue, who was at the side, couldn't help tugging at Zhongli, because there was a brand new photo frame on a cabinet in the room, inside was a black and white photo of a ten-year-old child, everything was clear.

Su Qingyue was also a little uneasy, she had vaguely guessed that Jiang Yan had something to do with her, but she didn't dare to confirm it.

But Zhongli is different, she wants to ruthlessly tear Su Qingyue's eyes blindfolded by the dark forces now, she still believes in Su Qingyue in her heart, and believes that she is still the innocent and sincere girl back then.

Zhong Li said cruelly: "Perhaps this will bring up your sadness, we want to know about Jiang Yan."

The mother didn't know the purpose of Zhongli and Zhongli. Zhongli's words were like a knife, severing her heart, making her face the painful truth again, but at the same time, she was also worried about her child. And happy.

It turned out that in this world, there are still people who know him and think of him. In this world, I am not the only one who still remembers him.

"He's dead." Jiang Yan's mother closed her eyes and said in pain.

"He committed suicide more than three months ago."

Hearing Jiang Yan's mother's words, Su Qingyue's body froze, and her pupils dilated slightly.

Jiang Yan's mother continued talking. Although she felt very painful, there are still people in this world who miss her son. For a mother, this may be a kind of comfort.

An autistic child who never communicates with others has few friends during his lifetime, let alone after his death.

In the past three months, Jiang Yan's mother felt that her son had left no trace in this world except for a pile of paintings, as if he had never been in this world.

No one knew him, no one knew him, and no one missed him.

Now someone came to the door because of him, she couldn't wait to share Jiang Yan's story with them, and wanted more people to know Jiang Yan, and don't forget Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan's mother sniffed and remembered lovingly, "Jiang Yan is a very special child. He was diagnosed with congenital autism when he was very young. He is different from other ordinary children. My child is different, he never communicates with others, and most of the time he always sits alone in a corner in a daze, not responding to calls, as if he does not belong to this world."

"I have thought about many methods and seen many doctors, but none of them can cure him. In the end, I accidentally discovered that he is very interested in painting. He often holds a pen, no matter what it is, and puts it on the ground and wall. Draw on paper."

"Then I bought him a brush and all kinds of drawing tools, and he started drawing on the drawing paper. He couldn't stop drawing all day long, and he didn't even sleep."

Speaking of her child, Jiang Yan's mother had tears in her eyes and a nostalgic smile on her face. Even though the child hadn't spoken more than a hundred words to her for so many years, she still loved him very much.

"Jiang Yan is very talented in painting. He is a genius. Give him a picture book and an atlas, and he can study for a whole day, and then draw a lot of pictures. Even without a teacher, he relies on He can also paint very well, and gradually, his condition began to improve, and he can communicate with us, although the most talked about is painting."

Speaking of this, Jiang Yan's mother couldn't help laughing happily. That period of time can be said to be the happiest period of her life.

"The doctor also said that according to this development, Jiang Yan's condition has improved, and he will probably become a normal person in the future. But, but, more than three months ago, everything changed."

Jiang Yan's mother's voice became hurried and her eyes were red. Even though it had been more than three months, she still felt extremely heartbroken when she thought of this incident.

She took a deep breath and continued speaking slowly.

"One day three months ago, he suddenly threw away his beloved paintbrush, tore off the drawing paper, hugged his head and yelled, as soon as I approached, he would lose control. When he lost control before, I gave him a He can calm down with a pen, but now, he throws his pen away with his own hands, and doesn’t allow anyone to approach it.”

"Since that day, he has never picked up a paintbrush or painted again. He often hugs his head and yells, or hits his head against the wall to tear up the paintings that he had treasured, and keeps saying "gone." , It’s gone, someone stole it” nonsense, that hysterical appearance, like a cub that lost its treasure, screaming in despair after being unable to save it.”

Hearing this, Su Qingyue's pupils shrank suddenly.

"I don't know what's wrong with him. I have called countless doctors, but they don't know what's going on. Some doctors speculate that Jiang Yan's goal in life, the only bright path in life, seems to have disappeared, and he feels powerless because of it. pain."

"I don't understand what the doctor means. Jiang Yan loves to paint, and his goal in life is to paint. His paintbrush is still in his hand. Why did the goal disappear? Why doesn't he paint anymore? Well, what he loves the most is painting, isn't it?"

At the end, Jiang Yan's mother couldn't help covering her face with her hands, and began to cry.

Although she was the one who gave birth to Jiang Yan, it seemed like she had never understood this child, nor had she ever walked into his heart.

She didn't understand why Jiang Yan suddenly became like this, "In the end, on that day, he tore up all his paintings, broke all his brushes, threw away all his drawing papers, and then... Since...suicide..."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Yan's mother cried bitterly. She had never said these words to anyone, and she always had doubts in her heart. She didn't understand why her son, who had obviously improved, suddenly disappeared.

Her good son, why is it gone!
Su Qingyue was stunned aside, leaning back on the sofa, her whole body sunk in, but her body was stiff and cold, as if she was in an ice cellar in this scorching summer, she slightly opened her mouth and widened her eyes, Full of disbelief.

Hearing this, she already understood that Jiang Yan's death had something to do with her.

After all, three months ago, Jiang Yan lost her own life path, and she, through the "system", obtained genius-like painting ability.

In a trance, I don't know how long it has passed. Seeing Jiang Yan's mother, Su Qingyue wiped away her tears and got up, and took the two of them to a utility room.

She stood up stiffly, followed Jiang Yan's mother hand in hand, and watched her open the door.

The door opened, and the utility room was full of drawing papers. These papers were all painted on, but they were violently torn into pieces, and finally glued back carefully with scotch tape.

When she saw the painting on the torn drawing paper, she gave Su Qingyue another blow to the head.

Because the painting style above is exactly the same as hers!
She even saw some paintings drawn by her "subconscious inspiration" in it.

The difference is that these paintings were all drawn by Jiang Yan.