I just want that when he loses her one day, when he no longer has her by his side, there will be something about her that can make him miss her, make him less tormented, and less desperate.
He just wanted to remember that there was once such a girl who broke into his world like an elf.
I stayed with him for one night in the dark and cold Underground Room, accompanied her to the mountains to sketch, and painted together.
I bought him breakfast and lunch, took him home, and experienced a different kind of family warmth.
He just wants to leave behind a little bit of light that belongs to him, a tiny bit of warmth that belongs to him. Why can't she help him?
Just when Jiang Yihan was feeling sad, the whip followed him on his back, accompanied by those familiar curses that made him numb.
"Are you going to tell me? Are you going to tell me?"
"You useless piece of trash, I'm just telling you why your grades dropped so fast. It turns out that like your shameless father, you started messing with women outside."
"You trash, useless thing, why don't you imitate the good ones, but why do you want to imitate that beast?"
Jiang Meng got angrier and angrier the more he scolded, and finally got so angry that he threw away the whip, grabbed the painting in his hand, and started tearing it up crazily.
"Draw, draw, draw, I tell you to draw, I tell you to draw!"
"I know all day long that I'll learn from that damn beast and draw these damn things, and sooner or later I'll end up following other women.
If I had known today, I would have strangled you to death as soon as I was born. "
"Don't..."
Jiang Yihan looked at the painting that was torn into strips. For the first time when he was beaten and scolded, he showed an extremely angry expression and reached out to grab it.
"No?"
Looking at his anxious and sad expression, Jiang Meng felt very happy.
"I'm going to tear it up, I'm going to tear it up! I'm going to tear it apart. I'll tear it up as much as you want to draw in the future. I'll see if you still dare to draw."
After tearing it apart, she finally threw it to the ground and stomped on it with her feet.
Jiang Yihan Watching the painting being trampled on by her, it was like seeing the person she liked being trampled on, and the tight string in her mind suddenly broke.
His eyes turned red, his expression became distorted, and he suddenly ran over.
After knocking the person away, he lay on the ground and frantically picked up all the scraps of paper:
"My... my... this is mine... this is mine..."
Jiang Meng Seeing his son lying on the ground picking up notes like a madman, he became even more angry.
He walked over and kicked the notes hard with his feet. "What's yours?"
"This is a shameless bitch. She has taken away your soul, made you fall, made you not want to make progress, and made you a waste in the future!"
Jiang Yihan raised his head with a whoosh, staring at this woman crazily with sinister eyes.
He wants to kill this woman!
He wants to kill this woman!
Kill her and this life will end.
Kill her and you will be free.
You can do whatever you want, draw whatever you want, be with her if you want, no one will dare to stop her anymore.
Jiang Yihan forgot everything at this time, only this crazy idea remained in his mind.
He suddenly threw away the note in his hand and rushed over with a ferocious expression on his face.
Jiang Meng was frightened by his scarlet eyes and took several big steps back. He just missed his hand, but then an even greater anger surged in his heart:
"Okay, you actually dare to fight me for a wild woman?"
He waved his hand and went to fight. "I'll beat you to death, you shameless person."
"I started thinking about these dirty things at a young age, so I might as well die early."