Fengyi is unmarried. In addition to painting and participating in various international activities, she also works part-time as a history professor. She is very busy every day, but she takes a few months every year to travel with her parents.

Perhaps because the disease left behind in her body, Fengyi did not stay in this world for long.

After Wen's father and mother passed away, under the treatment of a top medical team, she survived for ten years and passed away.

On the day she died, Wen Mu sat in front of her bed, looking at the emaciated person, with tears in his eyes: "Xiaoyue, mom and dad have left. Can you hold on for a few more years? I'll beg you as my brother."

Already."

"Brother, that's enough."

Wen Mu looked at her sadly, and finally asked the question that had been in his mind for many years: "Xiaoyue, have you forgiven your brother?"

Fengyi smiled faintly: "Brother, you are not a sinner, so don't put yourself on the execution ground."

Maybe she really is a beauty who has never lost her beauty over time. Now she is like a jar of old wine. As time goes by, she becomes more and more beautiful.

Every move she makes reveals how peaceful the years have been, as if time has been much gentler to her.

She slowly closed her eyes and whispered: "My brother is very good. I have been proud of him all my life."

Although Wen Mu is not as famous as her, he is also a diplomat and literary master. He faces various voices from foreign forces. He has a strong back and a strong posture, and is active in various diplomatic occasions.

In the face of difficulties from foreign media, he spoke eloquently and rebutted very forcefully, showing the demeanor of a great power.

From the gentle boy he was before to the gentle and elegant man he is now, he has always been the idol of many men, men, women, old and young.

Fengyi also accepted a few close disciples in her life and taught them all she had learned. Those students did not let her down and gradually occupied a place in the painting world.

Now they are all in their thirties and forties, crying like children. Some people stood silently outside the hospital: "Although she has not formally accepted us, we are all her students."

Or knowing that she was leaving, many old fans shakily put on their reading glasses and looked at their ignorant grandson: "I remember back then, I also chased her and frantically reminded her of updates on her Weibo.

However, she is so arrogant that she never stops talking. In order to fulfill her fans’ anniversary wishes, she painted tens of thousands of New Year dolls with various expressions in the middle of the night.”

The old man pointed to a funny New Year painting doll: "This is the big picture of me, which contains my wish for peace and joy. Although I have experienced some things in my life, I have always saved myself from danger."

Some people joke that Fengyi has a little bit of mysticism in her body. After so many years, the number of New Year painting dolls has already exceeded 10 million, all of which were painted by Fengyi herself.

Originally, she had over 100 million fans. There were so many people that Feng Yi felt helpless, so her fans spontaneously drew New Year picture dolls for themselves and posted them in the comment area, and Feng Yi included them in her painting book.

The innocent child has yearning in his eyes: "She is so amazing, I want to be like her and be liked by so many people."

With memories in his eyes, the old man shook his head and nodded again.

"My child, I am very happy that you have such a wish, but there is only one her in the world. She does not want to be liked by so many people and does so many things, but she does so that so many people like her."

After learning that Fengyi passed away, many fans who had not raised their eyebrows began to bubble up.

: She still leaves before us old fans. She is too cunning. This way, she doesn’t have to be urged. No, I will burn paper to my old father and ask him to help me urge the update.

:Wow, I can’t do it anymore. I cried so much that my eyes were swollen. I was so scared that my son and daughter thought my wife had died.

: Crying to death, why does time fly by so fast? I still remember her playfully scolding us for not doing our jobs properly, urging us to take the postgraduate entrance examination and rush for a better life. Why, in the blink of an eye, we are old.

:Although I am a new fan, I fell in love with her when I saw her paintings. Because of her, I fell in love with Chinese painting. The more I get to know her, the sadder I feel.

:Some people are dead, but she is still alive.

Perhaps due to her influence, some fans' comments are very literary.

: I came to this world, and I am already fifty years old. I spent ten years of childhood in ignorance, ten years of hiding from school windows, ten years of picking up children, ten years of helping students studying in foreign lands. Ten years of gray hair on my temples, but I still have dreams!

: It was a non-stop encounter and farewell. When flowers bloom, they must fall. Fortunately, I lived in the same era as her and witnessed history.

Regarding Fengyi's death, many people have mixed feelings, especially the painters who had been suppressed by her for decades.

To them, this woman is an insurmountable mountain that weighs them down and makes them breathless.

After learning that she passed away, some people's first reaction was joy, followed by a sense of emptiness, and they couldn't believe that she had left like this.

Tang Mochen looked at a lot of messy things and felt his head grow bigger. He couldn't help but cursed: "Junior sister is such a swindle. If she is dead and you find me so many jobs, I still want to live for a few more years."

Cursing and cursing, he bent over the chopping board and started crying: "The duck neck and pig's trotters that we promised are lying to me again."

He and Feng Yi have been arguing for so many years, attending various occasions together, and supporting each other immediately when something happens. In the eyes of outsiders, they are a talented and beautiful couple, and many people silently enjoy their CP.

Regarding other people's thoughts of trying to get along with them, the two just smiled lightly. They were close friends and this relationship had nothing to do with romance.

Seeing Fengyi's death, Lin Nianke locked himself up for a day, and went to cook with a numb face the next day.

She wanted to escape and sought Su Yiche's help, but was eventually captured by the Gu family.

Lin Nianke still married Gu Yishen, but his life was miserable.

The two often fought, but they were still entangled. They gave birth to two children with mediocre talents and dropped out of school early.

Every time she could only look at Feng Yi on her phone with envy, listen to her deeds, and imagine that the person admired by everyone was herself.

Sometimes, she would also wonder, what would have happened if she had chosen Wen Mu from the beginning?

A gentle and dedicated husband, a simple and awesome sister-in-law, kind and kind parents, and smart and lovely children, it is obvious that she can have all these.

She had seen Wen Mu from a distance before, and he was still so gentle and handsome. He smiled softly and coaxed his temperamental wife, with a smile on his brow, just like the young man back then.

The two of them were extremely loving. Even though Wen Mu had encountered many temptations, including girls who were younger and more beautiful than his wife, he just said: "I have a lover. I think you have misunderstood. It's me who can't live without her, not her."

Can't live without me."

Every time he saw that woman's happy smile on the Internet, Lin Nianke's heart felt like needles pricking her heart. She couldn't help but get red-eyed and jealous, and even secretly hoped that Wen Mu would cheat on her.

Only when she wakes up from the dream, and tastes her old campus life over and over again, can she be given some comfort. But when she turns around, the violent and disabled husband is still lying next to her.

Gu Yishen was stunned for a long time when he found out about Fengyi's death.

In fact, he didn't know Fengyi well. He only remembered that when he met this little girl for the first time, she was blushing and arguing with others.

Although he has a quiet personality, when he heard others say that people who like Chinese paintings are not fashionable and have poor aesthetics, his face turned red with anger.

Although Gu Yishen didn't know much about the art field, he still preferred works full of Chinese style, so he said a few words for her, silencing those who ridiculed her.

At that time, the little girl's eyes were prettier than the stars in the sky. When she saw someone speaking for her, she became very aggressive.

Later, she also gave him a painting as a thank you gift, but he didn't take it seriously at the time and forgot that this was the girl's most sincere gratitude.

He kept that painting at the bottom of the box. It wasn't until he dug it out one time that he remembered it and treasured it carefully.

Over the years, for some unknown reason, he has also been paying attention to Feng Yi.

However, no one ever mentioned his existence, and no one remembered that this outstanding and great woman once had a fiancé.

There was a trace of bitterness in Gu Yishen's eyes. Even when others compiled her life story, they only summarized her in one sentence, and no one even wrote her last name.

Even the psychiatrist has a few more words than me.

Gu Yishen pulled out the painting and looked at it silently. He knew that people like him had always owed her an apology.

"I think we don't even deserve to say we're sorry."

She was shrouded in various auras and no longer cared about this apology. Otherwise, it would be easy for her to kill them later.

But she seemed to have forgotten these people and kept walking forward until they could no longer see her back.

She broke the painting world that had been shrouded in Western ideas for nearly a hundred years, influenced generations of people, and became the light pursued by many people.
Chapter completed!