"Yeah." Wang Mengfei responded softly, her voice seemed to be unable to hear clearly, and she still lowered her head, but Ye Li noticed that her eyes lit up slightly.

Ye Li suddenly felt a little uncertain whether she was waiting for him.

Wang Mengfei still said nothing, pursed her lips and walked forward slowly.

Who are you sad for and pity for whom?

At this moment, Ye Li suddenly noticed that the rain in the sky slowly turned into fine snow and slowly fell.

However, the snowflakes fell on Wang Mengfei's shoulders, but they looked very heavy.

What's wrong with her?

Ye Li couldn't help but say: "The teacher hasn't come to today's Chinese class yet."

"Um."

"I heard he is a very famous university professor."

"Um."

Ye Li smiled bitterly at her. He hesitated for a moment and said, "You don't have to be angry about the morning matter. The classmates did not mean anything malice..." He paused and said, "Also, do you know that my novel was blocked? But it's not a big deal..."

"Why isn't it a big deal?" Wang Mengfei suddenly raised her head and stared at Ye Li, her eyes shiny.

Ye Li was startled. When he was paying attention, he found that Wang Mengfei's face was a little red and he lowered himself.

For a moment, the stiff atmosphere just now was replaced by a strange feeling.

At this moment, Ye Li finally fully confirmed that Wang Mengfei's abnormality in the morning was because of herself.

A deep feeling surged in his heart.

Just as the lyrics in Rene Liu's classical music: "What should be hidden is always clear, and thousands of words can only be speechless... I meet in thousands of mountains, rivers, and people, oh, it turns out that you are here too."

It was just that Wang Mengfei should have comforted him, but now he has turned around.

Thinking of this, Ye Li felt a wonderful feeling in his heart, and suddenly felt that he was so close to Wang Mengfei's heart.

He finally said: "Mengfei, you seem to have something to worry about, you only take it on your own..."

Hearing this, Wang Mengfei trembled all over.

Her eyes stared at Ye Li with care, which made Ye Li inexplicably cramped. Wang Mengfei's serious behavior made him feel that things were extraordinary.

He immediately murmured: "Sorry..."

"Is that so? I noticed it..." Wang Mengfei's voice was a little murmur.

Ye Li said: "It's not that obvious..."

"But you noticed it." Wang Mengfei's voice was amazingly beautiful in the snow. She looked at Ye Li, as if she was making some determination.

"Maybe it's because I'm too sensitive?"

"Is that true?" Wang Mengfei turned her face gently, but immediately turned around, her face slowly became firm, she took out a piece of drawing paper from her schoolbag and handed it to Ye Li.

Her movements were so fast that Ye Li hadn't reacted yet.

"Please take a look." Wang Mengfei's body was trembling, and a glorious light suddenly appeared in her eyes.

Ye Li only looked at her for a moment, and was captured by that beauty, and his heart was pounding. He quickly avoided his eyes and took the drawing paper.

This is a painting, a girl looks at the moon outside the window of the building, and a boy staring at her from afar on the bridge.

Ye Li didn't expect that Wang Mengfei had the talent for painting and painted so well, just like the artistic conception of "the bright moon decorates your window, and you decorate other people's dreams."

However, he noticed that there was a strange atmosphere in the painting, which always made people suspect that the moon would turn blood, and the atmosphere was a bit deep, as if it was a scene of a werewolf resurrection on the full moon, which was surprising.

What is the reason for this?

Ye Li paused and said hesitantly: "The painting is very good."

"Is that so? But my painting..." Wang Mengfei seemed to know that Ye Li would react like this, and said softly, walking forward straight away.

The snowflakes were getting bigger and snow was piled up on her shoulders. Looking from behind, it made people feel that she was lonely.

Ye Li caught up with Wang Mengfei and walked side by side with her. He finally asked, "But what's wrong?"

Wang Mengfei paused and said, "The style I painted always has an incredible and weird atmosphere. And because of that style, my relatives strongly rejected me and did not allow me to continue painting."

Wang Mengfei's voice became a little disappointed: "So I just practiced painting alone. I originally thought painting was my life, but recently my hand was injured once. Even though it had been healed for a long time, I couldn't lift it up, as if there was some force to refuse me to continue painting..."

Speaking of this, her mood eased, she raised her wet eyes and looked at Ye Li.

At this moment, Ye Li felt a strange charm in Wang Mengfei. She obviously wanted to comfort herself, but she told her secret in her heart. It was precisely this that made Ye Li feel that there was a kind of brilliance in her body, so dazzling.

Because he saw the girl's persistence.

She has been holding on to her ideal world alone and has already reached its limit.

"I want to protect her..." Suddenly, Ye Li had such a strong thought in his heart. Looking at the girl who seemed strong and fragile, he felt indescribable pity and desire for protection.

He took a deep breath and said to Wang Mengfei: "Do you know what a stupid sheep is that you can't turn?"

Wang Mengfei shook her head.

Ye Li said softly: "There was a painter who had been drifting in Beijing alone and painting in the provincial capital. She had been hungry and suffered hardships. She felt that she was just a foolish sheep."

At this moment, Ye Li remembered a popular beautiful cartoonist in his previous life. She published a single comic book before she graduated from university. She won the gold medal in the Best Story Comic Girls Group at the 5th Golden Dragon Awards, and was also the only mainland Chinese cartoonist who entered the mainstream comic market in Japan.

Her name is Shada.

The experiences of Wang Mengfei and this painter Xia Da are so similar.

Ye Li's voice became increasingly low: "She is focused and has her stubbornness. An advertising company once invited her to be a graphic model. She just took a few photos of other people's products and could earn several thousand yuan, but she refused without hesitation."

"Once she hadn't had a meal for two days. My friend called to see her and asked her what she wanted. She called to bring food in her heart, but she didn't say it. As a result, when my friend arrived, she brought a big bouquet of flowers. She cried in disappointment, and said while crying: So beautiful, thank you. My friend was completely surprised. Isn't it just to give you a bouquet of flowers? As for how she cried like this?"

Ye Li paused and continued, "But she was like this, and finally persisted, she finally attracted countless comic fans, with her incredible strange atmosphere and her fascinating and poignant fantasy."

Then Ye Li looked into Wang Mengfei's eyes: "So, are you willing to give up?"

"I..." Wang Mengfei was speechless. She had never known such a story. She had never heard of such a person. But at this moment, from Ye Li's sincere tone and from Ye Li's firm gaze, she felt that the story was true. For a moment, she lost her voice: "But I..."

"Do you have a desire to draw?" Ye Li said solemnly.

Wang Mengfei was stunned.

"Do you have the desire to start an art exhibition? Do you have the desire to publish a collection of paintings?" Ye Li's eyes became clearer and clearer.

"I..." Wang Mengfei wanted to speak but stopped.

"Then, just fly to pursue yourself!" Ye Li's voice became firm.

After saying that, Ye Li pointed to a piano club in the distance and said, "Let's go there, I'll listen to a song for you, and you will understand after listening."

It was a huge mall with five floors in total, and there were many shops on the first floor. On the edge, it was the piano club that Ye Li had been to.

At this moment, Ye Li remembered that no matter how hard he tried, he could not succeed. The eyes of the people around him were always ridiculed. He remembered the pain of his ideals being unable to be fulfilled and unable to pursue his ideals. He also remembered the love in his previous life.

Looking at the timid girl in front of him, this confused girl, he understood the feeling of loving painting but unable to reach it, being close to you but far away.

He also seemed to see the moment when countless people worked hard without getting rewarded.

How painful it hurts when ideals are about to be destroyed.

At this moment, his desire to play the piano was filled with his limits.

He wanted to use music to express his inner desire, to create a desire to comfort the girl in front of him with the inspirational power, and to use his music to tell those who fail, and to ask them to work harder and fly more for themselves!;
Chapter completed!