In a blink of an eye, the fourth year, early spring.

Ji Shaoguang stood in a yard full of flowers on the other side. A four-year-old boy stood beside her with a small face tense, standing with his hands behind his back.

After waiting for more than half an hour, Ji Rufeng walked in from outside when the gate of the courtyard rang. He had no shoes on his feet, his feet were covered in soil, a pair of printed shorts, and a white I-shaped vest upwards, a big hat on his head. He was much darker than in a few years. If he hadn't looked carefully, he would probably not be able to identify it.

Seeing Ji Shaoguang, he was slightly stunned, with a smile on his face, "Why are you here? Where are you Guan Guan?"

Ji Shaoguang seemed to be used to Ji Rufeng's appearance, so he stepped forward to take the fish he carried in his hand, but was slightly avoided by Ji Rufeng, "This fish is still alive, be careful to shake you all over the water."

Ji Shaoguang stopped insisting and said, "Achen is not on a business trip? He is going to New York for more than a month and can't bear to leave Guan Guan, so he took it away."

"It just so happens that each of you is one, and no one is alone." Ji Rufeng raised Yu in front of Lu Tianheng, "Is it, Tianheng?"

Lu Tianheng was caught off guard and was thrown by the fish, but he just glanced at Ji Rufeng, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and started wiping his face, very calm.

Ji Rufeng was speechless, "Who did you say he is with him? He is even cooler than Xiaojing when he was a child!"

Ji Shaoguang shrugged, and watched Lu Tianheng wipe his face twice before putting away his handkerchief. He thought to himself that Ji Jing was at least targeted when he was a child. He had a clear mind regardless of his behavior or not. As for Lu Tianheng... no one knew whether he had a clear mind or not. His mouth was comparable to the most difficult lock in the world.

Putting the fish into the kitchen, Ji Rufeng entered the glass room. Ji Shaoguang sighed helplessly. Four years have passed, and the dead have passed away. What else can the living besides remembering it?

After lunch, Lu Tianheng was running and playing in the main room. Suddenly, he heard a "bang" sound. The brother and sister were shocked. Ji Rufeng hurriedly chased after him and found that the door on the right side of the downstairs of the main room was open. Lu Tianheng was getting up from the ground, with a face... colorful.

"Is it okay?" Ji Rufeng helped the child up, Lu Tianheng shook his head, but looked over.

This room with a total of 70 to 80 square meters is full of paintings.

Some are framed, some are framed, some are hung, some are hung, some are just finished on an easel, some are not completed.

Ji Shaoguang hurried over and looked at the paintings all over the room, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"I thought..." I thought he would never have anime brushes again.

Ji Rufeng unscrewed the water pipe to wash Lu Tianheng's face. He looked at the paintings all over the room and was silent for a long time before sighing, "I'm afraid I will forget her appearance."

So, I held the pen in my left hand and kept writing, and saved these paintings in more than three years.

From not knowing how to use her left hand at first, to now he can use his left hand to draw her completely...

"Brother, let's hold an art exhibition for A Jian," said Ji Shaoguang.

Ji Rufeng was silent. He didn't want to do it. He didn't care about fame and money. He just wanted to remember her more deeply.

It is best for a lifetime, no, it is best for ten lifetimes to portray her in his heart, and in his blood, he can find her as fast as possible in the next life, avoiding her suffering, avoiding her worries, avoiding her wandering around, and preventing her from having no branches to rely on.

"I miss you, don't you want to celebrate her?"

In one sentence, he was so moved.
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