Chen Huan lived in Jiangxi for a while before, but was caught by her mother a few days later.

Some parents discipline their children strictly, while others simply leave the stockings without paying attention. They die of drought and flooding. Chen Huan is the type who dies of flooding.

During the Chinese New Year, Jiang Xi didn't see Chen Huan when she came home. She heard Xia Xinyan say that she was locked up by her mother, her guitar and cell phone were confiscated, and she couldn't leave the room.

The girl standing in front of her now is dazzling, and her temperament exudes a feeling of fearlessness from the inside out.

It seems that nothing is wrong in front of her.

Jiang Xi didn't ask her why she said goodbye, just said, "Have you cut off your relationship with your mother?"

Chen Huan looked at her: "Are you really not a fortune teller?"

After the joke was finished, she said back to the topic and didn't care much about it: "It's cut off, and nothing I do in the future will have nothing to do with her."

Jiang Xi lowered her eyes and raised her eyes, and asked, "How did you come here?"

“High-speed rail.”

"Have you eaten?" Jiang Xi asked.

"without."

Jiang Xi glanced at the nearby area: "We are going to find something to eat, let's go together."

Chen Huan was not embarrassed to be embarrassed: "Okay."

The two walked side by side, and Chen Huan asked Jiang Xi: "What to eat?"

Jiang Xi looked for a place to eat and went shopping, and she said, "I don't know."

"Oh, so that's what it means to find food."

"It's almost the same."

Chen Huan was speechless.

Finally, Jiang Xi found an open-air home-cooked restaurant. After ordering, she ordered two wine glasses from the boss.

There are occasionally people passing by on the street next to you, and motorcycles pass by, or riding bicycles slowly, but not many four-wheelers are there.

They sat on the side of the road, with a few side dishes in front of them.

Jiang Xi poured a small glass of wine and placed it in front of Chen Huan: "Will you go back in the future?"

Chen Huan picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "What are you going back to do? It's broken."

"For my mother, if her daughter is ignorant and does not take the college entrance examination, her daughter will be dead."

She insisted on her own in the field she was good at, and even if she was crowned in the future, she would be ignorant for her mother.

"She doesn't want a daughter at all, she just wants a daughter who lives as she asks," Chen Huan didn't care much in her tone, "So, blood relationship doesn't seem to be that important, but I didn't suffer any loss. She has no feelings for me, and I can't be considered affection for her. At most, I'm grateful to her for providing me with food and clothing for more than ten years."

Jiang Xi could see that Chen Huan was telling the truth.

She was really not very sad, but she could tell that she was in a good mood.

That kind of expectation for the future.

Jiang Xi handed her a wine glass: "Come on."

Chen Huan glanced at her, picked up the wine glass and clinked her: "I would do my best without you."

Jiang Xi smiled: "It's so arrogant, little girl."

Chen Huan joked: "The way I get from severing ties with my biological mother is of course wild to the end."

"Yes," Jiang Xi put down his wine glass, "The musician is indeed wild enough."

The food was served one after another, and the fragrance was everywhere.

Chen Huan suddenly asked, "Where are you?"

Jiang Xi was not relieved and said carelessly: "What?"

Chen Huan had big eyes, and the night sky seemed very bright under the dim light. She said, "Where are you, a person who paints, you can also be wild to the end, not to mention that you have stood at the top."

Jiang Xi didn't expect Chen Huan to speak so directly, so she was stunned.

But she didn't have much shock on her face, and she returned to normal in a second: "Why did she suddenly say this?"

It rained last night, and there were puddles on the curb, and the whole world was poured into it.

The wine glass was too small, and Chen Huan couldn't drink it happily, so he opened a bottle of beer.

After taking a sip into her mouth, she said, "I know you adults are much more mature and experienced more than us underage."

After saying that, she paused, raised her lower lip to Jiang Xi, provokingly: "But so what if you are mature than us? Sometimes you are not as brave as us."

At this age, I will always be passionate and have not passed through the wings of society, and I will be brave and brave with a heart that is not afraid of the future.

They are not afraid of anything.

Jiang Xi was indeed stunned at this moment.

Chen Huan continued, "Do you still remember the first time we met half a year ago? I recognized you at a glance and didn't ask who you were."

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To be precise, it's not the first time. After all, when Chen Huan was young, Jiang Xi met when she was young, it should be said that it was the first time she met many years later. During that period, Chen Huan was temporarily handed over to Xia Xinyan for care. She climbed into Jiang Xi's house that night. Logically speaking, it was unlikely that Chen Huan remembered her after several years, but she recognized her at first sight, and she didn't have to think about it at all.

Jiang Xi nodded and signaled her to continue.

Chen Huan said: "Actually, I have been paying attention to your affairs in those years."

For some reason, I might have thought that when I was a child, this sister who painted was very good, so I kept paying attention to it.

Jiang Xi was a little surprised and raised her eyebrows.

Chen Huan said: "So I have finished the whole process of your slander and plagiarism a few years ago, but I didn't expect you to never draw again because of this."

Chen Huan has been rebellious since she was a child, and her mother's severity became the cage she wanted to break free from.

Jiang Xi is different from her. Jiang Xi has been free since she was a child. She can do whatever she wants and can do whatever she wants in the field she is good at.

Chen Huan, who grew up, realized this later. It was precisely because Jiang Xi experienced what she longed for, or a symbol of some meaning to her that she noticed Jiang Xi.

One day, Jiang Xi suddenly disappeared from now on and never picked up the brush again.

"I've seen it all the way," said Chen Huan, "so there is something else to say to you today, besides saying goodbye."

Jiang Xi took the wine glass and sipped it, without any intention of speaking, and signaled her to continue.

Chen Huan looked at her: "I think the person who copied should die, but you shouldn't die. The person who copied should have no inspiration for the rest of his life, but you are not. That is someone else's mistake, not yours. The person who should be affected by these things and can never take up the paintbrush is Ren Shenghai, not you."

Speaking of this, Chen Huan suddenly thought of something and gave up his words.

The child was indeed still a child. Jiang Xi seemed to be waiting for her at this moment and looked at her and smiled.

She finally spoke: "Did you think of the ones that should have scolded others on me?"

The person who copied the plagiarism back then was Ren Shenghai, but all personal attacks were from Jiang Xi.

The malice left by a person to make bad things against another person will not become invisible, it will always leave traces in another person's life.

"I know," Chen Huan said, "but you have let go of these things, right? Didn't you?"

Chen Huan is right. Over the years, Jiang Xi has long felt no feeling about the malice that has been everywhere in the past.

Jiang Xi didn't say anything.

Chen Huan seemed to look into her eyes and felt a stubbornness: "You are competing with yourself."

Jiang Xi raised her eyelids to look at her.

Chen Huan took another sip of beer.

The two looked at each other for a while, Jiang Xi laughed first. She turned her head and laughed, turned back, and raised her chin to Chen Huan: "Continue."

Chen Huan: "Then let's talk about it for a long time and go straight to it. I just want to tell you that you have talent in painting, and of course I didn't say that you are not good at acting. You can develop everything you like. Don't punish yourself with other people's faults. I'm you..."

She tilted her head and thought about the words: "In some ways, I should be a fan. Although I am not interested in painting, many people could see your strength back then, and everyone knew that you could still draw it if you wanted to."

Jiang Xi seemed to be quiet all the time, and I don’t know if he had listened to the words or not.

Chen Huan did not give any face at all: "I think the person you can't draw is yourself."

Jiang Xi lowered her eyes slightly, and the delicate curved corners of her lips were particularly gentle under the night. She smiled faintly: "Yes?"

Chen Huan picked up the beer on the table again and delivered it to his mouth: "I just want to say, if you have anything to be afraid of, just go and fight it if you want to do it. At worst, you will be bleeding. If you can't draw it once, you will draw it a second time until it is drawn."

Jiang Xi looked up at her: "It's really good to be young."

Chen Huan touched her wine glass: "Yes, I think so."

"Okay, let's have a meal first." Jiang Xi said.

After dinner, the two of them took a walk back to the hotel. When they arrived at the door, Jiang Xi looked inside: " Stay here tonight?"

Chen Huan shook his head: "I made an appointment with the band's people tomorrow morning, and I won't come back this trip."

Jiang Xi smiled.

Chen Huan said: "It's nothing, let's go first."
To be continued...