Gu Xiaoai gritted her teeth and drew with a brush on the paper, without even noticing that the color of the brush had faded.
"Sister?" Ye Jiahe's stunned voice came from the door of the room. He put on a white coat and walked to her table.
Gu Xiaoai hasn't been to him for a while.
Gu Xiaoai acted as if he hadn't heard anything and was minding his own painting.
This is what Ye Jiahe taught her. Drawing and writing calligraphy can calm her mind and calm her heart...
But no matter how she painted, she couldn't calm down and wave away Len's childish cries from her ears...
Ye Jiahe looked down at the paper crumpled by Gu Xiaoai on the floor, sat opposite her, and said in a gentle tone to the music of the music box, "Imagine you are in a prairie now, with blue sky, white clouds, and vast green grass..."
Hearing this, Gu Xiaoai closed her eyes and listened quietly to Ye Jiahe's voice.
"The wind was very quiet, and the sun fell on the grass and brightened the dewdrops..." Ye Jiahe looked at her thin face and continued, "There are many cattle and sheep on the grassland, and you... where are you?"
Gu Xiaoai opened her eyes and started drawing on the paper.
Ye Jiahe stood up and walked aside, lit the calming essential oil, and changed the lighting in the office to softer wall lamps.
Gu Xiaoai was sitting at the table drawing attentively, sketching strokes on the paper, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, with serious eyebrows.
…
After a long time, Gu Xiaoai put the pen aside.
Ye Jiahe picked up the painting with still wet ink. It was only black and white, without any other colors.
And when he said it, he deliberately emphasized three colors. Obviously, there was no color in her subconscious...
"It seems like you haven't been like this for a long time since you adopted Len."
Ye Jiahe said in the tone of a professional psychologist.
"Len was taken back." Gu Xiaoai said, her voice a little dry, "He was taken back by force. I watched him being taken away in front of me, but I couldn't stop him."
"What?" Ye Jiahe's eyes widened in astonishment, then he coughed lightly and returned the topic to her painting, "Is the shepherd Li Juefeng?"
…
Ye Jiahe pointed to a shepherd in the painting who was far away from the cattle and sheep. It seemed that no matter how hard he rode on horseback, he couldn't reach the cattle and sheep in time.
Gu Xiaoai was silent.
"You are expecting Li Juefeng to rescue you from the quagmire like a divine soldier descending from the sky." Ye Jiahe said, "But you know clearly that he is far away from your world."
So, her own figure is in the lower left corner, and the shepherd is in the upper right corner.
And between the two of them... there were cattle and sheep that were widely scattered, obviously unable to graze together.
This is exactly what his sister is facing now.
The music from the music box flows quietly.
"Sister, life is a process of getting together and parting." Ye Jiahe put the drawing paper aside, his young face full of sunshine and vitality, "You and Len have been together for more than ten days. This is an encounter worth remembering and collecting.
It’s time to push for more.”
Ye Jiahe has entered the mode of a psychiatrist, and Gu Xiaoai is a quiet patient.
"Len is not your biological child. He has his own family and his own parents. He should indeed grow up beside his parents." Ye Jiahe said, "This is normal."
"He is autistic due to factors in his family environment. I don't worry that he will go back like this." Gu Xiaoai said.
"If there was no autism, would you frankly return Len to his relatives?" Ye Jiahe asked.