He leaned on crutches and walked tremblingly towards the corner of the small kitchen.
Because there is no woman, Li Jian doesn't like to clean up. Usually some small farm work is done by the old Li Xun, but he is old and moves a little slowly. He can't clean up as well as young people, so the farm house is a bit messy.
, but it’s not that bad.
Li Xun came over with a paper ball in his hand. He unfolded it and introduced it to Di Yunshang one by one, "Sir, look, you are really similar to the person in this painting. It's a pity that this painting
The person above hasn’t drawn his mouth yet.”
Di Yunshang lowered his eyes and looked at it. This piece of paper was still the same piece of paper as last night. The difference was that last night, the paper only had the outline of the face and eyes, but today, there was a nose.
Sure enough, Li Xun would draw once he saw him. He would draw every day. All he wanted was to remember himself.
"Did you draw this this morning?" He pointed to the position of his nose.
Li Xun nodded with a smile, "Yes, this piece of paper I drew this morning has always stayed with me. I can't bear to throw it away. In fact, I also know that I have amnesia and my memory will only last for one day. Yesterday
Things that have happened and people I have met, once I pass the time, I will immediately forget them. When I start a new day, I can't remember anything. All I can do is draw.
Do you know, I can’t remember how many days I spent painting this painting, but I don’t know why, but I kept thinking about it, and I must paint this person’s appearance.
This is very important to me, and ah, I seem to have a special hobby."
"Like drawing circles?" Di Yunshang couldn't help but say this when he saw the large and small circles on the ground.
Li Xun smiled naively, "Well, I like drawing circles."
"Does Li Jian know that you drew these?" Lan Shengxue asked.
Li Xun looked a little decadent, "He doesn't know."
"You were worried that he would destroy your painting, so you hid it in that corner?" She pointed to the place where Li Xun had just gone to get the painting.
Li Xun was silent, obviously admitting it.
"Then do you know who Li Jian is?"
"My son."
Lan Shengxue sighed, "Sure enough, you can forget everything, but you can still remember that you have a son."
In his heart, Li Jian should be more important to him than life, so even though he only has one day's memory, he still firmly remembers Li Jian. Having such a father, for Li Jian,
It’s true that I don’t know how blessed I am in the midst of blessings.
"Then do you know why you want to draw me? Why do you like to draw circles?"
"I..." Li Xun paused, "Yes, why should I draw you? Why do I like to draw circles? Why?"
He was in a crazy state and kept talking to himself.
A helpless look flashed in Di Yunshang's eyes, "It seems that we can't get anything out of him by asking him this way."
Originally, when they heard Li Jian murmuring about asking Li Xun to hand over something last night, they were wondering whether Li Xun had hidden something that Li Jian and those people in the dark wanted to get, so today they took advantage of the opportunity.
I came to check the situation during the day, but to my surprise, I still found nothing.
"Bang--"
A loud noise tore through the air and shook the earth.
Di Yunshang and Lan Shengxue were alert and looked to the east, "What's the sound?"