"Since we are jealous of each other," Yi Liao said, "Why do you have to do such an extreme thing? You know, it's not easy for everyone to write."

"Writing!" Jin Yan's pupils suddenly shrank, and his breathing was rapid, and he said, "No, no, what you said just now just wanted to brainwash me, but we are still different... In calligraphy! You succeeded easily because of your grandfather!"

"It's easy?" Yi Lan asked lightly, his dark eyes blocking the light, "Do you really think... it's easy?"

Jin Yan subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but behind him was a table, and he had no choice but to retreat - Yi Lao's questioning could not answer, and he didn't even dare to look around the familiar classroom again.

304 The calligraphy study room was once laughed at by the people in their dormitory as Yi Liao's second nest. As soon as they entered school in their freshman year, they discovered that Yi Liao was a weird person who liked to fight desperately. As long as there was nothing else, he would always stay in the study room until the minute the dormitory closed before coming back. When he returned to the dormitory to continue to study at his desk, most of the time, the three of them fell asleep, and the desk lamp on his desk was still on. When everyone was 20 years old and was playing, he was as self-disciplined as a monster.

"I have been writing since I can remember. It's not because I want to succeed, but because I really have no other fun except writing." Yi Dao's left hand rubbed the rice paper, his voice was dull, "I told you before that so far, I have only two things that I can persist for a long time, one is writing, and the other I can tell you now, that is, I like that girl."

Before Jin Yan could speak, Yi Dao said in a tight voice: "When you sleep, I was practicing calligraphy, and when you play, I was practicing calligraphy, why do you think it's easy for me?"

——Why? Jin Yan was stunned when asked.

The study room fell into a long silence, and neither of them spoke again. I don’t know how long it took, but Yi Liao finally put down his pen and got up to leave.

Before he walked out of the classroom, he threw down a sentence and his voice was deep: "Go and surrender, it's better than being found."

Jin Yan sat in a daze. On the paper not far away, the pen and ink gradually dries, with only one line of words—

If you use the brush in your heart, if the mind is right, the brush will be upright, and the brush will be upright.

Jin Yan seemed to have been touched with electricity in an instant, and all the disguise finally collapsed. He buried his face in his palm and sobbed gently.

B is still the same B is, but he is no longer the same.

***

As the arsonist suddenly surrendered himself, the calligraphy exhibition fire case came to an end in a rash manner and almost came to an abrupt end. The public was still in a hurry, and the police station announced the closing of the case.

This made the press conference of "Protect our Yidao" slapped the dog food sharing session with great lethality in the face in every minute.

Life has returned to peace.

The previous lyrics from Su Yumian stood out among the many collections due to their delicate brushstrokes and unique emotional perspectives, and were eventually identified by the director as the theme song lyrics.

Time flies, and New Year's Day is here in a blink of an eye. Yi Liao fulfilled his promise and took Su Yumian home for dinner on New Year's Day. In addition to Yi Zhenyu and Zhou Qianxi who had met Su Yumian, even Yi Mingjie pushed back to work.

What was more surprising was that although the four of them walked out were all well-known figures, the decoration at home was very simple and the indoor area was not very large. From the outside, it was the most ordinary family in the community. It was true that hearing was false and seeing was true. The Yi family was not as extravagant as it was written in the report.

Yi Mingjie and Yi Lan talked in the living room. Zhou Qianxi cooked herself today, and Yi Zhenyu took out several large photo albums and pulled Su Yumian to look at the photos together.

Mr. Yi pointed to the little meat ball on the first page and said, "Here, this is Yi Jie's childhood."

"Huh?" Su Yumian leaned closer and took a look, "I can't tell, he was quite fat before."

"It's not just about being fat! It's also very ugly. Looking at the flesh on his face, his eyes are almost squeezed out. I really don't know how he grew up like this..."

Not far away, Yi Dao's expression was stagnant, and he finally endured it and didn't say anything.

Yi Zhenyu continued to flip through the album. The two-month-old Yi Liao took a photo in front of Su Yumian in her crotch-open pants. This was the first time she saw Yi Liao’s “little brother” and couldn’t help laughing.

Yi Liao's expression completely broke. He rushed over quickly and took away the album. There was a humiliating blush behind his ears: "Grandpa! Don't look at this book! And you, Su Yumian, why are you laughing at..."

"I laugh at you for being cute."

...

The first time her daughter-in-law saw her "little brother", she actually said she was cute? Yidao's mentality collapsed.

Yi Zhenyu picked up another album: "Then let's just do this one. Oh, here are photos of Yi Jie when he went to kindergarten."

"Chi..." As Mr. Yi pointed his hand, Su Yumian laughed again. In the photo, there were a bunch of children taking photos, only Yi Liao's face was painted with two amazing red glows, his mouth was red, and there was a small red dot on his forehead. Everyone should have taken such a look when they were young, but even Yi Liao could not escape. The key is that Xiao Yi Liao in the photo also cooperated to hold his cheeks with both hands and pose like flowers.

Looking back at the photos, there is also the look of Yijie wearing a small skirt and braiding.

"So you were once a big shot in women's clothing." Su Yumian said, "Don't say it, it's quite cute."

"...No, I can't read this book!" Yi Liao took away the album with a dark face and said to Mr. Yi in despair, "Is there no normal photos?"

"Is this abnormal?!" Mr. Yi angrily knocked his calf with a crutch, "Baby, I don't show this or that! What do you think you're going to see!"

"Talk," Yi Mingjie also got involved and pulled out one from the bottom of the album, "This is the album collection you have grown up. There should be no dark history here, right?"

Yi Dao's eyes lit up: "Just this one."

In the first photo, Yi Liao was holding a brush in his hand and ink was covered with all his face. He looked at the camera dullly, "Yao".

Yidao’s mood is complicated: Isn’t there any more handsome one? I used to be so happy to take pictures, so I looked back at the crematorium.

The more you look back, the bigger the Easy Talk is, the boy's tender and chubby face gradually fades away, and the outline of a young man appears. Most of the photos were taken secretly when he was writing, so the photos taken occasionally at school attract Su Yumian's attention.

"The school uniform of No. 1 Middle School!" Su Yumian pointed to the photo and asked, "When did this be taken?"

Yi Hang in the photo has short black hair, clean and refreshing, the zipper of the blue and white school uniform jacket is open, revealing the white shirt inside. He sat on the lawn with everyone, but kept looking to the left with his head hooked up.

Yi Liao said: "Senior High School Sports Meeting."

Su Yumian approached the photo and looked carefully: "What are you looking at? You look so focused."

Yi Lan answered the question irrelevantly, and asked Yi Zhenyu: "Grandpa, can you give me this photo?"

"Yes. But, what do you want it to do?"

Yi Liao took the photo out of the album, stared at the photo for a long time before laughing and said, "I like this photo."

From the second half of the semester of the second year to the third year of high school, it was the time when Su Yumian was not around. In addition, the boy didn't like to take photos when he grew up, so there were obviously fewer photos of Yijie singles. Most of the time, he wore a hat and was unwilling to look at the camera, and he also had a slight rebellious and domineering atmosphere.

The bottom page of this album is YiLang's high school graduation photo. Among the dense heads, Su Yumian saw him at a glance. The boy was as tall as a tree, and he rarely put his school uniform in a straight face, looking at the camera with a torch.

"Yi Lao, I think you are very lucky now." Su Yumian raised her gaze from the photo and looked at him with a clear look. "You are indeed lucky than most people to be raised to be such an excellent person."

Yi Liao's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at her thoughtfully.

Before I finished reading the album here, Zhou Qianxi was just having dinner there. Goddess Zhou was not very good at cooking. This time, she cooked a few dishes herself, and the rest were completed by the cooker.

Yi Liao usually talks very little at home, but today is a little different. He abnormally said a lot more than before. Although he just narrated some daily life in a plain way, everyone listened with relish.

When Zhou Qianxi asked him if the food was delicious, his light glanced at Su Yumian, as if he had thought of something, and then said, "It's delicious."

Zhou Qianxi suddenly became happy, her eyebrows and corners of her eyes were full of energy, as if she could see her style when she first debuted. Su Yumian was stunned. Is this the charm of a star?

Yi Liao was also a little stunned. He had never seen his mother so happy. Although the wrinkles on the corners of his mother's eyes were already obvious, it seemed like the first time he held his hand to go to the amusement park. Is it because my mother was too satisfied, or it was such a simple thing to make her family happy...

He suddenly remembered a saying that his grandfather had said to him before: No matter how big your mother is outside, she is now in front of you, she is just the most ordinary mother.

Yilan fell into deep thought.

After lunch, because he had something to do, he sat for a while and left.

After leaving the house, Yi Liao put the confusion in his mind aside and touched the photo in his pocket. Su Yumian's head came over to look at it and asked curiously: "Why do you have to want this one?"

"Don't you want to know what I'm looking at?" Yi Liao pointed to a blurry shadow on the far right of the photo. He could vaguely recognize that it was a ponytail head, but he couldn't see the face. "Don't you remember it yourself? You were here at that time."

"Ah, this is me?" Su Yumian almost saw through the photo.

"Yes." Yi Liao hugged her waist and smiled gently, "Fairy daughter-in-law, please accompany me to B-Generation."

"Hmm? It's time for school holidays today..."

"Several international friends asked me to meet at school." Yi Liao fastened his seat belt, stepped on the accelerator, and turned directly to B, "I'll meet them."

International friends have arrived. Su Yumian saw the figures of the two from a distance and vaguely felt familiar. Sure enough, when the other party turned around, she recognized them. Isn’t these the two foreigners she met on the day of the calligraphy exhibition!

The two international friends also recognized her and greeted her warmly: "Oh, it's you! We're meeting again!"

Yidao was very curious: "You know each other?"

"On the first day of the calligraphy exhibition, in front of Mr. Yi's works, this lady introduced you to us." The man in charge shook hands with him, "Hello, Mr. Yi Liao, I am Arthur of the British Museum."

Yilan invited the two of them to the office, cooked tea, and chatted while tasting.

"We are here this time to talk to you. Our museum intends to collect your works."

"Of course there is no problem." Yi Liao said gentlely, "If the words I wrote can be collected by your library, Chinese calligraphy art can take a step further into the world, and I am happy to cooperate. However, I am a little confused, why did you choose me?"

Arthur raised his eyebrows: "We got a general understanding before we came and were very interested in you. But to be honest, we have been thinking about it, and we looked at it conservatively for what happened a few days ago." He looked in the direction of Su Yumian and continued, "However, what the lady said to us in the exhibition hall and the video of the press conference touched me, and this touch prompted us to make this decision."

Arthur drank a sip of tea and showed an enjoyable expression. The British love for tea is not inferior to China. In the scent of tea, Arthur said seriously: "I am also a fan of Chinese calligraphy. I know that calligraphy can reflect a person's nature. Our research committee has carefully appreciated Mr. Yi's works and I believe you are an upright and kind person."

"Thank you for your approval."

"At the same time, we also think that such a young calligrapher is rare. You are both young and talented, and have a great influence in China, so we don't want to miss it."

Yi Liao's eyes bent and he nodded politely: "Then...there's a pleasant cooperation."

After discussing the collection, two foreigners were sent away. Su Yumian hurriedly gave him a bear hug: "Yi Zao, congratulations! Your handwriting is about to go abroad and go to the whole world!"

Yi Liao rubbed her hair pamperedly: "Your credit. What did you say to others that day?"

"I didn't say anything, I just praised you a few words." She rubbed her neck like a spoiled person. "It should have nothing to do with me. The main reason is that you write well, and they are already interested in your words."

"Why are you so good at talking?" Yi Liao gently scratched her nose.

Su Yumian smiled and said, "I'll just wipe my honey from my mouth."
Chapter completed!