Shi Ling stayed in the Sunshine Garden community for two weekends. During this time, many residents of the community came to visit her, some to mourn Xinxin, some to thank her.

On Sunday morning, Shi Ling turned off the live broadcast, packed up and prepared to go back to school, when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

She opened the door and found a strange father and daughter.

The father was dressed simply and looked honest and simple, with a hint of gray in his black hair, giving him a slightly weathered look. His daughter, wearing a white down jacket painted with ink-wash bamboo branches, was holding a basket of eggs. Her eyes were dull and unfocused, her face expressionless.

Shi Ling felt that the father looked familiar, but she forgot where she had seen him.

Li Fugui smiled innocently when he saw Shi Ling. "Shi Ling, I'm Li Fugui, and I've come to thank you. These eggs are from my hometown. They make delicious tea eggs. Please accept them."

Li Zhining handed the basket forward.

Shi Ling was already used to the residents who often sent her vegetables and fruits, but her refrigerator was overflowing with food, and she knew by heart how to refuse. "Thank you, Uncle Li. I appreciate your kindness, but I won't accept these free-range eggs. I came to your community on someone's behalf, so you can take these eggs back."

Li Fugui refused, "That won't do. You've helped our family twice, how can we not show any appreciation?"

Shi Ling was puzzled: "Twice?"

Li Fugui nodded. "That's right. Doctor Tang Mingchu said that he was able to recover thanks to you. Our Zhining is still waiting for Doctor Tang to help with the eye surgery."

Shi Ling glanced at Li Zhining, whose eyes were dull, and a look of realization appeared on his face.

It turned out that this was the talented art student Su Xingwan often talked about, who had accidentally become blind.

Shi Ling asked, "How is Dr. Tang recovering now?"

Speaking of this, Li Fugui's eyes lit up. "I just went to see Dr. Tang last week. He has resumed seeing patients, but his hand hasn't fully recovered yet, so he can't perform surgery for the time being. But he said that Dr. Song can be arranged to perform the surgery on Zhining, and he will be there to provide guidance. Zhining will be able to regain her sight next month and be able to take the art exam next year."

"That's great. I wish you a speedy recovery." Shi Ling looked at Li Zhining.

Li Zhining turned to Shi Ling following the voice, and his originally distracted eyes seemed to focus for a moment when they met hers.

Shi Ling couldn't help but meet her eyes, as if looking into an abyss with no end in sight.

These eyes...

There was clearly no emotion at all, but why did it make her feel a little hurt?

With just one glance, Shi Ling knew that Li Zhining's eyes were probably incurable.

"Thanks."

Li Zhining handed her the basket of eggs, and Shi Ling subconsciously reached out to take it.

It was not until Li Fugui took Li Zhining away contentedly that Shi Ling came to her senses as she watched the ink-painted figure gradually walking away.

Shi Ling turned around and went back to the house to continue packing. When she was worrying about what to do with the basket of country eggs, she suddenly found that there was a piece of paper under the basket.

She opened the egg in confusion, pulled out the paper, unfolded it, and found it was a painting.

The painting looked like a steam train from an old movie, with most of the carriages blown apart by artillery fire. A girl in a white cheongsam was sitting by the window, with an elegant posture and a slender back.

She seemed to be in the storm, but also out of the water and fire.

Out of tune with everything around it, with a kind of indifferent yet compassionate divinity.