The young boy raised his left hand and gently wiped away Su Beibei's tears with his thumb. He opened his lips, perhaps wanting to say something, but his mouth moved for a long time before finally closing.
Su Beibei felt desperate.
She hugged the boy's thin body tightly and burst into tears. "Neil, Mommy begs you to talk, okay?"
Su Beibei pinched the boy's shoulder and shook him for a while. He felt dizzy, but did not show it. Finally, Li Ao just patted Su Beibei's shoulder.
When the mother and son returned home, Su Beibei saw the eerie, dark image of a coffin on the drawing board. Unable to bear looking at it any longer, she turned and walked towards the kitchen. She said to the boy, "Would you like some eggs boiled in glutinous rice wine?"
The glutinous rice wine was sent to Su Beibei by her aunt. After she lost Li Ao, Su Beibei fired her. Feeling guilty, her aunt continued to send gifts to Su Beibei and her son over the years.
Li Aoliang tore up the painting. He didn't hear any voice and realized that Su Beibei was waiting for his reply. Then he turned around and nodded to Su Beibei.
After drinking a bowl of hot glutinous rice wine, the boy went to sleep. He lay on the bed, listening to Su Beibei reading to him with his eyes open.
Just like when he was a child, Li Ao likes to listen to Su Beibei telling the stories she wrote.
Three years ago, Su Beibei restarted her writing career as a screenwriter. She participated in the production of two very famous films. One of the dramas won the Golden Globe Award for Best Picture, the female lead won the Best Actress Award, and her script also won the Best Original Screenplay Award.
Su Beibei has now become one of the well-known screenwriters.
Her career is developing well, but her love life is still blank. She seems to have no interest in love. In this world, Su Beibei loves only two things: one is her son, and the other is scriptwriting.
After reading the story for more than 20 minutes, Su Beibei noticed that Li Ao had closed his eyes. Su Beibei closed the script, bent down and kissed Li Ao's forehead, then left the room.
After a long while, Li Ao opened his eyes and stared at the silent night in a daze.
...
At the age of sixteen, Li Ao registered online for the world's highest art award - the Alexander Lucci Painting Competition.
He sent out his original work, "The Wrestler."
The painting "The Wrestler" depicts a woman falling in the snow, but strangely, the woman is wearing a down jacket, but underneath the jacket is a skeleton.
The style of "Dalmatians" is weird, creepy, desperate and lonely.
But no one can deny how outstanding the painter's creativity and imagination are. The reason why Li Ao only won a silver medal instead of a gold medal is because the chief judge believed that his painting revealed an anti-social cruelty and should not be selected for the gold medal.
Some deny it, others affirm it. After winning the Alexander Lucci Silver Medal for Painting, "The Wrestler" was purchased by a Japanese collector for a whopping $1.5 million.
The sixteen-year-old Chinese boy Li Li became famous overnight and became the youngest talented painter in the world.
Several well-known media outlets called Su Beibei, hoping to interview Li Ao, but were all rejected by her. After hanging up the phone, Su Beibei stared at the young man sitting in front of the easel. She walked over to him and sat down.
Seeing the boy staring at the drawing board in a daze, not even starting to paint, Su Beibei asked, "Why is 'Wrestler' a skeleton?"
Su Beibei knew that "Dangal" was inspired by her, but she didn't understand why in Li Ao's eyes, she would die like a skeleton!
Li Ao tilted his head to look at his mother. He pondered for a moment before picking up a pencil and writing on the easel: [Mom, I can't forget the look you gave me that night.]
Su Beibei asked in surprise: "What kind of look do I have?"
Li Ao looked at Su Beibei.
The look that appeared in Su Beibei's eyes that night has never appeared again in these years, but Li Ao can't forget it.
He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, an expression that showed he was feeling uneasy.
Su Beibei was a little nervous. She told Li Ao, "Neil, talk to Mom, okay? If you don't tell me, I'll be very worried."
Li Ao picked up the pen again and wrote on the easel: [The way you look at me is full of despair, making me feel that no one in this world still has hope for me. Even my mother has given up on me.]
After writing this line, Li Ao lowered his head, and his right hand holding the pen was shaking slightly.
Su Beibei was shocked!
That night she fell and was in great pain. Li Ao came out to pick her up with an umbrella. She wished Li Ao could say a caring word to her, even if it was just a simple sentence -
Does it hurt?
But Li Ao said nothing.
At that moment, Su Beibei felt desperate.
But she didn't expect that the feeling of despair only lasted for a few seconds in her heart before it was captured by Li Ao.
"Neil." Su Beibei touched Li Ao's slightly long black hair, feeling extremely guilty. She said, "Neil, Mom admits that I was indeed desperate for you that night."
Li Ao looked up at his mother, his eyes filled with fear.
Is mom desperate about herself?
Will his mother abandon him then?
Su Beibei saw the emotions and content in Li Ao's eyes, and she just felt heartbroken.
She rested her head against Li Ao's forehead and said to him, "But Neil, you are also my pride. I don't expect you to be outstanding. Whether you are a talented painter or an ordinary child, you will always be my pride."
"Neil, Mom is just too greedy. When you were thin, Mom hoped you could be fatter. When you were short, Mom hoped you could be taller. When you finally dared to look people in the eye, Mom hoped you could make a few more friends. So when you are getting better and better and gradually get rid of the shadow of your childhood, Mom greedily hopes you can speak again."
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