She usually doesn't talk much and often likes to express herself through paintings.
Lin Yin was trusted by her, so she gave the painting to Lin Yin.
When Lin Yin received her paintings, the first thing she did was to make all the things in the paintings into real ones.
Lin Yin chose a nice one and went to the dressing room to change into it.
When she came out, Yuan Yi's eyes lit up.
"How about it?"
"nice."
Lin Yin also thought it was good.
Now their factory is short of a designer. Anyway, in Lin Yin's heart, that position belongs to Huang Hui.
After getting the clothes, Lin Yin wore them to school the next day.
The first time Huang Hui saw Lin Yin, her eyes seemed to be glued to her, staring at her straight.
Lin Yin walked over: "Does it look good?"
“…”
Huang Hui didn't say anything, just stared.
She took out the things she brought from her bag and placed them on Huang Hui's desk.
"This is my gift to you."
Huang Hui unfolded the clothes and saw the style of the clothes. Her pupils suddenly contracted and she suddenly hugged the clothes in her arms, holding them tightly without saying a word.
Lin Yin looked at her like this, said nothing, and just returned to her seat.
By noon, there were only Lin Yin and Huang Hui in the class.
Huang Hui struggled and hesitated for a long time. Seeing that she had an opportunity, she stood up, walked to Lin Yin, and spoke in a low voice.
"How... could you make the clothes I drew real?"
Lin Yin looked up and stared at her: "You like painting, and you also like designing clothes."
Huang Hui thought about it and nodded.
Lin Yin raised her lips: "And I am the one who can make your dream come true."
…
In the afternoon, after school, Lin Yin took Huang Hui to the factory in the county.
At this time, the factory has not yet closed for get off work and everyone is working hard.
Lin Yin led the way and went to the clothing production workshop first.
Huang Hui had never seen such a big scene before. She shrank her neck and kept looking around. Then she was taken to a place by Lin Yin.
Lin Yin took out all the dozen or so sets of clothes that were placed there and showed them to Huang Hui.
"These are the designs you gave me. I made them into reality without your permission."
Huang Hui stared at the clothes. The styles looked very familiar, and every stroke was drawn by her personally.
Lin Yin also made some clothes according to the colors she thought would look good.
Huang Hui held a piece of clothing and asked, "Are these all designed by me?"
"Of course." Lin Yin nodded: "Your design is very beautiful. You are the best designer I have ever seen at this age."
“…”
Huang Hui lowered her head and said with self-abasement, "But they all said I was idle, that I didn't study hard, and that I had no future in painting..."
No one praised her, no one supported her, and no one liked her paintings.
So over time, Huang Hui became silent, didn't like talking to others, and even less liked communicating with others.
She felt that no one would like her and no one would understand her.
She can only stay in her own world.
But now, Lin Yin suddenly appeared. She said that her paintings were beautiful, and she supported herself and even made her paintings into real objects.
She also said...that she was the best person of the same age she had ever met.
It’s like when Huang Hui was about to die of thirst in the desert, it was Lin Yin who handed her a glass of water, allowing her to see hope again.
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