Chapter 129
There is no rain or wind today, and the sky is clear.
Shen Yizhi went to the exhibition hall first.
All the processes of the exhibition went very smoothly, and Cheng Zhuhan's help was indispensable.
Shen Yizhi originally planned to treat her to a big meal.
But when Cheng Zhuhan found out that she was in the painting "Endless Reverie", she refused righteously and said it with a clear bottom line.
"I'm already flattered to have my painting featured in Ocean, so there's no need to treat me to a fancy meal. When you win an award and step onto a bigger stage with this painting, it won't be too late to treat me later!"
Shen Yizhi laughed, "I haven't even started yet, and you're so confident that I'll win the award?"
It’s not that she hasn’t had award-winning works before, it’s just that that’s her area of expertise.
The original intention of painting "Endless Fantasy" was not to win an award, so naturally I never thought about it.
Cheng Zhuhan clenched her fist and made a cheering gesture to her, "I believe in you!"
Shen Yizhi chuckled and couldn't help laughing, "Okay, I will definitely live up to your expectations. I will take this painting to a higher stage!"
Cheng Zhuhan suddenly thought of something, "Oh right, because of your exhibition, more people are looking for me to collaborate with you. I have to thank you for that."
She inquired about it later and found out that it was Shen Yizhi who recommended her to those people, making her become popular in the circle overnight.
Shen Yizhi smiled calmly: "This is what you deserve."
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Hezhuo Capital.
Doctor Wu was a little excited about the sudden summons today.
He had a strong intuition that President Pei's condition would definitely improve this time.
There was no sign of recovery over the years, and he almost lost his white robe.
Follow Secretary Qin and take the elevator to the top floor.
Doctor Wu couldn't help but ask, "Is Miss Shen here too?"
Secretary Qin tilted his head and gave him a polite smile: "I'm sorry, I can't disclose Mr. Pei's personal issues."
Doctor Wu: “…”
He gritted his teeth: "This Miss Shen is so nice, why do you speak to her like this?"
After all, they have worked together for so many years. Even if they haven't shared the good times, they have shared the bad times.
Secretary Qin glanced at him and said, "This is called understanding the situation. What do you understand?"
The person that President Pei cares about is more important than the sky and must be carefully protected.
Doctor Wu scratched his head. How could someone who usually buried himself in medical books understand these things?
The elevator reaches the top floor.
Secretary Qin knocked on the door and only pushed it open after receiving a response from inside.
Doctor Wu followed closely behind and saw two people sitting at the coffee table in the office as soon as he entered.
At lunch time, Pei Yanhe sat on the sofa, slightly hunched over. He must have finished his meal. He stared at the girl beside him without blinking, and made a few words of control from time to time.
Shen Yizhi, who was always slow at eating, frowned and sometimes protested, but was still forced to eat reluctantly.
The picture is quite warm and peaceful.
Hearing the noise, Shen Yizhi puffed up his cheeks and looked up, mumbling, "Doctor Wu is here."
Pei Yanhe reminded: "Swallow your food before talking."
Shen Yizhi glared at him sideways, slowly finished chewing the food in his mouth, and said dissatisfiedly: "Pei Shanshan, don't talk while eating and don't talk while sleeping, do you know!"
Pei Yanhe pulled his lip meaningfully at her and said, "I don't know. Eat your vegetables, and don't be picky."
Shen Yizhi has been a very picky eater since she was a child. She is not just picky. She is picky about everything from the chef to the cooking time, and from the cooking time to the freshness of the dishes. When she was a child, eating made Ms. Tan Huiya spend a lot of time and effort.
Now, the one who is worried has become Pei Yanhe.
After finally finishing the meal, we got down to business.
There is a lounge in the president's office cubicle.
Pei Yanhe lay flat on the bed, his eyes lightly closed, his brows furrowed, and beads of sweat kept appearing on his forehead.
Has entered a hypnotic state.
Shen Yizhi sat on the edge of the bed, her hand tightly grasped by him, and she could feel the force tightening little by little.
Her heart also twisted violently.
At this moment, she could do nothing but stay with him and gently pat the back of his hand.
Although the soothing effect is almost non-existent.
In the dead air, the sound of clocks ticking could be heard rhythmically.
Doctor Wu stood aside, guiding the comatose Pei Yanhe, sentence after sentence, into the scene he dared not face.
On a rainy night, inside the car, there were honking horns, the smell of blood, and... a cold, slender hand tightly holding his.
The temperature gradually dissipated and my hands began to fall weakly.
Pei Yanhe wanted to hold it, but the human life was like blood in the rain and fog, slipping through his fingers.
Can't hold it or hold it tightly.
He hurriedly held her hands in his hands, and his childish voice overlapped with a mature and low voice: "Mom."
It was obvious that the grip was getting tighter. Shen Yizhi bit her lip and endured it, not daring to breathe.
The faint, almost undetectable sound drifted to my ears on the wind.
Shen Yizhi's eyes couldn't help but turn red.
She didn't really have much of an impression of Aunt Wen, except for the fact that she loved to cling to her when they were little. Wen Xu was a pianist, a very gentle and strong person, who spoke softly to everyone in the compound, a gentleness that ran deep in her bones.
Dr. Wu guided her, "Now listen carefully. What did your mother say to you? Or is there anything you want to say to her?"
"Mom, what should I do?" Little Pei Yanhe almost begged: "How can I help you? What do I have to do to make you stay?"
Wen Xu's face was almost deathly pale, and her breathing was almost silent. She smiled and said, "Yan He, Mom is fine, don't cry."
"It's all my fault, it's all my fault!"
"If you hadn't come to pick me up, would you have stayed alive?"
Pei Yanhe suddenly calmed down, as if realizing something. He looked calmly at the smiling woman in front of him, "Yes, Mom, I killed you."
"I killed my own mother."
"I am a sinner."
"……sorry."
"Would you please not leave?"
He blamed himself again and again, wishing he could tear this broken rainy night apart.
"Yan He." Wen Xu looked at him with a smile. Suddenly, she felt stronger. She reached out and touched his cheek and outline. "You've grown up. Mommy almost doesn't recognize you."
A tear rolled down Pei Yanhe's eyes and his shoulders trembled slightly.
Wen Xu wiped away the teardrop, leaving only a shallow tear mark.
The passing of a loved one is like these tear marks, leaving behind only damp, indelible traces that are deeply engraved in the hearts of future generations.
She looked at his face for a long time, as if she wanted to memorize it in her mind, describing it over and over again.
"It's not your fault that Mom died. Don't blame yourself. Mom doesn't blame you. Mom only blames herself for not spending enough time with you, forcing you to walk such a long way with your dad."
The rain was still falling, and then it seemed to have stopped, and the sound of horns on the congested highway gradually became quieter.
Everything around me started to fall down and my vision became blurry.
Pei Yanhe vaguely sensed something and held her hand tighter.
But this time, even the icy temperature couldn't be felt.
Her hands were as light as feathers and could be blown away by a gust of wind.
Pei Yanhe felt powerless. The scene was upside down, like a puzzle being taken apart piece by piece.
He tried desperately to grab his mother's hand, but it was all in vain.
Wen Xu smiled at him and shook her head gently, "Yan He, there are people waiting for you on the road ahead, don't stop here."
"You just have to remember."
"Mom, I love you forever."
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