Xia Mian discussed with the fund director and Manager Hu for two days, and when they had basically finalized the "Angel Fund" fundraising and rescue plan, they suddenly received a call from Xiao Feng.
The child sobbed and cried, "Auntie, Brother Ye fainted..."
Xia Mian's face changed, "What's going on? Which hospital is it? Auntie will be there right away!"
She called Ning Shaobai along the way and confirmed the rescue process with the fund manager. When she arrived, she saw Han Juan sitting at the door of the intensive care unit with Xiao Feng in her arms, a worried look on her face, and Wei Yuanhang leaning against the wall with a frown on his face.
Xiao Feng's eyes turned red. Seeing Xia Mian running towards her with arms open, she said, "Auntie."
"It's okay," Xia Mian leaned over and hugged him, "Is your Uncle Ning here? We have to trust him."
Wei Yuanhang blamed himself, "I should have paid more attention. He has been working too hard these past two days."
Han Juan asked, "Maybe Qian Fa told him about the art exhibition."
They didn't know that Ye Anran had been listening to the whole thing behind the pillar and had been thinking about how to tell him about this matter.
After a while, Mother Ye came over with an anxious look on her face, followed by the little girl of seven or eight years old. She looked very different from the little beggar she looked that day. The clean-up girl was very delicate and beautiful. Xia Mian remembered that her name was An An.
"How is Anran?" Mother Ye looked calm, but her slightly trembling hands betrayed her.
"He's still being treated." Ning Shaobai came out of the ward. Xiao Feng ran over and hugged him, "Uncle Ning."
Ning Shaobai reached out to wipe the tears from his face and said softly, "Don't cry. Uncle has already contacted the best doctor to help Brother Ye."
Xiao Feng hugged his legs and rubbed them. Ning Shaobai said to Ye Mama and Xia Mian, "You two should follow me first."
Mother Ye glanced at An An worriedly. Xiao Feng said, "You go, Mother Ye. I will take good care of An An."
I thought An An would make a fuss, but she nodded calmly, completely different from the look that showed she was determined to follow me.
Mother Ye really couldn't take care of her anymore and followed Ning Shaobai into the doctor's office.
"He's severely overdrawn. He can't work any more and needs to rest and recuperate." Ning Shaobai said, "The hospital has already contacted Professor Ma, an authoritative expert. If the consultation is successful and he feels better after a month of rest, we can perform surgery on him."
Mother Ye's face was tense. She had prepared herself mentally. After all, Ye Anran's body was approaching the limit of life as the doctor said.
Hearing Ning Shaobai's words, Mother Ye did not relax either. She opened her mouth and said with trembling lips for a long time, "We can't afford the surgery..."
"Mother Ye," Xia Mian said gently, "I came here to tell you about this matter. We already have a plan."
"We will set up an Angel Charity Fund in three months to provide assistance to orphans with serious illnesses and disabilities. Ye Anran fully meets the requirements. When the time comes, you just need to fill out the application form and we will go through the process."
"So, you don't have to worry about the surgery fee."
Mother Ye's tense expression relaxed slightly. She seemed to want to say something, but her lips were trembling and she couldn't speak.
Xia Mian stroked her back and said, "I'm telling the truth. We can pay for all of Ye Anran's medical expenses. He can still be saved."
"Yes, there is hope..." Mother Ye finally uttered a hoarse voice, tears streaming down her face. Her mental fortification of being invulnerable was easily shattered by these words.
"He can still live, can't he?"
Xia Mian's eyes couldn't help but tear up when she saw her. Ning Shaobai said softly, "If the operation goes well, there is a certain chance of survival, although the lifespan may not be as long as that of ordinary people."
For Ye's mother, this was already a huge surprise.
She tried hard to say something, but in the end she could only cover her mouth tightly, but still couldn't stop the tears from bursting out...
After a long time, he choked up and said, "Thank you, thank you..."
When Mother Ye calmed down and everyone went out together, they found that the atmosphere outside was extremely sad.
Wei Yuanhang and Han Juan were both wiping their tears. Qian Fa had obviously rushed over after receiving the news. He was now curled up on the edge of a chair and crying. An Jie, who had no calves, was sitting next to them. He was dirty and it was obvious that he was being carried by Qian Fa to beg again.
The child held An An and cried silently, like two little animals keeping each other warm.
Xiao Feng pursed her lips and tears fell one by one. When she saw Xia Mian coming out, she immediately ran over, sobbing uncontrollably, "Auntie..."
Xia Mian leaned over and hugged him, stroking his back again and again, "Baby, what's wrong?"
"Brother Ye," the child sobbed, "Brother Ye left a suicide note..."
It turned out that Ye Anran knew that her body might not be able to hold on, so she wrote a suicide note in advance and gave it to An An for safekeeping. This is why An An insisted on following Ye's mother to the hospital.
We agreed that if anything happened to him, Qian Fa would be responsible.
Xia Mian took the "suicide note" from Qian Fa, who was crying and trembling.
"...Tell Mother Ye to give up treatment..." Xia Mian didn't know what it felt like to face his own death calmly, but the heart of the person watching was in a knot.
He seemed to be trying to lighten up and make his friend feel less sad:
"This way, my work can become a posthumous masterpiece, not only saving me medical expenses but also increasing its value. You're the best at making money, so you should understand..."
"...Please say thank you to Xiaofeng and my classmates at the Academy of Fine Arts for me. I'm sorry, I couldn't express it in person, so I can only say goodbye this way: Thank you. You've shown me that this world is actually very kind. I've been very happy these past few months."
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Xia Mian bit her lower lip but still couldn't stop the tears from flowing, "This damn kid..."
Wei Yuanhang and Han Juan kept wiping their tears. Wei Yuanhang said angrily, "I won't accept it. I won't accept anything except thanks in person!" He couldn't help crying and said, "I haven't apologized to him yet..."
Over there, Xiao Feng looked up at Ning Shaobai and said, "Uncle, is Brother Ye really going to die?"
Ning Shaobai embraced Xia Mian, leaned over and picked him up, wiped the tears from the child's face and said softly, "Who said that? Don't listen to their nonsense. Brother Ye still needs surgery."
Xia Mian wiped her tears and kicked Qian Fa, "Don't cry, this is just what he said, not what the doctor said."
"Stop arguing. Ye Anran needs to rest and prepare for surgery in a month."
Qian Fa was stunned and didn't react at all. However, Wei Yuanhang and Han Juan raised their heads and said in unison, "Really? Can he be saved?"
Xia Mian angrily shook the "suicide note" and said, "Of course, don't pay attention to this."
Wei Yuanhang thought of something, "Then the surgery fee..."
Xia Mian looked at him and said, "I'll need your help."
Wei Yuanhang asked hurriedly, "How can I help?"
"Finish your work." Xia Mian said, "I've already discussed this with Manager Hu. If you can gather all the works together, he will do his best to bid."
"If the bid is successful, their company will not take any commission from all the works sold in this exhibition, and all will be donated to serve as the original fund for the 'Angel Fund'."
"We specialize in helping orphans with serious illnesses and disabilities. Ye Anran's surgery can be paid for from here."
Xia Mian said solemnly, "So what you have to do is to create good works. The higher the value of the works, the higher the selling price, and the more original funds we will have."
"Oh, yes, you won't be paid for your work either. Please make this clear to your classmates in advance."
Wei Yuanhang said solemnly, "No problem!"
Han Juan was more attentive. "But the surgery is in a month. Even if the bid is successful, the exhibition will be in three months..."
Xia Mian looked at Ning Shaobai and said, "The hospital has a policy. Doctor Ning is willing to guarantee Ye Anran. The hospital will advance the surgery fee. As long as it is repaid within six months, it will be fine."
Xia Mian smiled and said, "So, the most important thing is still up to you."
"Please keep doing your best!"
"We definitely will!" Wei Yuanhang and Han Zhenzhen said in unison.
An An tugged at Qian Fa's hair, who was still in a state of panic, and said, "Don't cry, Brother An Ran's illness can be cured!"
Then he looked at An Jie and said, "You have to wash it quickly. If Brother An Ran sees you, he'll be angry again."
An Jie wiped his face carelessly, took out a handkerchief and said, "An An, please help me wet it."
Qian Fa raised his head at this time, looking at the relaxed expressions on everyone's faces and carefully confirming, "He, he can really be saved? Is what you said true?"
"Ye Anran is saved?!"
"Yes!" Wei Yuanhang pulled him up and said, "The surgery fee has been found!"
Speaking of the surgery fee, Wei Yuanhang said, "But we haven't figured out what theme he wants to express yet. Come on, take us to see his paintings. We have to hurry."
Ye Anran fainted before they had the chance to tell him about the exhibition, so naturally they didn't discuss his theme in detail. Now they had to understand it on their own.
However, Ye Anran obviously painted children from orphanages, so it would be a good idea to go there and take a look.
So, leaving Mother Ye in the hospital to wait for news, Qian Fa took Wei Yuanhang and the others and rushed to Xingxing Orphanage without stopping.
Xiao Feng naturally wanted to go too, and Xia Mian followed him.
Back at the orphanage, An Bai and the others were also filled with panic. Seeing Qian Fa, they all ran out, "Brother Qian Fa, Brother An Ran..."
After handing over the money to An Jie, he said happily, "It's okay, Brother An Ran is saved!"
The children were instantly delighted, "Really?"
Anjie nodded excitedly, "Really!"
Several children immediately rushed over excitedly and hugged him. Three-year-old An Xin didn't understand why, but seeing her brothers and sisters happy, she also pulled An Jie's hand and laughed.
Wei Yuanhang and Han Juan's eyes were red. They had only heard of these children, but were far less shocked than seeing them with their own eyes. While the healthy children were running, jumping and playing mischievously without restraint, they were confined in this small yard and could only comfort each other.
Qian Fa took them to his and Ye Anran's room, probably to make more space for Ye Anran to paint, so there was almost nothing in the room except a bunk bed and a table.
The space near the window is a little bigger, with an easel placed on it. On the small wooden shelf in the corner, there are a lot of paints and papers, which are the wages Ye Anran earned not long ago.
Qian Fa carefully took out Ye Anran's painting from the cloth bag hanging on the wall, placed it on the table and opened it.
He had three drawings in total, but only completed two: one was of a little boy riding on Hot Wheels, his innocent face full of joy, the prototype was the lame Anfei;
One shows a boy without calves freely picking stars in the vast universe. The prototype is Anjie, who has no legs.
The third picture is a line drawing, which should be a healthy An An. She is running in the dark quagmire, among the demons and monsters with their claws waving, with a bright and brave smile on her face.
There was also a picture of An Bai, which they had already seen at the art exhibition.
Wei Yuanhang and Han Juan took a deep breath to calm themselves, then carefully put the painting away.
Han Juan waved to the children outside the door and asked An Fei, "Do you know why your brother drew you like this?"
An Fei said naively, "Because I can sell the paintings for money."
Anjie said, "Because I want to pick stars."
Han Juan guessed, "So he wants to draw all their wishes?"
"A wonderful wish?"
Almost everyone thought so, but Xiao Feng shook his head and said, "No."
But she couldn't say anything. Xia Mian looked at his little hand holding her fingers and reminded Wei Yuanhang and the others, "It should be a sad theme."
An Bai, who had been listening to their conversation silently, suddenly said, "We were here before."
Everyone was stunned. Wei Yuanhang looked at Qian Fa, "What do you mean?"
Qian Fa was a thick-skinned man and didn't understand at all. An Bai turned around and led them out. When they passed the reception hall, they saw a beautiful landscape painting.
Han Juan asked, "Did your brother An Ran also draw this?"
An Bai nodded.
Han Juan said to Wei Yuanhang, "Why does it seem to me that he is better at landscape painting?"
An Bai said, "Well, Brother An Ran started out painting landscapes."
Wei Yuanhang sighed, "So you changed your drawing to characters just to fulfill your wishes?"
An Bai shook his head, "It's because of An Mu."
After she finished speaking, she lifted the curtain of a room. This room should be the children's activity room. It was a little more spacious. On the old wooden shelf beside the wall were some worn-out building blocks and dolls.
However, everyone's attention was soon attracted by the paintings on the wall.
Compared with the rough landscape paintings in the glass frames, this painting is well framed. It shows a wheat-skinned little boy lying in the thorn bush, with countless black air wrapped around his body, but he seems not to be afraid of anything. He closes his eyes peacefully and sleeps soundly.
Wei Yuanhang remembered that the little boy Qian Fa mentioned who was severely burned and died because of a corporate donation show was called An Mu.
An Bai looked up and said, "An Mu said he wanted to make friends, but he was too ugly. No one knew him except the children at home. He was afraid that we would forget him if he died."
"Brother An Ran painted this picture, saying that when he became a great painter, people would know An Mu and remember him forever..."
"Later, Brother Anran started to draw everyone..." She had grown up a little and looked up at them. "This way, even if we die one day, there will be people who remember us..."
It turns out that it wasn't to fulfill the children's good wishes, nor was it because of attachment, but because I wanted to speak for them:
Even if it is ugly, strange, unfortunate, or even if it doesn't stay in this world for long.
But they have all struggled with all their might to survive, they have bloomed happily in some inconspicuous corner, and they have been happy in thorns and darkness - we have been to this world.
Han Juan suddenly burst into tears.
"Fuck," Wei Yuanhang wiped his eyes and choked up, "I'll dedicate all my tears to him for the rest of my life!"
Xia Mian immediately looked at Xiao Feng, and sure enough, she saw the child staring at the painting with tears streaming down his face...
She squatted down and hugged him tightly, but she heard him suddenly cry, "But, no one draws Brother Ye..."
Han Juan burst into tears, "I will paint, I will remember him for the rest of my life..."
After leaving the orphanage, everyone knew exactly what they were going to do.
The first thing Han Juan did when she returned to school was to post a thread on the campus forum soliciting drawings:
She told the story of Ye Anran and Xingxing Orphanage in detail and explained the reason for this call for submissions.
Final statement:
“The theme of this work is [We’ve been to this world].”
"Although time is short and there is no compensation, we sincerely ask for help and hope to complete this exhibition, so that we can give a voice to those children who have been ignored and forgotten by us, and let people know that they have been here."
"—A request for help from an alumnus."
After she issued the statement, she went straight to the studio to concentrate on painting.
I didn't leave until the lights in the studio were about to be turned off, and I heard people discussing the topic of "We've Been Here" on the way.
When she returned to the dormitory and opened the door, her roommate hugged her and said, "Han Juan, we will definitely succeed!"
Han Juan realized something and turned her gaze to her roommate's computer. On the screen was a page from the campus forum. Her post had been pinned to the top by the administrator. In just two hours, it had reached nearly three hundred floors:
1L: I cried after reading the post. I have been inspired and I am waiting to collect the works.
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12L: I just recovered, but I have a feeling that this will be my most valuable work;
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23L: Within a month, right? Wait, I’ll start painting right away.
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46L: I always felt that what I was learning was of little value, but now I feel so lucky that I can do something;
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134L: As a lucky person who has all the limbs intact and can happily paint, I seem to have no reason not to paint;
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219L: For the first time, I had the idea that I must complete the homework. I will work hard, and Ye Anran should also work hard!
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298: As an alumnus, it is my duty to do so. Come on, Ye Anran!
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The floor was still growing rapidly, and Han Juan hugged her roommate and burst into tears...
Xiao Feng had just laid down on the bed that night when his cell phone rang. After answering the call, he quickly ran to Xia Mian's room and pulled her to Ning Shaobai's house.
Xia Mian thought something had happened, but he said he was going to attend the campus forum of the Capital Academy of Fine Arts.
Xia Mian dislikes the slow response of current computers and she rarely uses them, so there is no computer at home. If she wants to go online, she can only go to Ning Shaobai's house.
"Do you have an account?" Xia Mian knocked on Ning Shaobai's door. "This requires a school account."
Xiao Feng was stunned for a moment, then picked up the phone and called Sun Shuming, "Brother, can you let me use your account?"
Xia Mian looked at him, and suddenly she felt like her child had grown up unexpectedly. The little guy who could only rely on her suddenly gained the ability to help others.
While the computer was on, Sun Shuming sent his account and password. Ning Shaobai found the Capital Academy of Fine Arts forum and logged in. They immediately saw the popular post at the top.
Xiao Feng consciously crawled into Ning Shaobai's arms, and Xia Mian sat down on the chair next to them. The three of them looked at the post and gradually fell silent...
Xia Mian looked at Ning Shaobai and smiled, "There really will be a miracle, right?"
Ning Shaobai raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said with a smile, "Yes, I said that there are many people who are willing to share their luck with them."
Xia Mian reached out and hugged him, and Xiao Feng also turned around and leaned into his arms, crying and laughing, "Brother Ye is saved, right!"
Ning Shaobai held the two children, one large and one small, and touched them one by one with his big hands, saying softly, "Yes, because of you and everyone else, if we all work hard, there will be miracles."
After that, Xiao Feng took a month off and lived directly at Zhu Yuanhai's house. Chenchen would ride his bicycle there every day after school to give him extra lessons.
Mao Huizhu also came back. When Chenchen was tutoring Xiaofeng, she went to pick up scraps with Anan and the others, and helped the children in the orphanage to fight off the bad kids.
Once, when the skinny boy's parents wanted to cause trouble for Mama Ye, Xia Wenyue showed up at the orphanage's gate in her car and acted like a tyrannical mother. She pointed at the parents and yelled back, saying that if anyone dared to bully Mao Huizhu again, she would give them a hard time.
The skinny monkey's parents bullied the weak and feared the strong, so they dared not say a word. So Mao Huizhu became the amulet of Xingxing Orphanage.
Qian Fa stopped wandering around and meticulously cared for Ye Anran in the hospital every day. Ding Sijin, whom Xiao Feng had specifically asked for help, brought the leftover nutritional supplements his father's comrades had sent to his grandmother to the hospital. Every time he brought his grandmother to a checkup, he would make some chicken and fish soup...
The lights in the studios of the Capital Academy of Fine Arts are turned off later and later, but more and more studios are lit. One day, the school's Academic Affairs Office issued a notice that the teaching building of the Chinese Painting Academy will no longer be closed at night and the studios can be used all night.
A jury has been formed for the "We've Been to This World" theme call, with professors Zhu Yuanhai and Sun Shuming serving as judges. Students who have completed their work can submit it to the Academic Affairs Office of the Chinese Painting Academy for selection by the jury.
Everything is in good order and everyone is doing what they can.
A month later, Sun Shuming handed over 80 works to Wei Yuanhang and said with a smile, "Not bad, many people have done a great job."
Then he said to the students who were not selected, "If you don't draw well during normal times, it won't be of any use at the critical moment, right?"
Some people were upset, but most were very happy. Wei Yuanhang's eyes turned red as he smiled. Sun Shuming patted his shoulder and said with satisfaction, "Well done."
"You are all very good. The teachers are proud of you and the school is proud of you."
On the day of the bidding, Ye Anran was about to enter the operating room. Xiao Feng grabbed his hand and said, "Brother Ye, Uncle Hu said he will definitely succeed. You have to work hard too."
Ye Anran's eyes were clear and his expression was peaceful. He glanced at Wei Yuanhang, Han Juan, Xia Mian and finally landed on Xiao Feng. His lips moved and after a long while, he said in a low voice, "Thank you."
Wei Yuanhang laughed and said, "You are too insincere. I think you should at least paint a picture for me. I am not in a hurry. I can wait for ten or eight years."
Han Juan also smiled and said, "Well, I also prefer practical things. I want your painting, so don't break your promise."
Xiao Feng said, "Brother Ye, I drew you. My teacher said my drawing is very good. Can you come and see me at the exhibition?"
Ye Anran smiled softly, "Okay."
This was the first time everyone saw him smile. Han Juan also smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Ye Anran, my classmates at the Academy of Fine Arts told me to tell you to keep up the good work!"
As the nurse pushed him away, Xia Mian put her hand on his head and said, "I'll share some of my luck with you. All of us have tried our best, and you're the only one left. Don't hold us back."
Ye Anran narrowed her eyes, her gaze firm, and said softly, "Okay."
Ten hours later, Manager Hu rushed to the hospital and ran into Ye Anran coming out of the operating room.
Everyone ignored him at first and looked at the doctor nervously.
Professor Ma took off his mask and smiled gently, "I have lived up to your trust."
Everyone couldn't help but cheer, and Manager Hu said happily, "It seems I came at the right time..."
Everyone turned to him again. Although they had guessed the answer, they still couldn't help but want to confirm it. Manager Hu looked at everyone's expectant eyes and said, imitating Professor Ma's tone, "I will live up to your trust."
Wei Yuanhang suddenly picked up Xiao Feng and threw her up, cheering and laughing with Qian Fa.
The head nurse who passed by shouted at him, "Be quiet, this is a hospital!"
Wei Yuanhang and the others stuck out their tongues and cheered silently, and Xiao Feng also grinned.
"Brother Chenchen, I'm leaving first!" Xiao Feng was wearing a pair of overalls and looked a little formal.
Chenchen was dressed similarly and waved at him, "Okay, see you later."
Mao Huizhu also waved over there, "See you later."
Ning Shaobai's car drove out first. Xiao Feng ran over and consciously helped Xia Mian open the back door. After Xia Mian got in, he climbed in and said happily, "Let's go!"
Ning Shaobai laughed, "So happy?"
Xiao Feng was still swaying from side to side like she did when she was little, bubbling with joy, and nodded vigorously, "Yeah."
When the car arrived at the hospital, Ye's mother and Ye Anran were already waiting at the door.
Xia Mian looked at Ye Anran's condition and smiled, "Looks good."
His operation was indeed successful. He was transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward half a month ago. He also slowly completed the drawing based on An An, which will be exhibited at the exhibition today.
Ye Anran had a faint smile on his face, completely different from the cold and gloomy boy he used to be.
Mother Ye said happily, "The doctor said that I can be discharged after another week of observation."
Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes when he heard that.
When the group arrived at the gallery, Wei Yuanhang and his group were already there. Seeing Xiaofeng and Ye Anran getting out of the car, they waved excitedly, "Junior Master, Ye Anran, this way!"
Xia Mian looked in the direction of the sound and saw a dozen students from the Academy of Fine Arts standing in the square in front of the gallery, looking at the two children with smiles on their faces.
Xiao Feng took Ye Anran's hand and walked over slowly. As soon as they met up, they heard Qian Fa's excited voice again, "Anran!"
This was followed by a series of crisp "Brother Anran".
When everyone turned around, they saw the children from the Xingxing Orphanage getting out of a car one after another. Chenchen stood by the car door like a gentleman, supporting them.
Qian Fa pushed Anjie's wheelchair, and the other children followed him timidly. The students from the Academy of Fine Arts stepped forward, shielded the strange looks with their bodies, and talked to them.
After all the children got off the bus, Chenchen ran over and Xiaofeng hugged him happily.
When Ning Shaobai and Zhou Xuewen parked the car and came back, the group of people over there were almost busy. Everyone was about to go in when they heard a clear and loud voice saying, "Xiao Feng, Chenchen, wait for me!"
He called the person over again.
Xiao Feng and Chen Chen turned around and saw Mao Huizhu jumping out of the car and running straight towards them, greeting An An, An Bai and the others.
Xia Mian looked at Mao Huimei, whose belly was slightly protruding, in surprise, "Sister Huimei, why are you here too?"
Xia Wenyue said, "Just joining in the fun. Ever since I got pregnant, I've become like a child myself."
Fang Yongpeng, who was supporting Mao Huimei, said with a smile, "Mom, Huimei, walk more to make you feel more comfortable."
Xia Wenyue looked at Mao Zhishan and smiled, "See? I can't say a word now!"
Mao Huimei's face was filled with a happy smile. "After all, this is the first time our Xiaofeng's work has been exhibited, so of course we have to come and show our support."
Mao Huilan came over and took Xia Mian's arm and said, "Sister Mian, everyone in our school heard that the students from the Capital Academy of Fine Arts did something great. They were so moved that they cried their eyes out. Our Chinese department even wrote a poem for them."
Xia Mian laughed heartily and said, looking at the students playing in front of him, "Yeah, they're all quite amazing."
The people who were chatting and laughing were stunned after entering the gallery. In fact, Xia Wenyue and the Mao sisters had originally come only for Xiaofeng and Xia Mian, but when they saw the works in front of them, they were suddenly speechless.
The original plan was to hang fifty paintings, but in the end more than eighty works were collected. Manager Hu then rearranged the exhibition hall and hung all of them. After all, every extra painting meant a donation.
As a top exhibition planner, Manager Hu's level is very good. The compact layout does not make people uncomfortable, but rather gives them a different feeling.
For example, at the entrance, everyone standing here feels as if they are surrounded by children with disabilities such as albinism, cleft lip, and lameness. However, the innocent smiling faces of the children flying with wings spread, smiling like flowers, and running happily in the paintings make people feel: as long as they are well cared for, they can also be a unique landscape in the world.
Mao Huimei, who is about to become a mother, seemed very touched. She touched her belly unconsciously and said, "This art exhibition is good."
Going further in, there are also realistic works that are equally shocking:
An athlete with a gold medal in his mouth but no arms, a strong swimmer without legs, an albino model with a white body...
It seems to be telling people that God closes a door, but at the same time opens a window. Their perseverance, optimism and courage tell the world: We have been here, and we live a wonderful life!
This special thing actually adds a different color to the world.
As they walked in, they soon met students from the Academy of Fine Arts. Xia Mian saw Xiao Feng, Chen Chen, Mao Huizhu, An An and a group of other children, all looking up at a painting on the wall.
Not only them, many people stopped here with moved faces.
It was a fantasy painting similar in style to Ye Anran's: a frail boy bound by iron chains, his body stained with blood, struggling forward on a road full of thorns and mud;
However, wherever he passed, the grass and trees swayed, butterflies fluttered, and flowers bloomed...
There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were looking firmly ahead. There was a warm and brilliant prosperity there, as if it was opening its arms to welcome his arrival.
Zhu Yuanhai personally wrote the inscription: [May the places you pass by shine brightly; may the remaining years be treated with tenderness; the world knows that you have been here]
Xia Mian looked at the painting and suddenly felt that she was not without aesthetic taste. The rich warmth and tenderness that almost overflowed made her chest feel full and her nose sore, but she couldn't help but smile knowingly.
Ye Anran looked down at Xiao Feng. Xiao Feng shook his hand and smiled warmly, "Brother Ye."
Ye Anran smiled, tears welling in her eyes, "Yeah."
Xia Wenyue suddenly said, "I want this painting."
Her words seemed to remind everyone of something. The crowd, which had been silent just now, suddenly became agitated, and some people went straight to the place where the works were sold.
Xia Wenyue was stunned for a moment, then looked at Xiaofeng, "You drew this, why don't you give me a backdoor?"
Xiao Feng came towards her with a smile, rubbed her waist and said, "Manager Hu is in charge of selling this."
Xia Wenyue said depressedly, "I miscalculated. I shouldn't have said it directly just now. I thought I could have priority for Xiaofeng's painting."
Everyone laughed.
Xia Mian actually wanted to buy it, but seeing that there were many people walking over there, he was afraid that it had been reserved. After all, there was a first-come, first-served basis.
She sighed with some regret. Ning Shaobai seemed to know what she was thinking and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, this painting will probably be put up for auction."
Xia Mian looked at him in surprise. Ning Shaobai said, "Manager Hu is not a simple person."
If that's the case, Xia Mian won't worry. In a competition of financial resources, Dr. Ning won't lose.
Sure enough, when everyone was shopping for the whole morning and were about to go for lunch, they ran into Manager Hu who came out in a hurry.
Wei Yuanhang and the others greeted him warmly, "Manager Hu, what are you busy with?"
"How are our works selling? Is anyone buying them?"
Manager Hu couldn't suppress a smile on his face. "A few pieces have already been reserved. There are still a few pieces that are too popular, so we will hold a mini-auction."
He looked at Xiao Feng and smiled, "Especially the painting of your junior master, many people like it."
He gave Xiao Feng a thumbs-up and said, "Someone is already willing to pay 100,000 to buy it."
Everyone was stunned. An Fei asked innocently, "Is it a lot of money?"
An Bai nodded vigorously, "It's enough to pay for Brother An Ran's surgery..."
Wei Yuanhang suddenly picked up Xiao Feng and threw him up, "Wow, long live Junior Master!"
"How come you are so awesome!"
Several other students reacted and cheered, and came forward, working together to throw the child into the air.
Xiao Feng was a little scared at first, but soon he started giggling, especially when he was flying. He closed his eyes to greet the sunlight, which was a feeling he liked.
Chenchen suddenly said to Mao Huizhu, "We made a lot of money from our investment."
He turned to Zhou Xuewen and said, "Right, Dad."
Zhou Xuewen lowered his head and touched his head, saying gently, "Yes, baby, you have a great vision. You will never lose money on this investment."
The child didn't understand the deeper meaning of what the adults said. Chenchen said to Mao Huizhu, "But your proportion is too small, there won't be much left."
Mao Huizhu suddenly felt that she had lost a lot of money, "Dad, you should give me all the salary!"
Chenchen laughed at her, "It's too late to get paid. Who told you to spend money recklessly? Anyway, you invested the least and the return is not much."
What Mao Huizhu could not tolerate most in her life was the least, the worst, and the worst. She was not convinced and started arguing with Chenchen.
Gradually, they started to fight. As a result, Chenchen grew up and had his own principles. He said, "A good man doesn't fight with a woman!" and ran away.
Mao Huizhu was furious and said to An An, "An An, help me catch him!"
Chenchen ran to Anjie who was sitting in a wheelchair, used him as a shield, and pushed the wheelchair away. Anfei also followed quickly holding Anxin's hand.
Mao Huizhu was furious, "Sister An Bai, come and help me too, I don't believe we can't catch him!"
The children were making a fuss in the small square in front of the gallery. After seeing the exhibition, they felt courageous. Even if they were different from others, they were still special and could live a wonderful life.
Other people who also viewed the exhibition felt tender in their hearts: as long as they are well cared for, these unique children can also blossom into a style that attracts the attention of the world.
So they ran happily in the sunshine without restraint, and people passing by looked at them with smiles.
Xia Mian leaned to the side, "Doctor Ning."
"Yeah." Ning Shaobai naturally raised his hand and put his arm around her shoulders.
Xia Mian leaned in his arms, turned her head to look into his deep eyes, and smiled brightly, "It's great to be in this world."
Ning Shaobai paused, looked at her steadily, and couldn't help but kiss her forehead. He said softly, "Well, thank you for coming into this world."
The author has something to say: The main text is officially finished! ! ! !
Pipixia's sweet post-marriage, the grumpy teacher's daily life;
The children's lives after they grow up are all in the extra chapters. If you have anything you want to see, please leave a message. I will write everything I can. Let's continue the transaction, hahahaha.
Rest tomorrow
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