Concubine Ye raised her hand and cupped his face and said seriously: "If it will never get better, then I will be your eyes, stay by your side for the rest of my life, tell you what I see, be a crutch in your hand, and accompany you to where you want to go." ”

"Really?"

"Really."

Listening to her soft words, Su Mohan's eyelashes trembled slightly: "Then I said it, I won't let you go..."

Concubine Ye kissed his lips lightly and said, "Although you can't see with your eyes, you can go and play the piano, you were playing the piano when I first saw you, and I didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing you." ”

Su Mohan couldn't help but think of what they looked like when they met for the first time, and none of them would have thought of it today.

Concubine Ye helped Su Mohan get up and went to the piano room, and then moved the things she painted, so he played the piano and she painted, which was very comfortable.

Because Su Mohan's piano level is very high, even if he can't see it, the pieces are as smooth as ever at his fingertips.

An afternoon flew by, and Su Mohan didn't seem to be so happy for a long time.

Since losing his sight, he seems to have finally discovered something that would make him not overwhelmed.

"Su Mohan, I drew a picture of you playing the piano, and I'll show it to you when your eyes are better." Concubine Ye put down her paintbrush and walked towards him.

"Hmm."

Concubine Ye helped him back into the wheelchair, and then pushed the wheelchair out: "I suddenly remembered whether I auctioned a few paintings of my mother before her death at the auction last time. ”

"Well, in the Library."

"Let's go there and have a look, and now that I think about it, I don't think I've really appreciated my mother's things."

"Well, go through the cloister on the second floor and go to the third room on the left."

Concubine Ye pushed Su Mohan's wheelchair and soon came to the Tibetan Museum, which was a bit like a medieval European imperial court, and the decoration style of ancient Europe was very shocking, with a simple and luxurious beauty.

As soon as she walked in, Concubine Ye was attracted by the paintings on the four walls, and there were countless paintings of various styles.

Concubine Ye easily found an oil painting of her mother in it, the painting is a one-legged girl wearing a ballet skirt and spinning on one foot, the girl's soft hair is meticulously combed, the warm sun shrouds a large area of the dance hall, the girl is intoxicated with her eyes closed, her long eyelashes leave two shadows on her face, and the curvature at the corner of her mouth inexplicably makes people feel sour and moved.

"Solo Dance in the Light and Shadow Series." Concubine Ye read the name of the painting softly, and then noticed that there was a long shadow at the girl's feet.

Concubine Ye was slightly stunned when she saw the shadow, because from the shadow, she couldn't even see that she was missing a leg, and the angle she chose made her like all the girls dancing ballet, like a beautiful swan.

Su Mohan searched for memories of this painting in his mind, and then said softly: "This series was painted by your mother after she fell ill, and it was highly praised internationally, and she seemed to have a different understanding of life at that time. ”

Concubine Ye stepped forward and took down the painting, stretched out her hand and gently stroked the girl's cheek, her expression was so intoxicated, as if she was struggling between darkness and light, there was both sadness and despair, and enthusiasm and hope for life.