When I first met her, it was winter.

The cold wind poured into the underground walking passage. She foolishly fiddled with her painting tools, her hands were so cold that they were red, but no one stopped.

At that time, I was taking the material for the most important work in my life, "Time is like a beggar wandering", to experience the life of a beggar, and to observe the various aspects of sentient beings.

The beauty of her may be happier than the most important work I created in my life.

I chose to help her and become her first and last customer because after that, she no longer did anything stupid and cute.

It was obviously very cold that day, but I felt that it was the warmest memory in my life.

I vaguely remember the interesting conversation between me and her at that time--

"Drawn?"

"Um."

“Can you see your work?”

"please."

"good."

"Thanks."

"Spain? You've been there."

"No, it's Switzerland."

"Good guy, it's pretty good, how about Switzerland?"

“I haven’t been there.”

"Well, then why did you draw Switzerland so much like Switzerland?"

"Don't you think this is Spain just now?"

"Okay, let's get to know me. My name is Ouhe, Euclid's Geometry. I am a wandering writer. I recently wanted to write a novel about the life of a beggar, so I came here to experience life every day, and then I found that the money I begged for was higher than my manuscript fee... What's your name, painter?"

"Don't call me a painter, I won't come here if I'm home."

"Okay, what's the name, painted?"

"Remember."

"Wang Anyi?"

"no."

"Li Anyi?"

"My name is An Yi, my surname is 'An', my name is 'Yi', my name is 'Yi', my name is 'An', my name is 'Ping', and my name is 'I'."

"This painting is good, I bought it."

"This one won't be sold!"

"Then what are you selling?"

"I'll draw the sketch now, and it can be completed in half an hour at the fastest."

"Yes, just draw a portrait of me. It would be even better if I could write some messages that match my identity as a writer. Actually, I envy you painters, including calligraphers, because you can paint in the street and show off your limelight, but I, a writer who crawls into the dog, can't move a table to write in the street..."

I am very satisfied with the ability to obtain the most precious sketch portrait of my life, with her perfect handwriting on it-

This spring is too cool, and the summer is particularly hurt.

Don't be upset this autumn, you'll be very panicked in winter.

This time is exactly what I miss.

This girl named "An Yi" has been left in my mind forever with her unparalleled talent, and this is just the tip of the iceberg of her talent.

She has also become the most important and popular character in my new book, and I still feel joy from the bottom of my heart for this.

At least she in the book will always belong to me.

This is enough.

Later on, she was really too dazzling. Not only did she achieve achievements in the field of commercial comics that others could not reach in her life, but she shocked the entire comics industry by her talent. She basically wandered in the genre she created, and in the field of traditional painting, she also achieved unprecedented achievements that were as good as never before.

She won all the important awards in the field of traditional painting. Later, with the assistance of Ping An Consortium, a new "An Yi Art Award" was established, which was divided into several categories. This award later became the most important award in the entire art world. Her name will always shine on the entire art world like a star.

Of course I am proud of her achievements in painting, but I also feel very sorry. She clearly has a superb talent in literature, but she is not determined to be here. I originally wanted to guide her to the path of literature and protect her. Later, I accepted a disciple named "Lin Qingnuo". She is An Yi's friend and also has extraordinary literary talent. I carefully cultivated her. She did not disappoint my expectations and eventually became one of the most outstanding literary masters of this era.

But I still feel very regretful in my heart, but later An Yi's "Dream of Red Mansions" made me fully understand that I am not qualified to be her teacher, and she doesn't need my escort, because her extraordinary talent can sweep away all those who are in the way.

In my later years, I was fortunate to be invited to participate in a world-class memory exhibition of the greatest contemporary painter, and many people admired the famous works such as "Starry Night", "Wedding in Dreams", and "World".

But in the corner where no one was watching a self-portrait of memorial without a name, saying that it was not signed, but there was a line of words written in the painting - Mona Lisa's smile.

I don’t know who Mona Lisa is, I only know that in this self-portrait of memorial, she smiled dreamily and mysteriously, as if she had hidden the secret of her life.

I have a premonition that this nameless self-portrait may become more and more famous as time goes by. Unfortunately, I am afraid I will never see that day, because I already feel that I have not had much time left.

I also met the man named "An Li" at the art exhibition. Yes, it was the person who wanted to make money to support him even though An Yi was so cold that his hands were red. His most brilliant career in his life was also based on An Yi's strong support for him.

To be honest, I was jealous of that man who could have a perfect sister like An Yi, but I have to admit that he did make An Yi happy all his life. Just like such a world-class art exhibition, without his support, it would be impossible to do it.

And I am just a writer.

I was a little tired, and when I returned home, I looked at the artistic paintings that An Yi painted for my work, and felt refreshed again.

When people get old, they can't help but recall.

I was also young and wrote many articles that made me feel ashamed of reading later. At that time, I gave myself a pseudonym called "Zuiwo Xiaoyiren". I also used it to write more than one million words of love letters to my first love, Wu Di, but we were not together in the end.

I was saddened by her for a long time, and even almost quit the literary world until I met An Yi.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep, and didn't want to wake up.

But I had a bad dream, a girl who liked to make trouble, traveled through time to get into my book and made all my works mess up. She even said that her surname was Zhao, which scared me so much that I woke up directly.

Probably, I can write for another ten years...

Because I happened to meet you.

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Huh... The book is finally finished, inexplicably melancholy, but it feels very perfect. Some people think it is very sudden and unfinished, but I feel that it is really meaningless to repeat it meaninglessly. Later, so many people said that I am water because I don’t have anything new to write. This is already irresponsible to readers. I will also write a finishing speech, telling the mental journey of this book, and at the same time thank all the book friends who subscribe and reward this book! Especially the cute masters!

If you have a treasure ball, you can become my fans and get the title of "so-called Yiren". Just search for "Drunk and Laughing Yiren" in the 515 great master's theory!
Chapter completed!