At this moment, An Yi didn't know whether she was or was herself or not.

She only knew that time seemed to go back to the past at this moment—

She has been a child who loves painting since she was a child, and her talent in painting is also outstanding. Her personality is very quiet. No matter when and where, as long as she has a brush in her hand, she can paint happily all day.

Although her family is not rich, her parents and her brother An Li, who is seven years older than her, both supported her development in painting. For this reason, her brother, who had extremely academic performance, could have paid a school fee to go to a key high school in Changling, a third-tier city, but did not go to her, but invested the money on her.

Professional painting is indeed an extremely expensive thing, and it is particularly burdened for this working-class family.

It was originally possible to grit my teeth and support it, until last year, her parents died in a car accident...

At that time, my brother, who was already a sophomore, wanted to drop out of school and work and assumed the responsibility of supporting her sister, including continuing to support her dream of painting.

But An Yi tore the painting he had just drawn to pieces in front of his brother, and then sealed all the painting tools. He just pursed his lips and stared at his brother with big eyes filled with mist, saying one by one, one by one, "I don't want to draw anymore."

At that time, she had just entered the city's best key middle school, Changling No. 1 High School, as an art student.

In the end, his brother Anli did not drop out of school. He worked harder in his program major, and worked as a waiter, cashier, and tutor in his spare time. Then he came back every day to take care of his sister, cook for her, and do housework... He could only use this method to reduce his self-blame in his heart.

Why did my sister give up her favorite painting? Of course it was because of his studies.

He knows how stubborn his sister is, dealing with her like this is the best result. Anyway, he will graduate from college and the programming major will be very popular. Then he will continue to support his sister's dream!

But losing the memory of the brush is like an eagle losing its wings and a fish leaving the sea. In addition, she had no interest in other subjects, so she was abandoned throughout the first semester of her first year of high school. She even wanted to go out to work to pay back everything she owed her brother. But this matter was decidedly stopped by An Li, who had always followed her sister!

The Celestial Empire in this world has twelve years of compulsory education. If you are just going to high school, Anli can still afford it.

In such a situation, memory, who is always in a state of melancholy, is integrated with a person who is naturally optimistic, heartless and only loves the two-dimensional world, and does not distinguish between each other.

"After all this comes down to money." An Yi sighed, "Now I am you, you are me, then I will inherit your dream."

Anyway, there is no real conflict between painting and her hobbies, so it is better to say that the two complement each other!

An Yi, who loved anime very much in her previous life, always wanted to be a cartoonist or illustrator, and drew all the two-dimensional beauties she liked by herself, but she didn't have the talent or capital at all.

But at this time, when she came into contact with these dusty painting tools, the feeling that she was good at as if she was deep in her bone marrow flooded her whole body!

She became inexplicably excited, then took out all the painting tools and arranged them very skillfully. In fact, this not-so-large study can also be regarded as her studio, with the brackets in the corner.

She had a strong urge to draw something, what should she draw?

She bulged her cheeks, but her eyes looked through the windows in the study and saw the same community suites outside. The styles of these suites were not old and were not much different from the world she used to be. This familiar atmosphere made her feel quite safe. If she saw that there was a ruin outside and zombies were rampant, then she would be done...

Although she is very interested in the end-of-life zombie games, novels, movies, and anime, this does not mean that she really hopes to travel to such a terrible world.

Her eyes retracted from outside, and suddenly stopped on the figure reflected from the window. She could vaguely see the extremely beautiful outline. She gently placed her hand on the figure on the window, paused for a while, and then thought about what she should draw.

What she wanted to draw was this girl named "An Yi", and before that, "An Yi" had never painted a self-portrait.

She quickly took action. When she gradually outlined the appearance of "An Yi" with her pencil, she felt a strong sense of fulfillment and accomplishment. She even felt that her blood was burning!

After a few hours passed without realizing it, she was still immersed in this "self-portrait", perfecting its details little by little...

Her face showed joy from the bottom of her heart, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. The light of the sunset seemed to have become the best viewer of this portrait. It couldn't wait to crawl in through the window and stroke the painting, and her weak and beautiful cheeks were half in the halo of the sunset.

All of this seems to have become the most beautiful silhouette.

Because both her paintings and her people are extremely gorgeous.

At this time, when I just returned home and was holding the food in my hand, An Li stood quietly at the door of the study room, with the glasses on the bridge of his nose reflecting light, so he could not see his real eyes.

He stood for a while, but didn't know what he was silent.

From beginning to end, he did not bother his sister, but came to the kitchen and skillfully prepared supper.

An Yi spent a whole afternoon completing a sketched self-portrait. The speed was already very good, and she was very satisfied with her achievements. The girl in the painting had a delicate melon-shaped face and looked very weak on the outside. However, in sharp contrast to her weak appearance, the high fighting spirit exuded from her big eyes!

The memories of not having a brush in your hand and the memories of having a brush are just two people!

When An Yi came out of the study, she had already seen a supper on the table that was not rich but very attractive, and her bowls and chopsticks were ready.

She finally saw her only relative in this world - An Li. The memories left in her body made her feel a sense of dependence naturally.

However, she also noticed that An Li's face was deeply tired. She should be the youngest and most energetic age, but with his eyes, the temperament he showed was as deep as his father. And his hands were full of frostbite... This made An Yi feel pain in his heart.

An Li sat there quietly, his hands folded and his chin rested on it, without saying a word.

Until he saw his sister come out, his very handsome and indifferent cheeks were instantly exhausted. He held his glasses and showed a warm smile. He said in the most earnest tone: "Xiaoyi, draw it, just like today, keep drawing it! This is the real you..."
Chapter completed!