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Just thinking about Lu Yishan makes it hard to describe my feelings; it's that kind of emotion where I clearly want to go up and tear her apart, yet I have to put on a polite smile and greet her.
So sometimes she appears in my drawings, dressed in green, looking as annoying as a bug.
As I was trying hard to make her look uglier in my drawing, I suddenly heard a voice above me say, "Can you write your name for me?"
It was that boy with intellectual disabilities. He was around sixteen or seventeen, tall enough to stand a head above me, and he actually looked quite handsome. Plus, his family was wealthy, and he dressed well. If he didn't sit around all day, no one would guess there was anything wrong with his mind.
He spoke very nicely, his voice deep and slightly raspy from puberty, which made me momentarily lose my focus.
He placed a piece of paper on my drawing board, looking directly into my eyes with a clean and clear gaze.
I quickly asked, "My name?"
He nodded.
When I finished writing and handed it to him, he softly said, "I am Ye Guang, 'leaf' as in tree leaf, 'light' as in brightness."
After saying that, he quickly returned to his spot. I was still dazed by his words when he stood up again, holding a piece of paper he had just taken off the drawing board, walking straight toward me.
"Here you go," he said.
On it was a side profile of a girl, drawn with simple lines—just a few light strokes—but it clearly captured all the essence. Most importantly, the angle of the profile was exactly how he would see it from his position, and in the corner of the paper was written my name.
I felt flattered and overwhelmed as I looked at the drawing, unable to express the shock in my heart.
Perhaps he really had no issues; both our conversation and the content of his drawing were perfectly normal. The reason people said those things about him might simply be because he often didn’t speak.
I wasn’t sure if my thoughts were correct, but seeing him turn away made it hard to hide my happiness.
In this world, many people you consider intellectually disabled might just not want to talk to you. I am very grateful that Ye Guang spoke to me and even gifted me this drawing. I even thought about framing it and hanging it above my bed in the bedroom. I want to remind myself that everyone should have their own inner landscape.
However, when Xiao Minxing saw the painting, he became furious, his gaze cold as if it contained a black ice ball.
"Where did this come from?" His voice was harsh, and without starting the car, he stopped by the roadside, staring at me intently.
I thought he was making a big deal out of nothing and being unreasonable, so I didn't realize the seriousness of the situation. I replied, "A classmate gave it to me. What's wrong?"
"Tear it up."
I looked at him strangely, thinking this person must be crazy. He was already in a relationship with another woman while having a wife, and I had only received a drawing from a classmate. Why was he so angry?
To avoid any sudden attack from him, I hugged the painting to my chest and leaned away from him as much as possible.
He didn't forcibly snatch it but issued an ultimatum: "Either tear up the painting or get out. Choose."
"On what basis?" I asked him, raising my head.
However, Xiao Minxing didn't explain himself. He never explained his actions to me; he only arranged others' lives according to his own thoughts. Such a person is truly despicable.
The frustration I had recently experienced with Lu Yishan surged out at that moment, and I opened the car door and jumped out.
His car sat silently for a few seconds before suddenly speeding away into the night, quickly disappearing from sight.
Once he was far away, I was left stunned. We had just come out of the studio and were heading home. We had already left the bustling city area and were on the road to the coastal villa. There were few pedestrians here, even fewer vehicles; those that passed by were mostly private cars. No one would pick up an unfamiliar woman at this hour.
With no village ahead and no shops behind, there was nowhere appropriate for me to go. Most importantly, I was wearing high heels; by the time I reached a place with cars, my feet would probably be broken.
Thinking about Xiao Minxing's behavior made me even angrier. Not to mention that Ye Guang was just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy who others suspected had an IQ problem; even if he were a normal man, it was just a painting he gave me. On what grounds did Xiao Minxing think he could make me tear it up? Should I go tear them apart just because he was having an affair with Lu Yishan?
I felt frustrated inside but had no outlet for my anger. Being dumped on this dark road late at night made me feel increasingly suffocated. I wanted to call Mina.
Since he wouldn't let me take the car, I might as well not go back at all; after all, that home had never felt warm to me.
But after searching everywhere, not only was my mobile phone missing, but my bag was also gone. It suddenly struck me that when I got into the car earlier, I had left my bag, which contained everything, on the back seat. When I got out, I was preoccupied with protecting my painting and feeling angry, and I completely forgot about it.
The sadness, frustration, fear, and helplessness in my heart were beyond description. I stood dazed by the roadside for a long time before moving forward again.
The road stretched endlessly, with only a few distant lights flickering far away. Nearby, the coolness of the autumn wind seeped through my clothes, and under the dim streetlights were those shadowy figures.
The trees and weeds were blurred and elongated by the light, reflected on the gray-white concrete pavement, repeatedly crushed by passing vehicles.
I stared blankly, suddenly feeling that those shadows lying on the pavement were myself. My emotions were being crushed again and again by Xiao Minxing; his power and coldness were no different from those hurried cars—rushing, mercilessly crushing me, then leaving without a backward glance, never considering whether the shadows on the ground had life or felt pain.
Tears streamed down my face without me realizing it, cool and penetrating through my skin to my heart.
Another car passed behind me, its bright lights casting my shadow outwards, amplifying the darkness that enveloped my heart.
But this car moved slowly and even stopped beside me.
I was instantly startled and didn’t dare to move forward. Nowadays, there are many news reports about women and children being robbed on the streets. People tend to steer clear of vans; although this one wasn’t a van, it was late at night. What if someone got out and forced me inside? What would I do?
I fixed my eyes on the car tightly, clutching my painting roll as if I wanted to turn back and run.
Just then, the headlights flashed twice, and the door of the driver’s seat suddenly opened from the side. A figure stepped out of the car.
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