"I hung this painting yesterday, and I also wanted to motivate myself and make myself more hopeful about the future." Tie Jinjue said.

"This is not my uncle's new painting, right?" Tie Hongyan asked.

"I drew it a long time ago." Tie Jinjue said, "Do you know, when I was painting this painting, my mind was full of the words "Spring"."

"Did my uncle feel hopeful during those days?" Tie Hongyan asked.

"No, that's when I'm almost desperate," said Tie Jinjue.

"But, in my opinion, this painting gives people a feeling of vitality and hope. A long time ago, my uncle said that paintings often reflect people's situation. You also told me that you used to understand my state by looking at the paintings I painted." Tie Hongyan said.

"Yes, that's right, but I'm just saying 'often'." Tie Jinjue said.

Tie Hongyan asked: "Why could my uncle draw such a vivid painting when he was almost desperate?"

Tie Jinjue said: "That day, at the most desperate moment, I told a priest named Nian Jingzhong about my despair. He was drawing and I wanted to draw, so I started drawing with him. After my first painting, Nian Jingzhong said that he could see how painful I was from my painting. It was a cold day, but he told me that he would draw a spring painting with me."

"Wouldn't it be very uncomfortable for people to paint spring-filled paintings when they are almost despair?" Tie Hongyan said.

"Before painting, I thought so too. I told him that I couldn't draw it, but he said I would do it. I said I'd better look at him painting. He asked me if I wanted to get rid of the pain. Of course, I couldn't wait to break free from the pain, so I nodded. He said that if I asked me to do what he said, I would make me less painful. I just painted as he said. After drawing the first painting, I looked at what he painted and immediately felt that what he painted was full of spring. The spring I painted was all dead. I was like

Shi was very irritated, and he felt like he was digging out the pain in his heart to show people. At that time, I knitted the painting and stuffed it into my pocket. Nian Jingjinjue asked me why I knitted it. I said it was not spring at all, it was lifeless. The whole painting was dead. I said I didn’t want to die, and I would throw it away so that the dead would no longer appear in front of my eyes. I also said that I would definitely throw it into the garbage dump in a while." Tie Jinjue said, "I really didn’t expect Nian Jingjue to take the next action before."

"What did he do?" Tie Hongyan asked.

"He said that I don't want that painting anyway, and he hoped I would give him the painting. After I gave it to him, I thought he would open it and say something, but he took the garbage in my eyes and walked towards the brazier for heating, and quickly threw it into the fire. The painting was swallowed by the fire and disappeared soon. He said, I hated that lifeless painting, which was still with me in my clothes, was still by my side. Although I couldn't see it for the time being, it didn't disappear immediately.
Chapter completed!