After the halo of the heroine was taken away, I was reborn

In the warm spring sunshine, Ji Siming sat in front of the easel on the lawn, holding a palette and brush in his hand, and was modulating the colors he thought were the most beautiful.

He is a man in his forties, but the years have still left indelible traces on his face. His skin is no longer as fair and delicate as when he was young, with a slight wheat color, and he looks mature and stable.

, wise, and full of charm. Men of this age should be charming.

When he smiles, there will be a little fine lines at the corners of his eyes, which gives his originally sharp and serious face a touch of warmth and softness.

But he rarely smiles, so his brows will unconsciously frown, with a hint of gloom in the middle.

But today, even that gloomy look was gentle, because his whole person was full of vitality and full of rebirth-like light.

Ji Siming adjusted the colors on his hands and described softly, "She has very beautiful black hair, which is as natural and vertical as satin. She likes to wear T-shirts and jeans, like a little girl next door..."

Next to him, Song Yu was wearing a navy blue shirt and jeans, with jet-black hair hanging over her shoulders, like satin.

After so many years, Song Yu has not changed much. Although she has aged and matured, her demure temperament has become stronger. With her hands folded on her belly, she looks calm and gentle, like a lady born into a famous family.

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Of course, she does too.

At this time, Song Yu stood expressionlessly behind Ji Siming, listening to him describe his sweetheart.

T-shirt, jeans?

That girl must be very young.

Also, to be able to win his admiration, the other party himself is of course young and beautiful.

Song Yu is now forty years old, but she has actually let go of the incident.

No matter whether the person in front of her was regretting after a momentary indulgence or trying to escape, she didn't think about it anymore.

Now, after losing relatives one after another, he has someone he likes, and she will still bless her.

Song Yu said: "You can try to draw what you want to express on the drawing paper, and we will make some modifications based on the overall situation."

Ji Siming nodded, "But my painting is ugly, don't blame me."

Song Yu: "You can highlight her main features so that everyone can tell it's her. Everything else should be done according to your ability."

"All right."

Ji Siming turned around and smiled at her, then started writing while talking and drawing.

"She and I have known each other since childhood. Our parents are good friends and business partners. At that time, she called me brother Siming, and I called her sister Xiaoyu..."

Ji Siming told the past between "him" and her bit by bit, those youthful times, and the ambivalence that "he" liked but didn't dare to think about at that time.

"I was not prepared at the time. What happened when I was nine years old has always troubled me. I was very timid and I had no courage at all at that time.

Sister Xiaoyu, I didn’t know that person was you that night. I thought it was that little star. I can’t remember it at all. That day, when I saw you chasing me, I was very, very scared. I was afraid that you would ask me. I don’t know.

How should I answer you? I am afraid that I will become a dandy and a playboy in your heart.

So, it’s not that I don’t want to care about you, nor that I don’t want to be responsible, I’m just afraid that my image in your mind will be ruined and that you will hate me, so I’m like a coward and chose to escape.”

Yes, that "he" is really timid, extremely timid.

Because of what happened when he was nine years old, "he" was afraid of this and that, and he didn't even dare to touch and strive for his own happiness, which led to many misses and tragedies.

"Xiao Yu, I really don't know. I didn't know that I hurt you that night. Seeing that you hate me and alienate me, I become even more courageless.

Now, I finally remember, I remember, I really deserve to die, I deserve to die alone..."

When it came to the key point, Ji Siming's eyes turned red.

Under his pen and on his drawing paper, there was a very ugly man drawn, holding flowers, with a smile that was even more ugly than crying.

Next to the ugly man, there was a line of small words that read: "Xiaoyu, forgive me."

Behind him, Song Yu had already burst into tears.

She clutched her chest, trying to suppress the pain, but she couldn't. It was still so uncomfortable, her breathing was not smooth, and she could hardly stand still.

Ji Siming put down the brush in his hand, turned around and stood up. His heart ached when he looked at the woman with tears on her face.

"Xiaoyu, I'm sorry."

I'm sorry, I've been missing for so many years, it's all because of my cowardice.

It's me, it's all my fault.

Song Yu shook his head, "What's the point of talking about this now?"

If it's hurt, it's hurt. If it's missed, it's missed.

Ji Siming: "It makes sense. Xiaoyu, we still have time, please give me a chance to make up for it, okay?"

Song Yu felt very sad and cried very sadly.

Ji Siming went to help her, but she waved away.

Ji Siming gave up the chair and let her sit on it to calm down.

It took a long time, until Ji Siming started to feel uneasy, before Song Yu said, "I want to think about it."

If this had happened in those few years, Song Yu would definitely have scolded him, scolded him for being stupid, scolded him for being stupid, and would have been full of shit in his head, and would have been angry with him. Whether he would forgive him or not would depend on his mood.

But now, she has passed that age and will deal with things rationally.

In fact, Song Yu is used to a single life, but her parents are still there, so she can't be selfish and ignore their feelings. Moreover, her parents are old, and she is ready to return to Nancheng.

As soon as I go back, the first thing I will bear the brunt of is my personal problems.

She has to think about it.

Ji Siming said: "Can I stay in your guest room?" He wanted to wait here for an answer.

Song Yu: "Aren't you busy?" Actually, it's not necessary.

Ji Siming sighed, "I have been busy for decades and I am tired."

People always have to live for themselves. In the past few decades, I didn't know what "he" was busy with and how meaningful it was.

Song Yu said: "Okay."

Ji Siming smiled, took out his mobile phone, took a photo of himself, and posted an update on social software for the first time.

Ji Siming, who usually only posts company-related information, Ji's boss and the most famous golden bachelor in China, started to update his daily life!

The news quickly went viral on the Internet.

Many people smelled something unusual. If Ji Siming's social account had not closed comments from the beginning, netizens' enthusiasm would have broken records.

On the first day, the photo he took only showed a corner of the lawn outside himself.

The next day, there was more content, including lawns and easels.

Later, a garden, a vegetable garden, and a corner of the house appeared in the photo.

When some people guessed where he was, Ji Siming began to upload pictures of himself buying and cooking food.