I bought a bunch of small gifts and went to a nearby welfare home.

　　When I was in college, I volunteered and regularly came here to help out.

　　Later on, I became too busy, so I entrusted others to help deliver some things.

　　"Long time no see," the head of the home said with a kind smile.

　　Then he grabbed my hand and worriedly said, "Why are you so thin? Did something happen?" I shook my head and said softly, "It's nothing, I just haven't had a good appetite these past few days." "What about the children? Let me go see them." I distributed the gifts to everyone.

　　I pushed open a door in the corner.

　　Sure enough, Jiang Yi was inside, quietly drawing.

　　Even when the gifts were being distributed, he didn't go outside.

　　It seemed like everything in the world wasn't in his eyes.

　　Only the paintbrush in his hand was the only thing.

　　I placed the gifts on his desk without saying a word.

　　I just sat on the chair next to him and watched him wave his paintbrush.

　　Jiang Yi has autism and hardly speaks.

　　He only immerses himself in his own world.

　　The only thing he likes is drawing.

　　When I became a volunteer, he was the first child I was responsible for.

　　At first, he resisted me approaching him.

　　Later on, he allowed me to sit next to him and watch him draw.

　　After that, we got along like this.

　　This was our unique way of communication.

　　The silent room, with only the sound of the paintbrush rubbing against the paper.

　　"Are you not coming anymore?" Jiang Yi suddenly spoke up.

　　His pitch-black eyes looked at me timidly.

　　After all these years, this was the first time Jiang Yi initiated a conversation with me.

　　I nervously curled my fingers.

　　Looking at his clear eyes, my throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

　　I couldn't say anything.

　　I could lie to Zhou Yun and Ye Ling without changing my expression.

　　But I couldn't do it with Jiang Yi.

　　"I know you won't come again.

　　When my mom didn't want me, she bought me a lot of new clothes and snacks." He continued speaking when he saw that I didn't say anything.

　　I gently rubbed his hair and said, "I'm sorry." "Did you and Brother Zhou Yun get married?" Jiang Yi asked again.

　　I paused my movements.

　　"How do you know Zhou Yun?" "He comes to see me every month and even broke my painting once." Jiang Yi said as he took out a painting from the drawer and handed it to me.

　　The style of the painting is very obvious, it was painted by Jiang Yi.

　　However, there are a few lines of text written in the corner.

　　"Lin Xiaoxiao, when will you agree to marry me? "You're so clueless, when will you discover this secret?" The handwriting is Zhou Yun's.

　　Xiaoxiao is my nickname.

　　I caress the dancing words of the lines and can't help but tear up.