Now that you're a top star, can't you enjoy life a little?

Teacher Yu has passed away.

He came suddenly and left without a trace.

He left Shuicheng Township Primary School without saying goodbye to anyone.

Ah Ming, who was the envy of everyone during this period, has returned to being ignored.

Unlike before, Amin is no longer the mischievous kid who used to be annoying. He has become taciturn, his mouth seems to be locked, and he doesn't talk to anyone.

Of course, not many people took the initiative to talk to him, and no one called him a "genius" anymore.

Lin Zhihong's match results also came back: an unsurprising first-round exit.

However, no one around him blamed him. Instead, they comforted him, saying that he was already very good, after all, this was a national art competition for primary and secondary school students, and there were many talented people among them.

"Amin, come with me."

Teacher Wang, the Chinese teacher, led Amin toward their destination.

As he walked, Amin's eyes flickered, and it seemed as if light was gathering again in them.

He had walked this road countless times during this period; it led to the art studio, but it was also an area he hadn't set foot in these past few days.

Teacher Yu is back?

Chinese teacher Wang opened the door to the art studio. "Come in."

Seeing Amin looking around curiously, Chinese teacher Wang brought a pile of things from the table. "These were sent by Teacher Yu, especially for you."

Amin looked at the pile of things in Chinese teacher Wang's hand. On top of it was a pair of shiny little leather shoes, and below the shoes were folded white clothes.

Below that was a black garment, I couldn't tell if it was a top or pants.

Almost instantly, Amin remembered his previous agreement with Teacher Yu.

"I want a white shirt just like Teacher Yu's."

"I don't want anything from a scammer!"

Amin turned and ran.

For the next two months, Shuicheng Township Primary School returned to normal.

Some students would still mention Teacher Yu from time to time, and the candies and chocolates he always carried in his pocket.

Some students are also studying hard, hoping to one day pass the exam and leave the mountains to see what the big city that Teacher Yu talks about is like.

Amin hasn't been to school for several days.

Of course, the news that he didn't come to school, just like his condition when he was at school, went unnoticed.

The sound of weeping echoed from the dilapidated house, where the walls were bare.

Tea Girl looked at her younger brother, Amin, in the small coffin; her eyes were swollen like peaches.

During this time, Amin was unable to get over his grief. He became increasingly thin due to malnutrition and developed the same illness as his mother.

Amin, small as he was, wore a clean white shirt, black suit pants, and shiny little leather shoes.

Amin, dressed like this, looks like a city kid.

Tea Girl couldn't help but think that if her younger brother saw her wearing this outfit, he would definitely smile happily.

But now, the younger brother lies inside, and he can no longer laugh.

Amin was buried next to his mother, in a small grave, right next to her.

The peaceful Shuicheng Township Elementary School has once again been hit with an explosive news story.

This news is unlike the last national primary school art competition; its impact has expanded to the entire Shuicheng Township and is still spreading rapidly to the surrounding areas.

Shuicheng Township Elementary School has produced a super painting genius who won the world's top gold medal in children's painting!

Reporters from the provincial capital, and even from other provinces thousands of miles away, all flocked to this remote mountain village.

The once peaceful little mountain village has become bustling with activity and joyous celebration.

However, the reporters who came to interview the person involved received heartbreaking news: the super painting genius who won the World Children's Painting Gold Award had recently passed away.

Since they were already there, they couldn't leave without conducting interviews. So, the reporters pieced together the image of the super painting prodigy, Amin, from the tearful eyes of the elementary school teachers in Shuicheng Township.

An outgoing, poor student with mediocre academic performance, but a talent for painting that far surpasses his peers, making him a favorite of his teachers and admired by his classmates!

Countless people gathered in front of Amin's small grave, their eyes red, weeping and lamenting.

The tea girl standing beside her had never heard so many "geniuses" so frequently.

Tea Girl thought to herself, "In the past, only Teacher Yu said that my brother was a genius. Now so many people say that my brother is a genius, but it's no use. My brother will never be able to draw again."

early morning.

Amin's small grave has returned to tranquility, surrounded by darkness, with only swaying pagoda-shaped wildflowers and the bright stars in the sky for company.

A series of footsteps sounded, and then a young man in a white shirt appeared.

Teacher Yu, who was always impeccably clean, disregarded the dust on the ground and slumped down on the floor.

He placed the picture frame tucked under his arm in front of Amin's grave, looking at the small mound of earth with eyes full of remorse.

"I'm sorry I'm late. Amin, although many people have already told you today, I'll tell you again here: your painting won a world gold medal."

As he spoke, he placed the picture frame on the ground.

The painting inside the frame is the one that won the world's top prize for children's art – "Starry Night".

"Your teacher wasn't lying to you; you are a true painting genius."

Looking at the painting on the ground, Teacher Yu recalled a conversation he had with A-Ming a few months ago.

Why draw a starry sky?

"The teacher said that after people die, they become stars in the sky. This isn't the starry sky, it's my mother's face, and she's smiling at me."

Amin almost never mentions his mother in front of others, because his sister will be sad, his father will remain silent, and his classmates will laugh at him for being a child without a mother.

So he never mentions his mother to anyone.

Teacher Yu cried.

Once that day, and once today.

"Ah~ Ah~"

I think of my mother's words every night.

"The lupine flower with its glistening tears."

The stars in the sky don't speak.

"The baby on the ground misses its mother."

"The eyes in the sky blink and blink."

"A mother's heart is like a lupine flower."

"The tea gardens in my hometown are full of flowers."

"My mother's heart is far away."

I think of my mother's words every night.

"The lupine flower with its glistening tears."

"..."

[Song World Experience: "Lupin Flower", Completed]

[Song World Experience Rewards: Singing Skill, Tear Gas. Earth Song "Lupin Flower"]

The song "Lupin Flower" has been registered for copyright on the websites of the Xia Guo Music Copyright Association and the Xia Guo Copyright Protection Center.

The moment the system voice sounded, all of Yu Huai's sealed memories returned.

"Phew~"

Yu Huai suddenly sat up in bed, breathing heavily.

The hotel's presidential suite was quiet and peaceful, filled with a pleasant aromatherapy scent.

He felt something wet on his face, so he reached up and touched it. In the darkness, he couldn't see what it was, but he could guess what it was.

tear.

He got out of bed, went to the window, and suddenly pulled open the huge floor-to-ceiling curtains.

Outside the window, tall buildings stand tall, and on the road with few cars, the yellow streetlights stretch far into the distance.

The lights on the ground in the civilized world illuminate the sky so brightly that they obscure the starlight, and only a few stars with small apparent magnitudes can be seen.

Looking up at the sky, for some reason, Yu Huai seemed to hear singing.

I think of my mother's words every night.

"The shimmering tears of lupine flowers..."