Chapter 917

Ye Fei raised her hand to hold his face and said seriously: "if it's never better, then I'll be your eyes and stay with you all my life. I'll tell you what I see and be your crutch. I'll accompany you to where you want to go."

"Really?"

"Really."

Listening to her soft words, Su Mohan's eyelashes trembled: "well, I won't let you go..."

Ye Fei gently kisses his lip and says, "although you can't see with your eyes, you can play the piano. When I first saw you, you were playing the piano. I didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing you."

Su Mo Han can't help but think of the first time they met, then they will not think of the future of today.

Ye Fei helped Su Mo han to get up and went to the piano room. Then she moved her painting things to the piano room. So he played the piano and she was very happy to draw.

Because of Su Mohan's piano level is very high, so even if it is invisible, but a piece of music in his fingertips is as smooth as ever.

An afternoon passed by, and Su Mohan seemed to have never been so happy for a long time.

Since he lost his sight, he seems to have finally found out that he is not out of his ability.

"Su Mo Han, I drew a picture of you playing the piano. I'll show you when your eyes are ready." Ye Fei put down her brush and went to him.

"Well."

Ye Fei helped him back to the wheelchair, and then pushed the wheelchair out: "I suddenly remembered whether I had taken some pictures of my mother's life at the auction last time."

"Well, in the library."

"Let's go there and have a look. I don't seem to have enjoyed my mother's things."

"Well, go down the corridor on the second floor and go left to the third room."

Ye Fei pushed Su Mohan's wheelchair and soon came to the museum. The museum is somewhat like the European imperial court in the middle ages. The decoration style of ancient Europe is very shocking, with a kind of simple and luxurious beauty.

As soon as she walked in, she was attracted by the pictures on the walls. There were countless paintings of various styles. At a glance, there were all kinds of treasures.

Ye Fei easily found her mother's oil painting. The painting shows a girl with one leg but one foot spinning in a ballet dress. The girl's soft hair is carefully combed. The warm sun covers the large dance hall. The girl is intoxicated with her eyes closed. Her long eyelashes leave two shadows on her face. The radian of her mouth is inexplicable Sour and touching.

"Solo dance of the light and shadow series." After reading the name of the painting, ye Fei read it out in a low voice. Then she noticed that there was a long shadow under the girl's feet.

When ye Fei saw the shadow, she was a little stunned, because from the shadow, she could not see that she lacked a leg at all. The angle she chose made her like all the girls dancing ballet. She was like a beautiful swan.

Su Mohan searched his brain for the memory of the painting, and then quietly said, "this series was written by your mother after she was ill. It is highly praised internationally. At that time, she seemed to have a different perception of life."

Ye Fei stepped forward to take the painting down and gently stroked the girl's cheek. Her expression was so intoxicated that she seemed to struggle in the darkness and light. There was both sadness and despair, as well as enthusiasm and hope for life.