The Third Thousand One Hundred and Fifty-Eight Chapters Are Full of Apricot Blossoms in the Spring, and the Young People on the Street Are Full of Romance [Fan Eleven]

The room was once again plunged into darkness, completely unable to see everything around.

Only a hazy shadow sank into the darkness, unable to see her expression.

Ranbai closed her eyes and fell into the boundless darkness with her consciousness. She rigorously and solemnly repeated a sentence in her heart.

her wish.

Jiang Yuyan's birthday wish.

The girl opened her eyes slowly, those icy peach blossom eyes were still sharp and radiant in the dark to the point that they could not be restrained. These were the pair of eyes that would always make Jiang Yuyan feel that the stars had fallen here.

"Jiang Yuyan, happy birthday."

She took every word, every word solemn, lingering in the indescribable nostalgia between her lips and teeth.

Away from the hustle and bustle behind, face the darkness alone.

later,

The cake that was made by hand was dyed white and was eaten seriously, one bite after another, and there was nothing left.

In the dark, the girl was sitting on a white chair, opposite another chair that was not sitting but was always clean, and there was a cake and two knives and forks on the table.

The strawberry flavor dissolves on the lips and teeth, blooms on the taste buds, and the dyed white does not know who is asking, "Is it delicious?"

"..."

no respond.

But Yanbai didn't care, and he was used to it. He ate slowly with his eyes down, and cherished it. He muttered to himself, his throat was slightly dry, so he had the illusion that his voice was a bit astringent. .

Her voice trembled slightly and was extremely unstable.

"……You lied to me."

Where are so many miracles,

Where can she find her teenager.

That elegant young man, when he woke up, was no longer there. Like clouds disappear without a trace, the wind passes silently, leaving only memories to hold my heart.

Darkness melted in her eyes, ink that could never be melted away.

"It's okay... I'll lie to you."

"I'm not a person who cherishes my life, but I cherish your life."

For the rest of her life, he was her heartbeat.

Unfamiliar city, dead silent night, the wind whistled through the empty streets, and the dark gray sky was flowing with tears of stars.

She wants to get closer to her god step by step, even if there is nothing, even if it is dreamy, even if it is difficult to touch, even if the shadow of the young man has been broken and disappeared, he will still try his best to restore it, and he will not turn back.

Dyeing white every word, every word is the only time in my life, with red eyes,

Eyes shattered.

In such an unknown and lonely night, the heart is burning in the dead silence.

Joy is the gentle ideal that she hides under the calm appearance without her expressionless expression.

"Jiang Yuyan, I love you."

Jiang Yuyan,

Will you be back?

is my life,

Only one birthday wish.

She was originally a cold-hearted person, withdrawn and indifferent, with nothing to give up, and no one to gain.

on such a night,

Ranbai stretched out his hand to the darkness, but grabbed nothing.

The heartbeat is getting faster and faster, and there is a fine and continuous tingling. Although it is not fatal, it exists for many years.

When you finally fall in love with someone,

after he has left.

Since then, it has been a long late night, full of joys and sorrows.

Enjoy alone.

Time froze the back of the young man when he left, and it can never be reversed since then.

But I can't freeze the deep-seated sadness; I can't freeze the love that transcends life and death; I can't freeze the lovesickness that is like a poisonous thought.

…

No one will cherish the heart that lives in her body more than Dye Bai.

This is the only thing Jiang Yuyan left her.

is life.

For the rest of her life, he will be her heartbeat!

The lives of two people, because such a heart is firmly bound together, life and death are inseparable.

Maybe a long-cherished wish.

It's early spring again.

April,

Spring is in full swing, and apricot flowers are blooming.

Fallen flowers are colorful, like a dream.

Dyeing Bai has been to many, many places, and has walked through every corner of the city, and has never stopped.

She felt that she should live with Jiang Yuyan's share.

She knew he was always there.

His eyebrows, his heartbeat, his life.

Like a shadow.

The world is so big, she just wants to have a look with Jiang Yuyan and take in the scenery of the world.

In the city, there is an elegant and sober painting exhibition, with clean and simple decoration, and the style is black and white.

A lot of people came here because of the name, and there was an endless stream of visitors to the exhibition.

Only for that mysterious genius painter, and a painting that is said to be unsurpassed.

In the exhibition, there are paintings hanging one after another.

Sports cars, racing cars, bartending, and landscape images.

Those scenes that are not recorded as a painting seem to have been injected with a new soul and given life in the indifferent but strange and vivid painting techniques.

The rich and colorful interpretation of all things in the world.

But that's not what's really amazing.

In this exhibition, most of the works are painted by one person.

a teenager.

When Xianyi Angry Horse was young, he was full of youthful romance.

The young man had picturesque brows, thin lips and a smile, and he had a cold and noble temperament. He was evil and lazy to the point of being like a devil, and he was extremely unrestrained and unrestrained.

It's light.

every painting,

It's all him.

Only him.

Every tourist who comes to visit will be uncontrollably amazed and amazed when they see the young people who are different but are one person.

They will be more or less a little strange, how this mysterious genius painter who has never appeared in the legend, how can he use so much brush and ink and countless pages to turn over and over again, impatiently painting a teenager repeatedly over the years.

They must not know,

will never know.

Every painting in the exhibition, whether it is a still life, a landscape or a figure, is due to him, and only because of him.

Write down Qianfan, unswervingly just for one person.

The painting that hangs in the most obvious position in the exhibition.

It is the light rain of apricot blossoms in April, and in the background, the back of a young man.

He is tall and slender, straight and arrogant, with a kind of unruly wanton wild energy, with a bit of evil and cold bewitchment.

The apricot blossoms fell on him, interweaving the first heartbeat in this world.

A lover's pen, with love as the ink and love as the background color.

Weaving and painting, the distant and hazy fragments are pieced together from the old days, and the years are dyed. Countless times of writing and copying, over the years, a piece of lifelike masterpieces have been born from the fingertips, and the heart is full of love.

that year,

The apricot blossoms are just in bloom, and the spring rain is like mist.

that year,

eighteen years old.

This year, the spring rain of apricot flowers seems to overlap with the picture of that year again.

The spring rain is pattering, and there is no end to it.

It seems that the next one will not stop, overturning the whole world.

A hazy mist shrouded in mist.

And the rumored genius and solitary painter is on this street.

A girl in white clothes like snow was holding a snow-white oil-paper umbrella, her pale and slender fingers resting on the handle of the umbrella, making her even more skinny and beautiful.