As night fell, Huo Yu stood alone in front of the desk in her room. In front of her was a stack of picture albums, large and small, more than ten in total.
And when I opened those picture albums, there was only one person drawn on each page.
Since she started learning to draw, she has been painting the same person, year after year, without stopping for a day.
No one knows why she suddenly wants to learn painting. On the one hand, she does have talent, but the more important reason is...
Huo Yu's fingers lightly passed over the cover of the album. She wanted to record the man in her eyes anytime and anywhere.
Of course you can take photos, but the camera can only capture what's in reality, she also has to record what's in her mind.
From the first green strokes to now, she can outline Shen Mo's face in just three or two strokes, carrying all the ignorance and admiration a girl has for a man bit by bit.
When did the tears start to fall unconsciously
Are there more tears than smiles in her life
It seemed like it started on her eighteenth birthday, which was a really bad birthday.
It had only been a week since Shen Mo let her go. Why did she feel like centuries had passed? This week was so earth-shaking.
What Shen Mo said in the parking lot was still in her ears. Since when could he say those decisive words to her
And he threatened her, didn't he
If she continues to make trouble unreasonably, will he leave Huo Cheng and her world
Huo Yu sniffed hard, okay, she stopped making trouble. Didn't Shen Mo just want to push her away? Okay, she obeyed his wishes.
He reached out and picked up all the picture albums on the desk and walked downstairs: "Burn all of these. I'll burn every page."
"Miss, aren't these your treasures?"
"I said they were all burned for me, don't you understand?"
"Yes Yes!"
The flames were particularly splendid at night. From Huo Yu's room, you could clearly see the servants burning her picture album, which was the testimony of her love for more than ten years. Her fingers were tightly grasping the curtains, and Huo Yu's heart was clenched. group.
Suddenly, Huo Yu rushed out like crazy, ran to the yard, and snatched the last picture album that the servant was about to throw into the brazier: "No... don't burn it."
Ever since she came back, she had found all the paintings she had drawn of Shen Mo. Shen Mo was not the only one in the world who could be ruthless, she could, too. She wanted to burn all the paintings she had drawn of him, but looking at the flames As it got bigger and bigger, Huo Yu felt that it wasn't the paper that was burning, but her heart...
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In the villa on the other side, Shen Mo was holding a glass of wine and standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. It was very quiet and dark outside, and he could hardly see anything. The lights in the room illuminated his lonely shadow.
Unconsciously, I remembered Liang Sisi's words. She said that he was waiting for a ship at the airport. It was really appropriate.
Shen Mo took a sip of wine and felt very blocked. It was so blocked that he felt flustered. He wanted to find someone to vent to and talk to, but he couldn't seem to say anything.
Loneliness that can be talked about with others is not called loneliness.
Real loneliness is just being alone in the dead of night, nursing your wounds, and pretending to be indifferent.
Turning around and returning to the room, he grabbed two sleeping pills and swallowed them. Shen Mo lay down on the bed.
Over the years, what he has learned is that no matter what, life must go on.