Chapter 3155

The room fell into darkness again, completely unable to see everything around.

Only a hazy shadow sank into the darkness and could not see her face clearly.

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

Her wish.

Jiang YuYan's birthday wish.

The girl gently opened her eyes. The cold peach blossom eyes were still sharp in the dark, and the brilliance was too bright to converge. These were the eyes that always made Jiang Yuyan feel that the stars had fallen here.

"Happy birthday, Jiang Yuyan."

Her words were solemn, lingering in unspeakable love between her lips and teeth.

Stay away from the prosperity behind, only to the darkness.

Later,

The cake made by hand was dyed white and eaten one mouthful after another. There was nothing left.

In the dark, the girl sat on a white chair, opposite another chair that was always clean without anyone sitting, and a cake and two knives and forks were placed on the table.

Strawberry flavor melts on lips and teeth and blooms on taste buds. Dyed white, I don't know who is asking, "is it delicious?"

“……”

No response.

But dye Bai doesn't care and is used to it. She hangs her eyes and eats slowly. She cherishes it very much. She mutters to herself. Her throat is slightly dry, so she even has the illusion that her voice is a little astringent.

Her voice was slightly trembling and extremely unstable.

"... you lied to me."

Where are so many miracles,

Where can she find her teenager.

The graceful young man, when he woke up, had no trace. If the clouds go without a trace, the wind passes without a word, leaving a memory to close your heart.

Her eyes melt darkness, which will never melt.

"It doesn't matter... I'll lie to you."

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

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

In a strange city, in the dead night, the wind roared through the empty streets, and the dark and gray sky was filled with tears of stars.

She wants to approach her God step by step, even if it is nothingness, even if it is dreamy, even if it is difficult to touch, even if the youth's shadow has been broken and disappeared, she still tries her best to recover and has no hesitation.

Dye white every word, every word is the only time in my life, with red eyes and broken eyes.

In such an unknown lonely night, the heart burns in the dead silence.

Joy is her gentle ideal with a fixed look hidden under the appearance of peace.

"Jiang Yuyan, I love you."

Jiang Yuyan,

Will you come back.

It's my life,

The only birthday wish.

She was originally a cold and thin person, lonely and indifferent. She had nothing to give up and nothing to get.

On such a night,

Ranbai reaches out to the darkness and grabs nothing.

The heart beat faster and faster, and there was a thin and continuous stabbing pain. Although it was not fatal, it existed over the years.

When you finally fall in love with someone,

After he has left.

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

Enjoy it all alone.

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

But I can't stop the deep sadness; Unable to freeze the love beyond life and death; Unable to freeze the Acacia to the bone, like a highly toxic thought.

…

No one cherishes this heart that lives in her body more than dyed white.

This is the only thing Jiang Yuyan left her.

It's life.

For the rest of her life, he is her heartbeat!

Two people's lives, because such a heart is firmly bound together, life and death are inseparable.

Maybe it's a long cherished wish.

It's early spring again.

April,

Spring is popular and apricot flowers bloom.

The falling stars are colorful and dreamy.

Dyed white has been to many places, through every corner of the city, thousands of mountains and rivers, and has never stopped.

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

She knew he had been there.

His eyebrows, his heartbeat, his life.

as the shadow follows the form.

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

A simple and elegant painting exhibition in the city has clean and simple decoration and clear style.

A lot of people came here in admiration, and an endless stream of people came to the exhibition.

Just for the mysterious talented painter and the paintings that are said to be never surpassing.

One picture after another is hung in the exhibition.

Sports cars, racing cars, wine mixing, and scenic spots.

Those scenes recorded as a painting seem to be injected with a new soul and given life in the cold but strange and vivid painting techniques.

Thick ink and heavy color interpret 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 a young man is dressed in fresh clothes and angry horses, he is young enough to be romantic.

The young man has picturesque eyebrows, thin lips and a smile. He has a cold and noble temperament. He is evil and lazy like a devil, and he is extremely unrestrained and unrestrained.

It's light.

Every painting,

It's all him.

Just him.

When each visitor sees a different but one-man teenager, his eyes show uncontrollable amazement and praise. He must linger and forget to return.

They are more or less surprised that this mysterious talented painter who has never appeared in the legend, how can he turn over and over with so many pen and ink and countless space, and can't bear to paint a teenager repeatedly over the years.

They must not know,

I'll never know.

Every painting in the exhibition, whether still life, scenery or figure, arises because of him and only because of him.

Write a thousand sails, always just for one person.

The picture hanging in the most obvious position in the exhibition.

It is the back of a teenager in the background of apricot blossom drizzle in April.

He is slender, straight and arrogant. He has a wild and rebellious strength, with a little evil ruffian and cold bewitchment.

Apricot flowers fell on him, interweaving the first heart in the world.

Lover's pen takes love as ink and love as background.

Weaving and cross painting, patching up distant and hazy fragments from the old time to dye the years. Countless times of writing and copying, over the years, from the fingertips, a lifelike masterpiece was born, deeply attached to the heart.

That year,

Apricot blossoms bloom just right, and spring rain is like smoke and fog.

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 intermittent and continuous.

It seems that the next one keeps overturning the whole world.

Misty rain, hazy fog.

The legendary talented painter is on this street.

A girl dressed in white like snow is holding a snow-white oil paper umbrella. Her pale and slender fingers are put on the umbrella handle, which makes her look more bony and beautiful.