Paradise in Oil Painting
by Apricot Altar Listening To Pine Trees
About This Novel
When I saw the drooping sunflower in Florence, I had no idea I would forget its name. Just like when I met Zhou Yu, I didn't know that he was a genius who was being crushed by "plagiarism", and that I was the one whose memory was being stolen. I used my remaining sobriety to enter his gloomy canvas world and cleanse his reputation. He said he was a dark cloud and would never be worthy of the light. I smiled and pointed to the broken light spots in his painting: "But when the dark clouds split, what was revealed was heaven." During the rainy season when we fell in love, gardenias bloomed like crazy. He remembered for me all the tenderness that I was forgetting, and I taught him how to live with the shadows. When forgetfulness finally overwhelmed my head, I said: "Don't worry, you have to finish painting all the dusk and then come to heaven to find me. I know the way." Five years later, his exhibition made the world cry. In the last painting "Sunflowers in Oil Painting", the flower plate is filled with dazzling light-- In every ray of light, there is Florence Luo, whom we met for the first time, and two figures who will never be separated.
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