There is no glimpse at the beginning, we meet in midsummer.
Music is playing in the headphones. Today I have to buy some more paints and brushes. In an ordinary life, painting is the only solace.
When I opened the door, I heard the landlady greeting me warmly: It's you again, little girl, what are you here to buy today? Come and take a look at the paint, Auntie, I can do it myself. "
"I found you," I looked at the last box of paints on the shelf and stood on tiptoes to reach for it.
Just as I was about to get it, a hand stretched out from the side to take away the paint I was interested in. I looked at him angrily, but he had no intention of doing anything wrong. "Just give me the last box, I'm sorry. "I was about to refuse, but he had already gone to pay.
The strange thing is that I didn't care about it anymore.
I carried my drawing board to the studio. The empty room was quiet, and the afternoon sunlight shone through the curtains onto the floor.
I picked up the pen, and I couldn't get the image of the boy out of my mind. The faint scent of sandalwood seemed to still linger around the tip of my nose.
But after a while, I strongly denied it in my heart. It's so unfair.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
