This world was born under my pen, and began to run on its own after the final painting. I am not the protagonist of this world, but through Xu Yan's perspective, we have become the protagonists of the story.
A wide gate and a broad gate are visited by many, but a narrow gate and a narrow road are accessible by few. The narrow gate we want to lead to seems to be hidden deep in the wide gate. If we want to pass through the narrow gate, we have to run endlessly in front of the wide gate. Our beginning is like a dream, like dew and lightning, but everything seems to be destined by fate, allowing us to re-write our own chapter in other people's stories.
In fact, we may have already realized that everything we expect and work hard for around us may be the landscape we shape.
Landscape evokes unsatisfied desires, projected onto a small thing or the world we live in. Desire is invisible, but it is everywhere. Looking at everything around us, how can we prove whether it is true or false? Did this world come into being because of me, or did I appear in this existing world? People will be confused by the landscape, but in the end, those who are sober can see through it.
It's just a brief intersection, and we will go on our own wrong trajectories. I never regretted that I took the first step. When I returned to real life, Fu Mingyou did not represent himself alone. He carried the crystallization of my spiritual world, the sustenance of my precious emotions and imagination, and my fictional ideal.
For us, even if it is like an old dream, it is just four words - love is true.
Intention: Love is true