The air conditioner is still on in Liqiu's studio.
The Beginning of Autumn in the South is like a reflection of summer. The daytime temperature is still hovering around 35℃, but it is called "autumn" outside the window. The autumn scenery is thick - the leaves at this time are still green, not like the fresh and bright green in spring, nor like the bright and rich green in summer. Instead, it forms a unique, tired and silent green, quiet and low-pitched, lifeless, as if it has forgotten to wither.
Yin Ruihan looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window, tears streaming down her eyes.
Today is a holiday, and there is almost no one in the studio. The empty classroom easels are neatly placed, and each drawing board contains the autumn scenery in the eyes of the students, warm, bleak, golden, dark green... The scenery in everyone's eyes is unique.
With a "stab" sound, a paper ball rolled down. The wet orange paint on the drawing paper was stained with brush scraps on the ground, and was lightly covered with a thin layer of ash, like the morning mist gently covering the warmth of autumn.
Yin Ruihan's hand holding the paintbrush trembled slightly, her heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and her chest felt as tight as a big stone. She bit her lips to suppress the cries that were about to escape. Just on the verge of collapse, a gentle voice brushed through her tense heart,
"Relax, I'm here."
She couldn't explain the source of the sound, but it was enough to calm her. Later she named the sound Qiu Yingle,
"I hope you will always be happy even in the bleak autumn."
This is the self-salvation of a brave girl who loves herself and whose soul is forever free.
If there is anyone in the world with whom you have the purest and least burdensome relationship, it is you.
Concept: Loving yourself is the beginning of a lifelong romance. ——Oscar Wilde