In the gray fog, a bone-white carriage passed quietly.
Sitting at the front of the car was Fang Shuo, a painter who traded brushes with memory. In the carriage, Vera, who was covered with a white ribbon, made tea that would always be bitter for him, and Xiao Shuo, who had short hair, remembered the coordinates of every town for him.
They passed by White Rock Town.
Fang Shuo went to buy paint. The children watched from a distance and he gave a candy. The proprietress of the paint shop said: "The tree you painted last time has blossomed."
He had long forgotten about the tree.
But before leaving, he left a painting behind.
The painting is a star reflected in Vera's tea cup.
"How much do you remember?"
"Not important."
"Then why are you still painting?"
"Because someone will remember."
——A light fantasy that is so gentle that it makes you want to cry, about forgetfulness, companionship and the love that does not need to be said.
Purpose: A story of healing