Shen Zhen is a painter.
He painted for three years but could not draw a face of an old friend.
He didn't light the lamp, didn't close the door, and didn't dare to open a letter from three years ago.
He lives in his old friend's old courtyard, waiting for a rain that won't stop.
They are people who should not be acquainted in the eyes of the world.
The son of a merchant and a nobleman looked at the dishes being served from across the family line, the surname, and the entire capital.
But that person played one song after another for him under the plane tree, secretly embroidered his nickname on the inside of his collar, and wrote in the last letter: "Yes. I like you. It's been a long time."
Shen Zhen doesn't know anything.
Three years. Shen Zhuang sat in front of the window and listened to the rain. The courtyard door was open and the lights were always off. He picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, hung it on the paper, and drew countless faces, each of them slightly different.
Young Master Luthier & Businessman Painter
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you