"Are you still painting?" Her voice was vaguely floating in the wind.
"For the rest of my life, I want to paint all the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. Even if it is not as good as that mural, there is no regret."
In the bustling crowd, the painter in coir raincoat left silently. There was a relieved smile on his lips, blooming lightly like a lotus flower.
From then on, thousands of people were like a sea, hiding together.
[Published in "Kyushu Fantasy" 2006-03]
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Jiangnan, the lingering feeling rolling off the tip of the tongue is beyond words!
少奶奶会武术，谁也挡不住……
Jiangnan, I feel that after reading this article, the word Jiangnan has given it a unique meaning. Jiangnan, the lingering feeling rolling off the tip of the tongue is beyond words!