He finished one painting, looked at it for a while, put it aside, and then painted the second one.
My memory also follows these portraits, as if I have returned to my youth. The first acquaintance in the school hall, the sister's cold smile; the meeting in Meizhou, the sister disguised herself as a woman, a boy with ink painting; the big red wedding dress, the sister's face was shy and blushing; in the Tingyu Pavilion, the sister was writing and writing, calm and composed; in the courtyard at home, the sister supported Mai'er and taught him to walk...
I finally understood that no matter how Chaoyun managed to win his favor, he only regarded her as a confidante. No one can go back to twenty-two years ago. He stood at the door and said softly, "Last year, a drop of lovesickness tears have not reached my cheeks yet." This shocking sentence was deeply imprinted on his proud young heart.
Or maybe it was because of his prophecy that his tears fell on paper ten years later.
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