Short story BE
Yang Shanhe was waiting at home for Yu Haichuan to come home as usual. She saw a piece of news that made her extremely uneasy.
When Yu Haichuan returned home, the uneasiness in her heart never dissipated. The two of them cherished their own thoughts and recalled the past.
"How long have you been learning to draw?"
"Six years"
"Like drawing?"
"Can't tell."
"The liking is subconscious, just like you subconsciously draw pictures on paper instead of doing questions."
Yang Shanhe turned his head and looked at him, feeling that it made sense, that liking him was indeed subconscious.
At first she liked painting because she wanted to be cared for, but when she saw the torn paintings scattered all over the floor, the feeling of distress was different. The care she wanted was shattered, along with her love.
She lay on the table and thought about it for a long time that day. Finally, she said to Haichuan: "Throw aside everything, I like painting."
"Although gardenias are beautiful to look at, they are difficult to grow. Its flower buds are easy to fall off and its petals are easy to turn yellow. The process from flower buds to blooming is very long, and the leaves have weathered the wind and frost without falling. It seems to have grown inadvertently, but it has also experienced a long period of hardship before blooming."
"I like its strength, and I also like her flower language. I have lacked care since I was a child. I hope someone can always show selfless preference to me. That person is you, so -"
"I never regret meeting you!" There was powerful power in Yang Shanhe's soft voice.
Yu Haichuan knew that she was using her own way to keep him from blaming himself.
He hugged her tighter and bit her ear: "Me too!"
She looked at the paintings hanging on the wall and whispered with endless longing: "Yu Haichuan, I miss you so much!".
Intention: If we have each other in our hearts, we will eventually meet. Parting is also for the next reunion, no matter life or death.
