The sparkling sea is like an old man who moves slowly in his old age. Except for the occasional sound of waves, the surroundings are very quiet. The woman found a place under a big tree, set up the easel, followed the best angle, and slowly sketched a rough outline on the yellowed manuscript paper in the cool sea breeze.
Occasionally, when passers-by came forward to watch out of curiosity, she would just raise her eyes and smile politely, pretending to be a wandering painter who couldn't speak, and make a few gestures.
Under the clear sky, as time passed, the blue sea was gradually replaced by a fiery red. Bai Yan was immersed in his own little world and didn't pay attention to Wu Sheng, holding a cigarette in his mouth and leaning against the passenger door, looking at her lazily on the side of the seawall road behind him. At my feet, there were cigarette butts lying on the ground. I don't know when they came here.
Phew, the painting is finally finished. Bai Yan's wrists were sore and swollen with movement, he twisted his neck to relax his limbs, opened his arms to welcome the sound of the waves, raised his head to face the setting sun, and smiled sweetly.
She had not felt this kind of relaxing and comfortable moment for a long time.
In the past, people looked like wind-up dolls, with stiff backs and gloomy faces. Coming to this seaside city, you will be greatly relaxed physically and mentally. Perhaps, the last battle in life is the sea in front of us.
The woman took out her cell phone and checked the time, recalling Qin Liu's instructions that if he didn't return before seven o'clock, the studio would be locked. She quickly put away her easel, ignoring her sand-filled shoes, and walked towards the roadside with her bare feet in her hands.
Wu Sheng, who was following silently, noticed that she was not wearing any shoes and suddenly called her: "Bai Yan."
"Hmm...?" The woman looked back instinctively. Seeing it was Wu Sheng, he waved quickly: "Is it you, here to find Boss Qin?"
Wu Sheng didn't answer. He took the shoes from the woman's hands with his big hand, cleaned them, and squatted down. He lowered his head so that people couldn't see his slightly unhappy expression. He reminded in a deep voice: "Lift your feet. There are a lot of pebbles. How can you help me with the scratches?"
Intention: Letting go is also a way of rebirth