Su Yu&Jiang Qing
Decadent and rebellious oil painter & tender and broken ballerina
Art students vs dance students
"Classmate, you can't smoke on the rooftop!"
A scarlet firelight fell in the air, and the hair was scattered in the wind.
"Jiang Qing, aren't you afraid that I will lead you astray?"
In a corner where no one knows, they have a secret hug.
"Don't get hurt for me anymore."
The tears were gently wiped away by the bandaged hand, like a gentle kiss.
"You are my white rose that never fades."
The church echoed the midnight bell, and a pair of pure white ballet shoes were placed on the moonlit fountain. She saw the swan in the oil painting slowly dancing its wings.
"I'm sorry."
The door is closed.
If light had not penetrated through the crack in the door, you would not have known that the room was dark.
It turned out that the wound had not healed.
After the anesthetic wears off, you will find that the wound has already festered and suppurated, and the flesh and blood are blurred.
"Long time no see."
At the intersection of Fourteenth Street in London, there is an endless stream of people and noisy honking, the cold wind blows the long hair, and the long camel coat under the flashing neon lights.
Through the crowds of people and the fog of London, at that moment when the sunset stopped, they looked at each other like fate.
"Don't cry, I won't wipe your tears anymore."
Concept: Xiangyu (in the corner)