[Published from time to time (the author is really lazy)
Demining: literature and art, be (I really let myself go)
There are some French mixed in, and the overall length is not much. The translation is included in the text]
In his sixth year in England, Tan Zhili closed his studio and vacated his house, quietly returning to the small county town.
She calmly handled the funeral and looked at her mother's distant eyes, which was expected.
Tan Zhili obeyed her wishes and told her mother: "I will go back after the funeral is over." She walked out of her home carrying her suitcase and a bunch of old things. She was homeless.
Chu Ling picked up Tan Zhili and took him home by the river. That was Tan Zhili's only remaining friend.
"I closed the studio and stopped going."
"Auntie's side..."
"Aling, we haven't seen each other for too long."
Chu Ling paused for a long time, then hugged her and said, "My flower shop is short of people. I have a class to take care of, and I don't have much time. Please stay."
Tan Zhili became a flower shop clerk. She sat at the door with a drawing board under her arm every day. When someone stopped, she would ask: "Do you want to buy flowers?"
This is how Guan Yicheng met her. He looked into Tan Zhili's eyes and said, "Wrap a bunch of chamomile."
From then on, Guan Yicheng always passed by the flower shop intentionally or unintentionally. He used his camera to take photos of Tan Zhili painting. Tan Zhili gave him a painting, and it was him. Only then did Guan Yicheng find out who she was. Apart from being surprised, his heart was already upset.
Get to know each other, know each other, and fall in love.
Everything went so smoothly, and he took her to every land he had not yet stopped at.
But fate always plays tricks, and Tan Zhili will not live long, and she is destined to leave.
In Shangri-La, Tan Zhili was lying in Guan Yicheng's arms.
"Guan Yicheng, climbed the Meili Snow Mountain. If I die, just forget about me."
Later, Guan Yicheng really forgot.
"Who is she? Can I marry her?" He was sitting in a wheelchair, caressing her who he had taken photos of. Looking up at the plains in a daze——
The figure in the photo is standing in front of the light:
"Guan Yicheng, I won't live long, but I love you."
Intention: Death takes away life, love is still there, and you are there
