I stared at Party A's requirements on the digital screen, and my gums ached. In the reference picture sent by Tang Mianmian, the dialog box above the pixel man's head reads: "Let people feel the passion and regret of youth!"
But my youth had long been buried in the heavy rain in the summer of 2017, and even the epitaph was washed away into faded graffiti.
The thermos cup suddenly tipped over, and the brown concoction spread over the sketchbook. I wiped it like crazy, but it made the stain look more like the picture in my memory - the screenshot of Zhou Yan's last text message flashed on the screen of my repeater for three months: "Don't wait."
The rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier, so I updated today's faceless man on my Weibo account. The boy was sitting in front of a convenience store in a heavy rain, holding a wet painting box in his arms. This time I drew his ear bones, but still left the right eye blank.
Concept: A youth embraced by fire, unforgettable.