"Bai Ningyu, let's not see each other again." Meng Zhi also stood opposite Bai Ningyu and spoke slowly.
Behind Bai Ningyu was a burning sea, and the setting sun burned them orange.
The two of them stood barefoot, and the sea water came in wave after wave. Bai Ningyu shed tears, and they fell into the sea drop by drop. She was speechless, watching Meng Zhi also leave.
Five years later, she became a well-known painter. In an interview, the host asked, "In your creative career, is there anyone who has a special influence on you or is called a muse?" She recalled the densely packed paintings at home and answered: "Yes, they are very important people." She did not say it out loud.
That night, her muse asked her, "Would you like to try it?" Bai Ningyu leaned forward and kissed her.
Reunion, he, a dull story, the pull between two people starting from the third year of high school.
I would write when I was in high school, and the two of us were getting along and growing up.
Intention: To grow in difficulties and embrace each other.