A genius painter enjoys the world all his life.
The first male and the second male are ordinary people with three-dimensional images. The first male is a traditional man who yearns to get married and take care of his family. The second male is a bad guy, but I have to say that he is very good at pretending and dealing with things.
The heroine has a strong subjectivity and I like it very much. The author said something ironic when introducing the heroine in the first chapter: "How can such a person be a heroine?" In male-dominated public opinion, women play the role of good girls who are controlled by their parents and suppress their desires, with the dual attributes of chastity and tragedy; men play the role of yellow hair, leading them to rebel, shattering the chastity in their eyes, and achieving the tragedy they think they will inevitably lead to. They learn to appreciate the beauty in stories about eating women, which is essentially cannibalism.
In the author's writing, the heroine only has the sweetest face, but is actually a naturally wild and kind-hearted scumbag. She couldn't stand the temptation of the second man, and even though she had mentioned breaking up, she couldn't help but kiss him - she didn't care if this was her first kiss, because the next kiss that followed would only be more joyful and memorable. Her eyes fall into the future, and her life flows into the distance.
She understands her mother's love and loves her mother silently. Even though her mother sometimes controls too much, she always wishes her well and always has plans for her. What's more, as the heroine grows up, her mother is already learning to trust and let go. This is an issue between mother and daughter, and naturally there is no need for outsiders to intervene. Therefore, she will not be deceived by the little pretense of love from the yellow haired people, nor does she think that only defecting from her mother can prove her independence. She is not like a luxury pet cat that is decorated in a pigeon cage in the city. She is closer to a pastoral cat born and raised in the countryside. She is a predator patrolling her own territory. No matter how long she rests, it will not affect her from setting off to hunt immediately one day.
She is not a tragedy, she is a talented painter who has a clear understanding of human nature and was born free. She has seen countless majestic, flowing and colorful "world-famous paintings" in her life, but she admires them and never responds - she hasn't fully enjoyed painting, so how can she put pen to paper? Her life will be long, let her enjoy it slowly.