The Love and Hate About You in This Life

The old painter returned to the sketching town in her later years, and her easel was propped up on the stone bridge where she stood. There is a blank space in every landscape - at the end of a bridge, under a tree, in front of a window. Until the gray-haired woman passed by in a wheelchair, she stopped and asked, "Are you still waiting for someone?" He dipped in cinnabar and clicked a maple leaf in the blank space: "I have been waiting for a lifetime, and finally you are in the painting." When the wind blew, the red leaves fell on the canvas that he had spent his entire life.