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"Xiao Wei", that is Zhang Zhen's handwriting.
The character can be seen to be newly described, and compared with the dimly colored ceiling around it, it still has fresh traces.
Here, where Zhang Zhen is sitting, you can see Zhou Wei's name by looking up.
She was dissatisfied that he would rather spend most of his time in the "study" every day creating, but didn't know that he could see her name when he looked up. Maybe he was sitting in this narrow space, except for getting up. The only action that can be done outside.
Zhou Wei's expression began to loosen for a moment, she paused for a while, and the phone on the table suddenly rang.
The phone call was from Zhang Zhen's parents. They asked her when she would be able to pack her son's belongings and prepare to come and get them.
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Wei began to pack up the things on the desktop. Below the drawing was an unsigned letter, no address for mailing, and no recipient.
She opened the envelope curiously, the letter was written by Zhang Zhen to herself.
He was going to say goodbye to his former self.
In the past, he took on an illustration job, taking into account interests and hobbies, but he lacked the time to spend with her.
He worked harder than many people. The traces can be seen from these thickly stacked drawings. He is eager for success and eager to give Zhou Wei a better life. Whenever he is trapped in this world and feels tired and bored, he always He would look up to see Zhou Wei's name written by himself, that would give him unlimited motivation, as if she was still by his side, urging him to continue down, so that he could not give up.
But dreams run counter to reality. When he tries to get closer to his dreams, he is farther away from Zhou Wei.
When one day, he found that his girlfriend had nothing to say with him, it was not that he did not find the crux of the problem.
She loves surprises and emotions, but he is introverted and not good at words.
When one day, time wiped away the sweetness and emotion that had existed between the two of them, and was only calm as a wave of stagnant water, he suddenly began to feel sorry for her.
In his letter, it was mentioned that at the beginning of their love, she smiled softly and sweetly. That smile was like sunshine to him, and it was unforgettable to shine in his heart.
When one day that ray of sunshine was covered by long-lasting dark clouds, all that was left between her eyebrows and eyes was haze and exhaustion.
So he was ready to change himself, as Zhou Wei had thought, find a job, and the two will work hard together.
This also explains that a few days before the accident, he always disappeared mysteriously.
There are many resumes in his old computer.
He put away his precious paintbrushes and never ordered sketch paper on the Internet. Instead, he made a list of things she liked, but he did not expect that he would have passed away before his wish came true.
She desperately wanted to find other things he left behind. She opened his relic, a mobile phone in a bag. After the accident, the police found it at the scene. The screen was broken, but it was still usable. .
The password of his mobile phone has remained the same for many years, and it is her birthday.
When he turned on his phone, Zhou Wei found that the text messages he received two days before the accident showed that he had withdrawn a large sum of money a few days ago and did not know where it was spent.
He hasn't bought a lot of things lately, and he didn't even mention spending money before the accident, which made her very curious.
She asked Zhang Zhen's parents, and the two sad old people knew nothing about it.
She guessed whether something happened to Zhang Zhen and needed money urgently, or lent the money to a friend.
Zhou Wei thought about it for a long time, but didn't have a clue.
She feels that she can't go on like this anymore, she should end up with the past.
When Zhou Wei came to West Lake where they used to be at the beginning of their relationship, she recalled that the two had a quarrel here when Hua Deng was first on.
That was the only loud argument between the two. His character was so boring, he couldn't even speak, and she seemed hysterical.
When she left in a taxi, he stood behind with a face of weakness.
The more memories she had, the more clearly Zhang Zhen’s original vague image was in Zhou Wei’s memory. She seemed to have regained the sweetness of the past. She forgot that she had forgotten the West Lake that she liked the most when they fell in love. Resist.
She came to West Lake, and when she came to him, he vowed that he wanted to exhibit his works in an art gallery here.
When she came to the art gallery along the cobblestone path, she remembered the scene when she and Zhang Zhen came here in their early years.
At that time he was still young, and his expression was not as tired as later, his brows and eyes were full of vigor and longing:
"I hope that one day, this place can be filled with my works for everyone to enjoy."
She couldn't help but smile:
"The master's works are only given unique value after the master's death." After she finished speaking, she smiled and coaxed him:
"But don't be discouraged, even if others don't watch it, but I will definitely watch it with you that day."
The two of them laughed happily at the time, and they were still inseparable at the time. Later, they gradually stopped mentioning their dreams because she resisted.
Naturally, Zhang Zhen never said that he wanted to fill the museum with his works, and the two never came to this museum together since then. Naturally, the vows she had said at the time were no longer counted.
People who came out of the art gallery looked at her with surprise and surprise. She was immersed in her own memories, and naturally did not pay attention to the eyes of others.
When she stepped into the museum, Zhou Yixia was stunned.
It is full of paintings, large and small, all painted by her.
There are her when she is asleep, when she is smiling, when she looks unhappy and sullen, and when she is thinking.
She seemed to have entered a wonderful world, which was filled with her shadow, and there seemed to be mirrors hanging around, reflecting every different face of her.
These are Zhang Zhen's paintings, but she never knew that he would paint so many of her and put them in this art gallery.
Each picture reads: The love of this life, please marry me as your wife!
She trembled so much that she couldn’t herself, thought that love had been destroyed to death in the day after day time, thought that he didn’t understand romance and love~EbookFREE.me~ thought that there were only habits and love left between the two. Calm, when you think that love is just like chicken ribs, but forget the sweetness when you first tasted it.
When the two fell in love, he once said that he wanted to propose to her in the most special way, but later in the process of dating, he did not even speak romantic words, she always thought he was a liar, when he had already forgotten. He took the oath, but he never thought he kept it in his heart.
It turns out that love has not disappeared, it is just locked in a corner of her heart, suppressing it to prevent it from appearing.
Those things about his love for her did not ring in her ears every day through his words, but through his bit by bit, it was revealed in life and trivial matters.
When he is no longer obsessed with complaining about him, those subtle things appear very clear.
He got up early to cook for her, he made coffee for her when she worked overtime, and he carefully bookmarked half of the books she had read. When she returned home, her slippers were always placed in the most comfortable position, and there was always a cup waiting at home. Her hot water.
When the person in charge of the art gallery arrived, he recognized her and said what Zhang Zhen had said, and mentioned that someone wanted to buy a painting.
Zhou Wei couldn't hear anything. After Zhang Zhen's funeral that day, she had tolerated grief and tears, but when the bank suddenly burst, she cried loudly, crying like a heartbroken child.
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