With the beautiful Zhang Bao with the same translation

She secured the camera's tripod and sat down next to it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The weather had a lifeless feel and there was not a bit of wind. She was smiling with her chin in her palm, thinking back to that wild, windy day long ago.

At that time, she was 20 years old, and he was 27 years old. But at 27 years old, he made her feel like she was 40. She remembered lying on his bed watching him draw. With angry brushstrokes, he painted the canvas in brilliant colors, red, green and yellow: she could not imagine all those chaotic forms. Watching him paint and keep her eyes on those angry paintings gave her a headache, but it couldn't have been more natural in the world he knew. When he finished a painting, he collapsed on the bed and muttered to her, "I hope you like this painting as much as I do." ”

"Like what?"

He turned to look at her. "This painting, we, together, you see me drawing. And then we went out together to watch the sunset, something we did. He smiled, and it was very soft.

"What sunset?" She giggled. It was two o'clock in the evening.

He smacked his tongue and said, "Someday, someday we'll sit together under the sunset." We are like lovers, dear, we hold hands, and we tell each other how much we love each other together. He raised his large, rough hand, drew a heart in the air, and said, "Then we will receive a sweet, long kiss." He looked at her with his eyebrows curled.

She stood up with a smile and said, "Stop talking nonsense. We went for a ride and the weather was so nice!"

He also stood up, put his arms around her tightly, and whispered, "Listen to me, enjoy it all, darling." Good times are always short-lived. Our good times were also very limited. I'll leave someday. ”

She clung to him, knowing he had a mind of his own. Whenever he paints a picture, he always thinks of eternity, which is quite normal for him. Once he said to her, "Once I conceived a painting for a long time, it became a part of my body and mind, a part of all my thoughts." It took a lot of my energy. When I finally put pen to paper on the canvas, I broke the original idea and it became a part of the world. It began to exist on its own, with a body of its own, and everyone could see it. Sometimes I can't even bear to look at a painting like this. It made me feel so much pain. She broke free from his arms and threw the bike keys at him.

The wind was blowing non-stop every day in those days. He drove like a devil until he reached an inconspicuous hill. They sit on the top of the mountain. She lay on the grass with her eyes closed. She was very happy and very happy to be with him. He said, "You're beautiful. One day, when I can tolerate myself, I will draw you. I draw you sitting on a bench. He sighed and added, "I would paint such a lovely picture." There is no madness. Just your pure, ethereal and beautiful face. It's going to be my masterpiece, my dear. After I finished this painting, I don't get depressed anymore. You know why? Because you're the subject of a painting that I don't have to think about. You are so beautiful, both in appearance and in your inner world, you are so perfect. You are a masterpiece in your own right. No matter who you are, you will only feel envy and admiration after seeing you. You consume my heart, but you will be separated from me. I'm fascinated by you, but I can't lose my heart. Beloved, you are a god of beauty and my eternal joy. He finished with a smile.

"But why haven't you drawn me yet?" she asked.

He smiled at her, softly.

He was right. Many things don't last forever. About a month after that day, she went to his apartment to look for him, and someone told her that he had left. The landlady also didn't know where he had gone. He didn't say it to anyone else. It could be seen that the old lady seemed glad to get rid of him, so she did not ask her any more.

But she didn't forget about him. At first she thought about him every hour, then every day, then every week. The mind is full of anger, the mind is full of despair, the mind is full of hatred, the mind is full of longing. She had so much to think about. Until the end, the only thing she thought about was why he didn't paint her.

Finally, a thought popped into my mind. For him, all the most beautiful paintings are expressed on the canvas. Painting is like releasing a demon, and the desire lurking in his heart is to exhibit the painting for the whole world to see. That's the end. It was the end of his entire affection for an obsessive object. As soon as he draws something, it is removed from his mind. As a result, it ceased to exist in his heart, and it would no longer make waves in his heart.

"He didn't want to lose me. She said loudly, smiling with the same beautiful smile he was obsessed with. She smiled genuinely happily and no longer suffered from it.

When the camera clicked, she had a portrait of herself. The beautiful girl sat on the bench just as he wanted: calm, beautiful, peaceful.

Having something beautiful is your eternal happiness. (To be continued.) )