"Every love is a seed of a flower, but it has different shapes, different colors, and different flowering periods. Some are born gorgeous, some are short-lived, and mine will wait 1,300 years for them to bloom. ”

- Li Bai.

Chapter 1: Beginning as a deacon

In the early autumn of 2018, at midnight, Renai Maternity Hospital was as quiet as an old man with his head down, with plump Su'e hanging high on the branches, and the bright shadow like a fine raindrop, dripping in the breeze. A yellow leaf flew away from the branches, drifting in the ancient and majestic night, singing a song as thin as a cicada's wings, and finally slowly falling under the mottled brick wall. In the corner of the wall stands a lone egret grass, and the bud is slowly revealing its white petals, and it will bloom into an egret with wings spread in an instant.

Suddenly, the piercing cry of a baby could be heard in the distance, instantly breaking the quiet night.

The man who was standing outside the delivery room was relieved and celebrated in the loud cry. If life is like a book, it is the preface, and he is immersed in this wonderful life experience, and he didn't even notice that the big beads of sweat slipped into his eyes.

With a "click", the closed door of the delivery room was pushed open, and a nurse ran out in a panic, and the man immediately greeted him: "Thank you for your hard work, both mother and son are safe, right?"

The young nurse's eyes dodged, and she stopped talking.

The man immediately panicked, and almost at the same time turned and rushed into the delivery room.

The mother, who had just finished giving birth, lay weakly on the bed, with tears in her eyes, and her eyes were full of guilt when she saw her lover come in. A nurse was holding a child, looking at the child in her hand, with an expression on her face as if she had seen a monster.

The man froze at the door, not daring to take a step forward. Director Xiao, who was in charge of the operation, took the initiative to come over and comforted: "Mr. Tong, the operation went well, it's a girl." But you prepare yourself mentally, she's not quite like a newborn."

Hearing this, the man rushed to the nurse and took the swaddling clothes with a trembling hand, and the newborn baby inside was full of wrinkles and goosebumps, "Why is this happening? What is this disease?"

Director Xiao shook his head: "All organs of the newborn are on the verge of failure, like an old man...... This is something we have never heard of. ”

The man suddenly felt five thunderbolts, he silently carried the child to his lover's side, his eyes touched his lover's touch, and the air seemed to hear the sound of two soft hearts shattering.

After a few moments, the man turned his head, licked the calf and looked at the child in his arms with deep affection, tears burst out of his eyes, and he pleaded hoarsely, "Doctor, save my daughter." ”

At this time, thousands of miles away in Beijing, in a brightly lit courtyard, the lights of the room are gathered on an oil painting that occupies almost the entire wall, the paint that has not yet dried solidifies on the canvas into an eternal image, and on the towering tower stands a woman with a phoenix crown, the golden glow of the sunset is plated on the gorgeous phoenix crown layer by layer, and the bright red skirt is as pleated as blood, and the wind is sassy. It's just that her face is blurred, perhaps because the painting is not yet finished, or perhaps it is deliberate by the painter, and this vague outline exudes an infinite pathos, which is unforgettable just by looking at it.

A man in a white trench coat sits in front of the painting to recuperate, the light streaming on his handsome face, and each glare of light becomes gentle as water, carefully carving a touching silhouette. Suddenly, the man's eyebrows frowned, and then he woke up from his sleep, and there was a tingling pain in his palm, and when he opened his palm, a bright red cinnabar mole grew in his palm. Seeing this scene, a wave surged in the man's deep eyes, he raised his head, looked at the woman on the painting in surprise, and a deep voice trembled: "Qingjue, is it really you?"

His voice was frosty in the air, and there was still no response from the silent night.

The man stood in front of the painting for a long time, caressing the woman's blurred eyebrows through a thin layer of air, until the waves in his eyes gradually condensed into tears. The cinnabar mole in his palm unconsciously merged with the gorgeous red dress, transforming into a raging flame, the tongue of fire with teeth and claws ruthlessly devouring his memory, his handsome face distorted by pain, and he seemed to use all his strength to protect the only remaining image in his mind.

The fire grew stronger and stronger, breaking through his city of memories like a bamboo.