'Xiao Wei', that's Zhang Zhen's handwriting. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The words were clearly freshly painted, and there were fresh marks compared to the dull colored ceilings around them.

Where Zhang Zhen is sitting here, you can see Zhou Wei's name when you look up.

She was unhappy that he would rather spend most of his day sitting in the 'study' to create, but she didn't know that he could see her name when he looked up, which was probably the only thing he could do when he sat in this cramped space except to get up.

Zhou Wei's expression began to loosen for a moment, she paused for a while, and the mobile phone on the desktop suddenly rang.

The call came from Zhang Zhen's parents, who asked her when she would be able to pack up her son's belongings and prepare to pick them up.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Wei began to pack up the things on the table, and there was an unsigned letter under the sketch, no address to send it to, and no recipient.

She opened the envelope with some curiosity, and the letter was written by Zhang Zhen to herself.

He was ready to say goodbye to his former self.

In the past, he took on illustration work, taking into account his interests and hobbies, but he lacked time to spend with her.

He works harder than many people, you can see the traces from these thick stacked sketches, he is eager to succeed, eager to give Zhou Wei a better life, whenever he is trapped in this world, feeling tired and boring, he will always look up at the name of Zhou Wei written by his own hand, which will bring him infinite motivation, as if she is still by his side, spurring him to continue to go down, so that he can't give up.

But the dream is contrary to reality, and when he tries to get closer to his dream, he is farther away from Zhou Wei.

When one day, when he found that his girlfriend had nothing to say to him, he didn't find the crux of the problem.

She is very comical and likes to be surprised and moved, but he is introverted and not good at words.

When one day, time has worn away the sweetness and emotion that the two once had, and it was only as calm as a wave of stagnant water, he suddenly began to feel sorry for her.

In his letter, he mentioned that at the beginning of their relationship, she smiled gently and sweetly, and that smile was like sunshine for him, shining into his heart and unforgettable.

One day, when the sun was covered by the dark clouds that had been there for a long time, all that remained between her brows and eyes was gloom and exhaustion.

So he is ready to change himself, as Zhou Wei thought at the beginning, find a job, and the two will work together next.

This also explains that a few days before his accident, he always disappeared mysteriously.

In his old computer, he sent many resumes.

He put away his precious paintbrush, and instead of ordering sketch paper online, he made a list of things she had liked, but he didn't expect that he would die before his wish could be fulfilled.

She was desperate to find something else he had left behind, and she opened the relic he had left behind, a mobile phone in a bag, which the police found at the scene after the accident, the screen had been shattered, but it was still usable.

The password to his phone has been the same for years, and it was her birthday.

When he turned on his phone, Zhou Wei found that the text message he received two days before the accident on his phone showed that he had withdrawn a large amount of money a few days ago, and he didn't know where it was spent.

He hadn't been buying a lot of things lately, and he hadn't even mentioned spending money before the accident, which made her very curious.

She asked Zhang Zhen's parents, and the two sad old men didn't know anything about it.

She wondered if something had happened to Zhang Zhen and she needed money urgently, or that she had lent the money to a friend.

Zhou Wei thought about it for a long time, but he didn't have a clue.

She felt that she couldn't go on like this, and that she should settle with the past.

When Zhou Wei came to the West Lake, where the two often came at the beginning of their relationship, she recalled that when the lights were first on, the two had a quarrel here.

It was the only loud argument between the two, and his personality was so stuffy that he couldn't even speak, which made her even more hysterical.

When she left in the taxi, he stood behind him, looking weak.

The more memories she recalled, the more clear Zhang Zhen's original vague image became in Zhou Wei's memory, she seemed to have regained the sweet feeling of the past, and she forgot how much she resisted the West Lake that the two liked to come to at the beginning of their relationship.

She came to West Lake, to whom he had sworn that he wanted to exhibit his work in an art gallery here.

When she walked down the cobblestone path to the museum, she remembered the early days when she and Zhang Zhen had been here.

At that time, he was still young, and his expression was not as tired as later, but with vigor and longing between his eyebrows and eyes:

"I hope that one day, this place will be full of my work for everyone to enjoy. ”

She couldn't help but laugh:

"The works of the masters are given a unique value only after the death of the master. After she finished speaking, she laughed and coaxed him:

"But don't be discouraged, even if others don't watch it, but I will definitely accompany you to see it that day. ”

The two laughed and giggled at the time, and the two were still inseparable at that time, and then gradually stopped mentioning dreams because she resisted.

Naturally, Zhang Zhen never said that she wanted to fill the museum with his works, and the two never came to the museum together again, so the vows she made at that time naturally stopped counting.

The people who came out of the art museum 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 entered the museum, Zhou was stunned.

It's full of paintings, big and small, all of which are her.

There is when she is asleep, when she is smiling, when she is unhappy and sullen, and when she is contemplative.

It was as if she had entered a wonderful world, full of her shadows, surrounded by mirrors, reflecting every different aspect of her.

These are Zhang Zhen's paintings, but she never knew that he would paint so many of her in this art museum.

Each painting reads: Beloved in this life, please marry me!

She trembled so much that she couldn't help herself, when she thought that love had been destroyed to death in the course of time day after day, when she thought that he didn't understand romance and love, when she thought that there was only habit and peace left between the two, when she thought that love was like chicken ribs, but she forgot the sweetness when she first tasted it.

At the beginning of their relationship, he once said that he wanted to propose to her in the most special way, but later in the course of their relationship, he didn't even say romantic language, she always thought he was a liar, when he had long forgotten his vows, but he didn't expect him to keep it in his heart.

It turns out that love is not gone, it is just a corner of her heart that she is locked in, suppressing it and not letting it appear.

Those things about his love for her did not ring in her ears every day through his words, but through his bits and pieces, they were shown in life and trivial matters.

When you are no longer obsessed with complaining about him, those subtle things seem very clear.

He gets up early to cook for her, the coffee he makes for her when she works overtime, he carefully clips the bookmark half of the book she reads, when she comes home, her slippers are always in the most comfortable position, and there is always a cup of hot water waiting for her at home.

When the person in charge of the art museum arrived, he recognized her and said that Zhang Zhen had confessed something, and mentioned that someone wanted to buy a painting.

Zhou Wei couldn't hear anything clearly, after Zhang Zhen's funeral that day, she had been holding back the sadness and tears, but at this time, she suddenly burst the embankment, she cried loudly, crying like a heartbroken child.