"Look, what a wonderful world it is. "The girl in the straw hat is riding on a man's neck, and her immature and clear eyes look in the direction that the man is pointing, and there is an endless field.

The sky was full of sunshine, white clouds, and birds. The grass is everywhere, the flowers are blooming, and the butterflies are lingering. Not far away is a small river that flows through a lush forest. A few grazing deer ran out of the forest, occasionally looking up at them.

"If only I could be here forever. The man muttered, then coughed a few times, and the corners of his eyes seemed to moisten suddenly.

"Father, do people want to play by themselves~" The immature little girl pinched the man's ears and said coquettishly.

"Go Lian, don't run too far. "The man puts down the girl. Then spread out what you were carrying. Prop up the artboard and staple the canvas......

He is Lian's father, a painter, and the forest in the distance has become the landscape he wants to freeze this time.

When Lian was still young, she forgot her father's only advice, and she didn't know how far she had run to chase butterflies, and when she was tired, she fell asleep leaning against the shade of a big tree, which was summer, and the cicadas on the tree were the only clear echoes of her beautiful memories.

There seems to be something in the depths of this memory that whimpers like an evening breeze. When she was a little older, she realized that her father had drowned in the river that day, and before he died, he had completed the painting called the Sleeping Forest. The roots of the trees in this painting are vigorous, firmly rooted in the ground, and the end of the trees is slightly shrouded in the light of the setting sun, which makes people's hearts suddenly feel a sense of peace. On the back of the painting is clearly written, Give it to Lian. This painting seems to convey something to Lian.

Life, Dawn, Heaven. I still hope that Lian can love the world like him.

She suddenly remembered her mother's tears that night. Some say that her father stumbled and fell into the river not far from the tree where she slept in order to find her. But the mother never had the slightest intention of blaming Lian.

The mother said that it was the father's own choice and that she understood her husband. In her description, her father was a painter who loved the world more than anyone she knew, and although his paintings did not sell for much money, he was happy to be with him even if he was difficult. My father had an incurable disease before he died, and this painting, titled Sleeping Forest, is the only thing my father chose to define his life.

Her mother worked hard to pull the lotus to grow up, and sometimes when she stopped and looked back, she seemed to see that her mother was a continuation of her dead father. She also loves the world, she will put her hand out of the window to touch the cool when it rains, she will stretch out her arms to embrace the breeze when the wind rises, she will crouch down to carefully observe the flowers and plants growing in the middle of the stone crevices, and she will even try to talk to squirrels and birds.

"Did the cicadas chirp that summer mean something to me?" Hayashi thought more than once, what would the cicada have to say?

If only my father were still alive. Although Lian thought so, she never blamed her father for her choice, just as her mother never regretted her choice. The world has chosen us, and we deserve to be respected, whether we choose the way we die or the way we choose to live.

The cicadas chirped again, and the summer wind gently blew on Lian's face, and Lian's consciousness suddenly became a little sober, and those complicated emotions just now were like a long and profound dream. She opened her eyes in a daze, and saw her father, who smiled and stroked her head a few times, and then slowly walked towards the river not far away, it turned out that what her mother said was right, her father did not stumble into the river to find her, but his father found her and touched her head.

The father walked towards the gurgling water step by step, and Lian knew that his father had chosen to drown in the river, and he was going to end his life. But she didn't stop it, her father was just choosing his own life.

"Lian, do you know why we gave you that name?"

Lian recalls that her father once told her: "Because of this world, he has not only a good side but also a bad side, which is why people complain about the hardships of this world and leave this world in a panic." Lian didn't really understand anything, but she nodded as if she pretended to understand.

The father pointed to the lotus flower in the pond and continued, "The lotus, born from the dark soil, accepts the fact that it was born in the mud, and absorbs the nutrients of the dark earth, but it can bloom in the most beautiful posture in the world." Father's words were like ripples, swinging in Lian's mind in a circle, constantly setting off slight waves.

When Lian came back to her senses, she saw her father jump into the river. She ran towards the river, and because she suddenly regretted not taking a good look at her father.

However, the creek did not make the popping sound that it had expected when it fell into the water, and a breeze blew from the edge of the creek. She looked curiously at the gurgling water, but did not see her father. The water of the river was clear, reflecting the sky, and the fish were swimming in the water, but it was more like swimming in the clouds in the sky, and she looked intently, and among the tumbling white clouds, a flat boat was slowly rowing.

Something seemed to crack in Lian's mind, and many memories gushed out of the crack.

Are these real? Or are they just dreams?

She watched as the world began to crumble in front of her, and all the brilliant colors of fields, rivers, forests, and so on, merged together to form black, slowly spinning. It's just that the gray boat is still slowly cruising in the dark void.

"Lotus, out of the mud without staining. Even though it's a dark world, I still love it. ”

"Standing in the world you have built, what is there to fear. Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, the face of an old man in a hat overlapped with that of her father. In an instant, the sky swirled, and the dots that merged into black swirls suddenly reversed, disintegrating into a multitude of colors, like a paintbrush swaying wantonly on the canvas. The sky flows into the river, the white clouds swallow the ground, and a flat boat slowly arrives, forming a new world with a brushstroke.

"Lotus, collapse and rebirth. At this moment, I'm going to choose a world. Lian's eyes shone with a clear light. It seems that he has understood life, reincarnation, and death all at once.

The old man stood next to her and handed an item to Lian, "Master, I am the spirit of the No. 1 artifact, the ukiyo-e scroll: the fairy ...... in the painting"

"You said that when I could find you, I would be able to get rid of my worries. Lian calmly turned her head to look at the old man beside her, with an indifferent expression: "I don't have any confusion. I remembered everything, mayfly. ”