This kiss, the knife used all the strength in his life, like the last kiss.

Ding Lan was taken aback by her own thoughts, and reflexively wanted to desperately hold the knife, but the knife did not give her such a chance.

At the last moment when she held herself with both hands, the knife jerked away without hesitation.

Ding Lan's eyes and face were full of tears, and the lips of the knife were still stained with the salty and bitter taste of Ding Lan's tears.

And in the next second, when he raised his head, his eyes were already resolute and firm that could not be ignored.

He moved his lips, as if he wanted to speak, but when the words came to his lips, he was finally swallowed back into his stomach.

Because he knows, Ding Lan understands, she understands!

In the end, Xiaodao resolutely turned around, he didn't dare to look at Ding Lan's eyes or her face again, he was afraid that if he looked at it again, he would not be able to restrain the impulse in his heart.

In the end, he only left Ding Lan with a slender and straight back, running towards the skyrocketing fire in the distance, striding without looking back.

Ding Lan's tears were still raging, at that moment, she looked at the back of the knife, and suddenly wanted to reach out and grab it, but she didn't catch anything except a piece of air.

She was still standing in place, stunned, with all kinds of voices in her ears, and the woman who had been beside her before shouting loudly to rush in had now fallen to the ground, crying loudly.

Ding Lan took a deep breath, wiped the tears on his face, stepped forward, walked over step by step, and squatted beside the woman:

"You have to be confident that the person you love knows that you are waiting for him and will definitely come back!

You have to believe! ”

Ding Lan said word by word in a slightly trembling voice, but he didn't know whether to say it to the woman or to himself.

The woman looked up at her blankly, and the already dead ash in her eyes suddenly lit up, and she suddenly stepped forward and threw herself into Ding Lan's arms, crying loudly like a child who had lost her mother.

Ding Lan refuses to be touched by anyone, and does not like hugs from anyone other than a knife.

But this time, she didn't push the strange woman away.

Perhaps, it's just because, to some extent, they all have the same mood and sympathize with each other.

They are all full of hope, waiting for the return of the most important person in their lives!

After a long time, the woman finally calmed down, her snot and eyes were confused, but she didn't care at all:

"Hmmm! I believe! ”

Ding Lan pursed her lips and didn't speak, but stood up, and at this time, the mobile phone she put in her pocket suddenly trembled.

At that moment, it seemed to be like a life-threatening spell, which made Ding Lan's entire body stiffen in place.

Rao is like this, she still mustered up the courage, with difficulty, little by little, took out the mobile phone from her pocket and put it in front of her.

It's a WeChat message, the sender, and it's a familiar name.

Penknife!

Ding Lan's heart seemed to be thrown into the clouds, trembling and shrinking, but it couldn't sink. She put her trembling fingertips on the touch screen and clicked on the WeChat message-

In this world, disasters happen every second!

There are always people who have no hesitation!

Ding Lan, don't live up to it, be a good person!

At that moment, Ding Lan's world seemed to be falling, all the strength in her body was drained, she stood in place blankly, she didn't know what to say, what to do, and couldn't move.

Behind him, at this moment, a huge explosion broke out countless times and countless times louder than before.

Deafening, the sky is shattering!

Ding Lan's fists couldn't help but clench together, but she couldn't move, she couldn't turn back, her chest seemed to have a backlog of pain, and in the end, it only turned into a long howl that looked up to the sky-

"Ahh

That voice, heartbreaking, made countless people listen to it, shocked and moved.

In the end, it was only buried in the sound of explosions!

Tears raged silently, Ding Lan clutched his mobile phone tightly, but he couldn't make a sound anymore, and he couldn't hear any sound.

In front of her eyes, only the last back of the knife remained, resolute and upright.

Knife, I see, I'm definitely not going to-

Live up to it and be a good person!

……

A year later.

Ding Lan, the most famous, mysterious and topical painter of the festival, mysteriously disappeared a year ago and lost all news.

A year later, the news broke out that she was going to hold an art exhibition.

At the beginning, those wealthy businessmen who liked her works, some fans, and professionals who loved her paintings professionally were all shocked.

The top floor of the Mohs Building, the chairman's office.

Lin Man stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window in the office, looked at the newspaper in his hand, read the entire report word for word, and lowered his hand for a moment.

With a pair of cold eyes, she looked at the bustling and busy M City under her feet, but her heart was sour.

It's been a year!

It's been a year since Knife died. At the beginning, Ding Lan told her the news. However, only through an email.

Lin Man didn't believe it at all, she inquired through various methods, and even tried to contact Ding Lan, but to no avail.

Knife died in the huge explosion in Sky Harbor City a year ago, and countless people were killed in that disaster, but Knife was just one of them.

Even, even when the final commendation statistics, his name did not appear.

Lin Man finally accepted it, although sad, but it seemed to be understandable.

The knife has always been such a person in her heart!

He may not be remembered, but Lin Man knows in his heart that in this world, there are always a few people who will never forget in their lives, a man called Xiaodao, who always has an evil and crazy smile on the corner of his mouth.

And Ding Lan, Ding Lan, who had been missing for a year, suddenly reappeared a year later.

Does this mean that she has forgotten the past?

Although Lin Man knew that it was the right thing to do!

The dead are gone, and the living are actually the most painful. She didn't understand, nor was she completely aware of the relationship between Xiaodao and Ding Lan. But sometimes, it only takes one glance for her to be able to tell.

Xiaodao and Ding Lan are both using up their lives in love.

Now, the knife is gone, and only Ding Lan is left, one year is enough!

Enough for her to let go and face life again!

But Lin Man believes that for Ding Lan, in this life, there will be a man called Xiaodao, hidden in Ding Lan's heart, which can never be erased or replaced.

Knives, in this way, will you be very happy?

Thinking of this, Lin Man couldn't help but smile lightly, then gathered his expression, turned around, walked to the desk, and pressed the internal phone:

"Yaxin, help me book a ticket to the port city, as well as a VIP ticket for the Ding Lan Painting Exhibition.

If you can, get in touch with the organizers, I'd like to see ......."

Lin Man said and spoke, suddenly paused, as if he suddenly remembered something, and suddenly changed his words:

"Forget it, just help me book my plane and tickets.

On the organizer's side, there is no need to contact it! ”

"Okay!"

Hanging up the phone, Lin Man picked up the newspaper again, the photo of Ding Lan in the newspaper should have been taken before, because her eyes were as cold as the first time she saw Ding Lan.

Now, Lin Man believes that with a knife in Ding Lan's heart, it must no longer be the same!

……

Three days later, Lin Man landed at Gangcheng International Airport and was greeted by someone who had arranged in advance.

Originally, the people who came to greet him wanted to take Lin Man to the hotel to check in, rest and then have a meal. But Lin Man refused.

Her expression was cold, her face was expressionless, and she said lightly in a voice without a trace of emotion:

"No need, send me to the art exhibition!"

When the staff heard this, although they were surprised, they didn't dare to say anything, and drove Lin Man directly to the international exhibition hall in the center of the port city.

Standing at the door of the exhibition hall, Lin Man couldn't help but take a deep breath.

This exhibition is larger than expected.

She took out the invitation and tickets and walked inside. On the walls of the exhibition hall, there are paintings of Ding Lan.

And after a glance, Lin Man found that Ding Lan's paintings were completely different from before.

I heard that all the proceeds from this art exhibition will be donated to charity.

Ding Lan paused, then avoided his steps and began to feel and appreciate each painting with his heart.

In the past, when Ding Lan had a knife by his side, there was also sadness and loneliness that could not be concealed in the painting, as well as depressing negativity. And now, the knife has gone to heaven, but all the things in Ding Lan's paintings are gone.

Her paintings become positive, giving people strength and hope.

Lin Man felt relieved while looking at it, until he walked to the innermost end of the exhibition hall and saw that on the wall, when there was only one painting hung, the whole person seemed to have been hit by something, and he couldn't move anymore.

It was the only painting in the entire exhibition that was monotonous and gray, and the painting was painted with the back of a man.

Although he couldn't see his appearance, Lin Man recognized the back with just one glance.

Penknife!

At that moment, Ding Lan's eyes couldn't help but swell and misty. She could see that Ding Lan poured all her feelings into this painting!

Knife, you see, she really remembers you!

Sure enough, she loves you deeply, whether you are alive or not!

"Miss, I want to buy this painting!"

Suddenly, behind him, a long, unfamiliar, but familiar voice sounded in the bone marrow, making Lin Man think that he had seen a ghost for a while.

And immediately after, a staff member responded:

"I'm sorry sir, but this painting is the only one that is not for sale in this exhibition.

Sir, if you like Miss Ding Lan's paintings, you can choose the others! ”

"No! I want this one, and since you put it out, let people buy it! If you don't sell it, why put it out? ”

The man did not give up, and the staff could only patiently explain and apologize:

"I'm sorry sir, this painting really can't be sold!"

"Oh?"

The man suddenly chuckled:

"You tell Ding Lan that I want to buy this painting, do you want to see if she sells it?"