Sanxia's daily routine is as orderly as the fixed beating of the hands.

Sell vegetables in the morning, rest in the afternoon, and paint on the terrace in the evening under the sunset.

Among the few luggage brought by Zichajia Village, painting tools accounted for half of them.

In the evening, Sanxia set up her easel on the terrace as usual, ready to start her daily practice.

The West Lake in the distance shimmered in the sun, and as if she had thought of something, she put down her paintbrush and walked to the terrace, staring at it for a long time. She reached out and touched the black rope around her neck, to which was tied a silver ornament in the shape of a leaf. Small, shiny.

Touching the little silver leaf, she called softly, "Mom." ”

This is the only relic left by her mother, the peasant woman who adopted Sangxia for three years, and it was taken from the neck of her dead mother, and it was also the grace of this person with a heart that made her keep such a thought.

Fusu stood at the bottom of the camphor in the front yard, looking at the girl bathed in the sunset on the terrace. The big eyes reflect the distant mountains and blue lakes, bright and beautiful.

In this way, she stood on a high place overlooking the lake, and he stood under the tree and stared up.

It's been a long time, and no one cares how long it's been.

A breeze swept through the treetops, and when the leaves of the camphor trees danced and there was a clattering sound, suddenly there was a sharp pain somewhere in the heart. Fusu gasped, and the pain disappeared in an instant.

He lowered his head, a little stunned, in those beautiful eyes he actually saw her past!!

A small figure fell between the ridges of the field, splashed with mud, which should have been what Sang Xia looked like when he was six or seven years old. When she was about ten years old, she stood alone on the school playground, and some naughty teenagers made grimaces and mocked her, "Beggar woman, don't come to my house for dinner" and "Don't come to my house"...

When she was more than ten years old, she came to the ancestral hall with a burlap bag, and an old man said, "Xiao Xia, you live here, help watch the ancestral hall collect tickets, manage the meal, and stutter" She nodded obediently and obediently, "Well, thank you Fourth Grandpa"; when she was seventeen or eighteen years old, she went up the mountain to pick tea before dawn, carrying flatbread and water cylinders, and kept picking without going down the mountain or resting; she happily bought painting tools and fabrics with the wages of tea picking; she talked to herself every day by the bamboo bushes in the backyard of the ancestral hall. She sat by a strange creek and wept as she had done when her mother had left her...

Fusu was a little stunned, and lowered his head silently, and two crystals oozed out of his eyes at some point. Stunned, he reached out to wipe it, took a deep breath, straightened up, and looked up at the girl who was still standing.

Turning around and following her gaze, he looked at the lakes and mountains in the distance, rippling waves.

He has seen the hearts of many people, and people always have more desires than desires.

Desire is more beautiful than obtain, but desire is taking, taking, blindly taking.

How long has it been since you've seen a heart like hers?

Or, he'd never seen a heart like hers. Her heart is like a realm on the clouds, clear as blue and unstained with wind and dust.

It is not easy to live, 20 years of hardship, step by step, growing up little by little. She accepts the good and bad of others one by one. It's not about enduring, it's about accepting. It's not a submissive humility. She just calmly accepted.

Those contemptuous cynicisms also made her cry aggrieved, but it didn't take long for her to forget about people's badness and only remember others for good. I grew up eating 100 family meals in Chajia Village, and when I grew up, I naturally repaid others. As in the fairy tale, the kind villagers raised the little girl, and when the girl grew up, she turned into a fairy and brought precious gifts to the villagers.

Of course, she didn't become a little fairy, but she tried to do everything she could to give back to others.

She also has dreams.

The eldest grandfather in the village, Chong Xian, was her enlightenment husband, and as soon as he was free from farm work, he went to the old man's house to learn painting. After a few years of study, she only took a few months to go from a jerky and clumsy grip pen to a smooth hook. After the old man died, nature became her only and best teacher. Talent and diligence, get up early and carry heavy painting tools on your back to go long distances and then go up the mountain, unremitting in spring and autumn, and not lazy in summer and winter. I dream that in the future, I can present the beauty I see in my paintings.

Although, twenty years have been muddy all the way. Although, it is possible that life will not go too smoothly in the future. But she didn't seem to care about the tragic fate of most people. At a young age, he is optimistic and open-minded, and he doesn't remember the hardships he has endured, and he has only one simple purpose in his heart.

She's real, and she's seriously living!

Fusu suddenly remembered that afternoon, the top of the mountain in the rain, the girl who suddenly broke in, and the inadvertent wish, but when he was in a trance, he inexplicably and couldn't help but lay that gorgeous rainbow for the girl.

And no one knows why that magnificent rainbow appeared.

The world admires beauty, but it doesn't know why it is beautiful.

He has the extraordinary ability to transcend life and death, and has become a unique and strange being in the world. Every day, I listen to the countless voices of the world, but I no longer pay attention to those wishes and prayers.

He was deaf and stopped hearing.

Resentment and beauty are no longer related to him.

What he saw in his eyes was mediocrity, what he couldn't forget was the resentment and hatred buried in his heart, and his soul couldn't be happy for a moment.

What is the use of immortality?

He has gone numb in the years, and he is no longer merciful because of the weight of life.

She is as immature and simple as a newborn baby, and all the luck and misfortune are more like a white roll under her hand here, pure and indifferent.

Carrying the resentment and grief that is difficult to let go of and has nowhere to vent, every step forward in the long years is like a pulp, heavy as a thousand catties. He also knows that the mountains and rivers are beautiful, but such beauty is like a jewel in the dust to him, which can never shine into the darkness and light in his heart.

No matter how hard her life experience is, it is very difficult to earn an extra point, but she walks like stepping on the clouds, her steps are brisk, she is in a small mountain village, her heart is in the nine heavens, and the claustrophobic ancestral hall can't shut her brightness.

She was like a star, the brightest star, shining brightly in the dark night.

He seems to be as elegant and sparse as the breeze and the moon, but in fact he is imprisoned in the heavy yoke of the soul cage.

She, the bright star, with the light he longed for, fell lightly and stayed beside him.

So, if you can, don't leave.

He looked at her. Unaware of it, a longing that had never risen in his heart before, this hope tugged at his heartstrings. In the depths of his vast and pale soul realm, the giant tree of Emperor Bai quietly spread its branches, spreading upward with joy.

The wheel of life unconsciously changed its trajectory, and everything was surging silently.

As the night gradually rose, among the stars, there seemed to be a pair of invisible eyes, watching him!