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For most of the past six months, this beautiful and sturdy fortress by the water alley of the water city in the south of the Yangtze River has also been shaken by the intensive carpet bombardment from the far north. Since Zhou You returned to Beijing, Shui Hong was disturbed by Zhou You's phone ringing every few days; was disturbed by the various picture albums sent by Zhou You. On the eve of the opening of the autumn exhibition, Zhou You called almost once a day, and the heat jumped to the boiling point. He told Shui Hong that he had temporarily borrowed a mobile phone from a friend for her and could call her at any time and anywhere. Shui Hong felt that she was about to be burned by his hot nonsense.

At the beginning, Shui Hong was still able to calmly face Zhou You's attack. She classifies Zhou's various fanatical behaviors as artists' games, childishly cute and ridiculous. Shui Hong put down the phone and often comforted Lao Wu and said: It's okay, it's okay, I know, it doesn't matter, after a few days, he will slowly cool down. It's rare for him to be so sincere, so let's not hurt him......

Shui Hong carefully held on to her psychological defenses. Behind this line of defense is the family she has worked hard to maintain for more than ten years, and a safe and prosperous small building that the whole alley admires. Behind this small family, there is also a family of in-laws who own larger properties, more jade antiques, and abundant family wealth. The eldest son, Wu Hanxiong, is the main heir of the Wu family, and his younger brother owns a powerful private company and has a good reputation in the business world. Shui Hong has been married to the Wu family for many years, and has always been very favored by the two old men, and soon she and Lao Wu plan to move to a more comfortable Wu family mansion. She also has a husband who is the envy of the women of the whole alley and is secretly loved by many women, as well as her lovely daughter Ani. By the time Zhou You left Suzhou, she had already transferred the cement, sandbags and coagulants from her emotional experience to seal the emotional wellhead that had just begun to erupt. In Zhou You's first spring offensive, she almost easily fended off his seductive field. She hoped that the distance of time and space could intercept him at the end of the Grand Canal, without crossing or boating, slowly cooling and extinguishing the love fire in his heart.

But as the temperature rises, after summer, in the humid rainy weather in the south of the Yangtze River, Shui Hong feels something wrong. Zhou You, instead of not having the strength to comfort Lao Wu as she said, intensified his efforts and launched a fierce summer offensive. She felt that the wellhead that had been sealed by herself had been blasted open again by Zhou You.

When Lao Wu went to work, Shui Hong was preparing for class in the study, and was often shocked by Zhou You's hurried ringtone; He didn't know where he got so many feelings and so much energy, and sometimes while he was drawing, he called her and told her what he was drawing and what colors he was using. What he talked about the most was the exhibition he was preparing, telling her that there was a Guinness record-breaking love letter in the world, the world's heaviest love letter, was about to be completed, and that the painting technique was basically to the extent of the heart, the brush, the shape, the color, and the effect. Several other paintings were conceived very quickly, sometimes five or six small sketches could be drawn in a day, often in one go, one painting at a time. He said that he was not painting, but spray-painting, painting like a blowout, and he could paint quite satisfactory works in five or six days at most, and he couldn't hold back once he painted.

After a few more days, Zhou You stopped talking on the phone, and he suddenly abandoned traditional weapons and conventional tactics, and upgraded the war of love to the stage of nuclear weapons. He used the Psychic Warhead, his colorful oil paintings, and fired them at Suzhou in a steady stream. After the summer, the Shuihong family began to receive mail or consignments from Beijing. There are paintings in the rolls, pictures with frames in the wooden box, and instructions are attached to tell them in detail how to assemble and how to protect. Rainbow was thinking about how to hang them on the wall, but found that there were grappling hooks for hanging pictures in the box, and even ropes that matched the color of the walls of her house. The manual also suggests which painting should be hung in which room, which wall, how high it should be hung, and so on. The parcels and mailboxes are getting heavier and heavier, and there are not only paintings, but also hanging plates drawn by him, valuable imported picture albums and art books, large slides of art works, as well as hand-painted birthday cards for Ah Ni, imported colored pens, picture books and woodcarved hairpins. It was like he was eager to move his house. The rhythm of life of the Wu family was completely disrupted by the flood peak from Beijing, and Lao Wu and Ah Ni went to the post office and the railway station to pick up bags and pick up goods in three days. The cracks in Shui Hong's heart began to burst gradually. She smelled the rich smell of oil paints and toning oils floating in the air of the room after unpacking and unpacking, as if she had returned to that spring afternoon, Zhou You painted a portrait of her face-to-face, and a poetic atmosphere haunted her for a long time, making her fascinated. With the passing of spring, the oil paints on the three paintings he left behind have long since dried up, and the smell on the paintings, the smell of Zhou You's emotions and love, has gradually dissipated. But the arrival of new paintings has filled Xiaolou with oil paint again, no, it is Zhou You's breath, Zhou You is like a ubiquitous aura, coercing and coercing her, so that she has no way to escape.

Those framed paintings seem to have just been removed from the wall of the painting exhibition hall, and there is a sense of the original famous painting. Rainbow feels like a wealthy collector. She looked at the colorful works, but she felt that she had no merit, and she had no reason to accept such an expensive gift from him. If it were other painters, he might have exchanged these paintings for US dollars and Hong Kong dollars, but Zhou You is like a Saudi crown prince who spends a lot of money, using paintings to pay for the happiness of his love. What distressed Shui Hong the most was that on one occasion, she actually received two award-winning works from Zhou You, along with articles by critics, color pages published in art magazines, newspaper reports, and award certificates torn in half. She knows that artists often cherish their award-winning works, and are reluctant to sell them even when they are in dire need of money and are destitute. It is the capital for a painter to establish himself and be promoted to the title of evaluation, and it is also the main symbol to prove the value of the painter and the value of the painting. After all, there are not too many award-winning works, and Zhou You actually gave her his works in the National Art Competition and a foreign biennale as a token of love. She couldn't bear to take something so precious from him for herself. Zhou You, could it be that he really loved her so much that he lost his mind?

Shui Hong told him in a phone call from Zhou You that this was too much. He should cherish his artistic achievements. She plans to hang the two paintings at home for a few days for the time being, admire them for a while, and return them to him when she has the opportunity. Zhou You didn't wait for her to finish, and said on the other end of the phone that he wanted to cut out his heart and dip it in a specimen bottle to give to her, did he still care about any hard work? As long as he lives, he will have new award-winning works, even if he doesn't win awards, it's not a big deal, he has his own criteria for awards, he doesn't think his award-winning works are his most valuable things, these two paintings are perhaps not as proud as the portrait he painted in Suzhou. At the end, he panted and asked loudly, "I painted those paintings with my heart, but do you know what kind of things I painted for you?" Shui Hong was silent. Of course she knew what he was drawing with, but she didn't want to give the answer that embarrassed her.

Rainbow was blown up, and she could hardly use her own mind to think. The wellhead, which had already cracked, was blown out of a deeper ravine. She didn't have the strength to fill them in. She finally couldn't stand it anymore and begged Zhou You not to kill her with love, begging him not to force her and give her some time to think. She felt that she could no longer resist the stormy love that came to her. It is really as stubborn and terrible as cancer, cut and long, long and cut, at this moment it has spread all over the body, and no surgery can do anything, the cancer cells that continue to divide and multiply, malignantly devouring her love for Lao Wu in the past, biting and eroding the previously seemingly healthy body to bruises all over the body. But strangely, it was benign to her life, with a lasting renewing power that made her feel happy and young. She began to believe that the emotions between herself and Zhou You were no longer dew, but pearls that could not be dried by the sun and time. It's just that it hides in the pearl mussels of deep water, and it emits a long-lasting and moist luster at the bottom of the lake.

Zhou You's paintings make the four walls of the Wu family shine. The small building of the Wu family is really like an artistic palace, accompanied by two beautiful princesses. After several relatives and friends who knew how to paint, they all said that these paintings were very valuable. Shui Hong asked Lao Wu to adjust the position of the paintings, and concentrated the paintings upstairs to avoid attracting thieves.

However, Lao Wu's mood became heavy day by day. Since the beginning of summer, since the powerful painting bullets have flown one by one, the water rainbow has become more and more elusive day by day. She no longer comforted him and said that he was all right, and she often sat alone under the window, admiring the paintings for a long time, and her expression was so confused that her soul did not know where it had drifted. In all fairness, Lao Wu also likes Zhou You's paintings, and these original oil paintings with delicate frames reveal amazing creativity and artistic talent, which makes Lao Wu ashamed and breathless. He had to admit that Zhou You was indeed an excellent painter, and Zhou You really loved Shui Hong sincerely. What's even worse is that between Zhou You and Shui Hong, Zhou You and him Wu Hanxiong, there is neither secret nor conspiracy, everything is going on frankly and openly, and it can only be fair competition with the strength and endurance of both sides. Although Lao Wu hated this visitor in his heart, this hateful and terrible rival in love, suddenly and unexpectedly, it only took three days to break the comfortable and peaceful life of the Wu family for more than ten years, but Lao Wu was a cultured and educated man after all, and he was unwilling to let the jealousy and anger in his heart behave like a small citizen, which made Shui Hong look down on himself. He hopes that he will still maintain a decent and noble image in Shui Hong's heart, and let Shui Hong make the final choice by himself. This method worked very well, and Shui Hong really refused Zhou You's invitation in the autumn, and did not go to Beijing to see the art exhibition, but obediently stayed at home. He quietly watched Shui Hong's inner struggle, and understood that Shui Hong didn't really want to go to Beijing, but mostly to take care of his emotions. Once Shui Hong really stepped out of this house, she may never have a way back.

In fact, Lao Wu knows very well in his heart that Shui Hong has been living in a fairly wealthy family since she married him, which makes her not like those poor women, who are forced and distracted by poverty, and can only regard wealth and power as the most important goals in life. Shui Hong's indifference comes from her living environment, and what she needs and desires is precisely the so-called exchange of ideas that Lao Wu is difficult to provide her. She has an old classmate who has been pursuing her since she was in junior high school, and is now a multimillionaire in the silk industry in Suzhou, known as Boss Bai, and is still unmarried. He once threatened that if he couldn't meet a woman more beautiful than Shui Hong, he would rather have an outer room than marry a wife. Suzhou's celebrities, romantic talents, and people who entangle Shui Hong have always been a few, but Shui Hong is always indifferent. However, Shui Hong is not invulnerable, and in her comfortable life, she is accustomed to a habit of indulgence in fantasy, and emotion and art are her weakest line of defense. In Lao Wu's view, Shui Hong is actually a person like Zhou You who can't distinguish between life and art. Therefore, Zhou You's intrusion has become the possibility of the continuation and realization of her dream. Not only did she not want to fortify, but she even deliberately lured the enemy deeper. Lao Wu was anxious and painful, but helpless. Lao Wu, who has been deeply involved in the world, understands the simplest truth in the world: if she wants to leave, it is not that she is snatched away by others, but that her heart has gradually left him.

In this heart-to-heart battle from spring to autumn, Ah Ni is the most public member of the family to express his emotions. Whenever the postage list and bill of lading arrived, she asked her father to pick it up immediately, and she couldn't wait for even a day. As soon as she unpacked the bag and opened the bag, she guarded it every step of the way, asking her father to hang the paintings given to her by her eldest brother in her small room immediately, and then she went to see Zhou You's other paintings.

In the past six months, under Zhou You's heavy artillery bombardment of Shui Hong, Ah Ni was also blown up by Zhou You. Her adoration and admiration for her big brother has quickly transformed from hazy to blatant fever. She is like a magnolia sapling that has been watered for the first spring rain, and before the green leaves can sprout, it blooms its white and delicate buds early. Although the buds are disproportionate to its thin branches, they are top-heavy, but they are unusually pitiful. The young shoots of fourteen-year-old early love were likely to slowly dry up with Zhou You's departure. However, she grew next to a mature and beautiful tree in full bloom, and when a gardener who was obsessed with this flower tree continued to water the tree diligently, the small tree was also moistened by him again. Her roots are not yet extended, she doesn't have too much water and nutrients, and she can drink enough as long as her big brother takes a little care of her. This is something that Zhou You never expected. This naturally precocious, impatient and willful girl was unintentionally urged by her big brother to fatten up, and the emotion that she herself recognized as love grew vigorously.

"Big brother is really a good brother who counts." Every time Ah Ni receives a call from Zhou You, she is always so excited that she can't be quiet for a long time. At the beginning, as soon as Zhou You came to the phone, she pressed the amplification button, so that every corner of the living room echoed Zhou You's voice. After a few days, Ah Ni began to grab the microphone, took the cordless phone, hid in the bathroom or kitchen, and came out for a long time, her eyes were shining, her face was crimson, and no one knew what she said to Zhou You. Lao Wu had to ask Zhou You not to call Ah Ni when she was at home, but Zhou You would receive a letter from Ah Ni immediately, telling him to call her on Saturday night or Sunday morning. The language on A'Ni's phone became more and more bold and intimate. One moment it is a dream, one moment is a painting, one moment laughs happily and sighs a while. Zhou You's telephone painting lectures were very difficult, and they were often interrupted by various emotional cues that Ah Ni kept inserting, so Zhou You had to end hastily.

Throughout the spring, Ah Ni's painting level and her fever for Zhou You kept jumping up together. After entering the early summer, the works from Beijing that exude the fragrance of oil painting have mixed Ah Ni's painting interest and love for Zhou You indistinguishably, like gasoline burning at a moment's notice.

Since Ah Ni's room is the smallest, Zhou You gives her the most paintings. In the summer vacation, the "painting furnace" that the eldest brother promised to arrange for her was finally built. Her room is covered with seven large and small paintings. There are beautiful forest scenes, a pair of white cranes dancing by the lake, three or four ballet girls practicing dance, and some modern paintings with jumping colors and abstract distortions. But Ah Ni's favorite is the painting "The Wolf of the North" that Zhou You gave to his mother: a big wolf, covered with snow, squatting on the top of a hillside, looking up at the moon and howling. But in that huge moon, there are no osmanthus trees and Chang'e, but a hazy grassland. Ah Ni begged her mother to hang this painting in her room, but her mother did not agree.

Every time she receives a painting from her big brother, it's like receiving a birthday gift and growing up a year older. Every time she receives a painting, she has a beautiful dream. I dreamed of having a picnic with my big brother on the grass, feeding white cranes by the lake, or my big brother carrying her to climb a mountain and watch the sunrise. Once, she also dreamed that she was rolling on the snow with a big wolf in her arms, covered in snow but not cold at all. The next day, she tried to draw her dreams, and then sent the sketches to Zhou You. Zhou You said to her with a smile on the phone, girls should not dance with wolves, if it is changed to a big dog, the picture will be much kinder.

Zhou You's intensive bombardment of the Wu family was originally to open the door to Shui Hong's heart. The overwhelming waves of air and smoke turned out to shake Ah Ni, who didn't need to be bombed at all, out of the circle and out of her age. In just a few months, Rainbow found that Ah Ni's behavior was becoming more and more like a big girl. Ah Ni went in and out, and began to stay in front of the mirror often, picking on the style and color of the clothes, either this one was too classical or that one was too trendy; If she doesn't receive a call from Zhou You for a week, she will lose her temper and do whatever she wants at home, not listening to anyone. Sometimes I lie listlessly on the sofa as if I am suffering from heat stroke.

In the face of Ah Ni's various obsessive performances, Shui Hong and Lao Wu were a little at a loss for a while. Shui Hong was particularly distressed, feeling that it was difficult for her parents to maintain their authority in the face of a young and wayward girl.

Does a big girl subconsciously imitate or envy her mother?

If imitation fails, jealousy is useless, will she develop a rebellious mentality, emotionally contradicting her parents and behaving awkwardly with them, trying to defeat her mother in this way?

From the humanoid painting that Ah Ni gave to Zhou You before Zhou You left, Shui Hong suddenly understood Ah Ni's thoughts. At first she was shocked, then she was confused. When she found that her daughter, who had always been regarded as her child, had begun to have a hazy sense of femininity, Shui Hong felt sad for the first time that she was getting old. At the age of thirty-three, he is actually no longer young. In more than ten years of peaceful married life, in the lonely years when she was closed by her beauty for a long time, she once thought that youth was an inexhaustible resource, enough for her to enjoy the happiness of being pampered and cared for forever, and she also calmly looked forward to the dream of love that had not yet come. This ethereal imagination of the future might have lasted forever if it weren't for A'Ni's sudden intervention, but A-Ni ruthlessly woke her up from her dream.

When the door of love's heart finally opens heavily, she finds another woman standing in the door. It was a rainbow more than ten years ago, and it was the reflection of the rainbow's youth. The past tense becomes the present tense, and the present tense is replaced by the past tense, so can she still have the future tense?

Sometimes Rainbow felt as if fate was playing a malicious joke on her. Time will transfer her former beauty to her daughter, will she really become her first competitor?

When autumn came, Shui Hong finally refused the invitation of Zhou You's painting exhibition, half of it was for Lao Wu, and the other half was for Ah Ni. She hasn't decided whether or not to join the competition, or rather, she doesn't want to be qualified at all. She would rather give Zhou You the choice and let it turn into a friendly exhibition match. Rainbow has read many biographies of artists, and she knows that many great artists in history have had extremely brilliant love experiences, but most of their married lives have been unhappy. Zhou You is a person who can't distinguish between art and love, he uses love to create art, and at the same time he may use art to destroy love. Shui Hong has deep worries about Zhou You's fanatical and straightforward character. She is obviously in love, but she is afraid of this love, afraid that Zhou You just treats her as an illusion of art, so this love will never settle down. Sometimes she felt as if she was in a triangular tent full of nails, with Lao Wu on one side, Ah Ni on one side, and Zhou You on the other, and no matter which side she got out, she could tear down a curtain and collapse the tent completely. She couldn't even move, she didn't want to hurt any of the three of them for herself, she could only be like a dead shell, mistaken for the backbone, supporting the three walls. She can't hurt Lao Wu, she can't hurt Ah Ni, and she can't hurt Zhou You - then, in the end, the only thing left is to hurt herself.

After the end of the exhibition, Shui Hong did not receive a call from Zhou You for the first time for three consecutive days. Although she was afraid of his call, the sudden silence of the phone ringing made her panic all day. In those days, she always stayed by the telephone, consciously or unconsciously, and when the bell rang, she trembled and threw herself into the microphone, but every time someone else's voice was in the microphone, she didn't even have the strength to answer. So will Zhou You write to her? The next day, there was no class, but she made a special trip to the college to check the letters. She was extremely disappointed, remembering that Zhou You never wrote letters, and there seemed to be only two ways for him to express his feelings, except for the phone, which was those remote ** - paintings that fell from the sky.

Shui Hong finally decided to call Zhou You. She turned out the mobile phone number that Zhou You had left for her. She worries if something has happened to him. This was the first time she took the initiative to call him after Zhou You left. When Zhou You's faint voice came from the microphone, she felt a huge pain in his heart. He seemed to have fallen in love to the end of his life, standing on the edge of a cliff. Shui Hong's heart twitched violently and ached, and she heard the only thing he said to her, he said that another consignment was about to be sent. That was perhaps his last gift to her.

In late autumn, Zhou You's last gift of the year arrived.

It was a series of three paintings. Each one is square. They can be independent or vertically spliced together to form a large banner of oil painting. The contrast between the tones of the three paintings is enormous: red! White! Black! They touch the chandelier from the ground to the window, and when viewed from the window, there is a thrilling depth of space.

The first one is as red as lava erupted from a volcano. The picture is a frenzied fire burning in the form of a spiral, wrapped in the heat of the crackling of the boulders, like a tornado that can destroy and sweep away all hesitation and cowardice, and the tornado pillar takes on the shape of a twisted human, and the body has become one with the fire. The head at the top of the picture swayed in the heat wave, and the edges burned with the flames, but the face was still recognizable. Shui Hong was horrified to find that it was a self-portrait of Zhou You, his eyes were bulging, but his eyes were stubborn. The colors of the whole picture are not painted flat, but are combined with countless patches of color. Ah Ni's eyes were the sharpest, and she exclaimed, and some of the color blocks were heart-shaped. Shui Hong looked carefully, and the heart-shaped color block seemed to be drawn by Zhou You with a special heart-shaped pen. When he painted, his hands seemed to shake violently, and the heart-shaped blocks of color also seemed to shake. Although each heart was burned into thousands of pieces, each piece still trembled and wept as the storm swirled. In the bright red high temperature and high heat, Zhou You seems to be **, turning into dark red ashes. Shui Hong took a few steps back, and she found that although Zhou You was very hidden, she could still see that Zhou You, who was burning, was actually standing on the edge of the peak cliff, and as long as the storm of fire advanced further, he would ...... Shui Hong closed her eyes tightly. She was terrified, her pupils were a hideous color of blood, and the sea of fire was churning around her......

The second one is a cloudy blue and white. A huge white bird, a grotesquely shaped bird, occupies almost the first half of the picture. The big bird was as white as a lifeless medical plaster, its chest was facing the sky, and its heavy body was falling. The thin wings like white linen have been blown by the air waves, and they are flying like white flags from the funeral. The shape of the big bird's eyes is also familiar to Shui Hong, the eyes look up at the sky, there is no pain, no tears, the black eyeballs have almost been eroded by the whites of the eyes, only the last two points in the pupils seem to be white, not white, crystal silver bright spots. In the lower half of the picture, there is a pale sky, leaving a falling space for the big white bird, which seems to have a short time to think, and then disappears and disappears, a white nothingness without color, no life, no desire......

Ah Ni didn't quite understand the painting. She said, is this painting hanging upside down? The big white bird should be flying face up. But how did the sky get under the birds? She turned her back and bent down, looking at the painting upside down like a big top, still feeling that it was wrong. Even if the painting is reversed, the big bird can't fly like this, and the painting is not hung upside down. She thought this strange big bird was scary, and the bird's eyes were very similar to the eyes of the big brother, what was he thinking? Is he backstroke in the air? No, he's obviously falling. Ah Ni asked her father if the bird had been injured. Lao Wu said, maybe. The big brother probably wanted to use the canvas as wings to fly into the sky, but he didn't succeed. Ah Ni exclaimed: Then open the parachute quickly and save my big brother. As she spoke, her tears began to roll down. I wanted to ask my mother for a napkin to wipe my tears, but I found that my mother's eyes were also wet......

The third one is so black that you can't see your fingers. It's so dark that there's nothing. The last thing Rainbow dared to look at was this last painting. She glanced at it and looked away in horror. At first glance, the picture is pitch black, like a black hole, and it seems that there is nothing. But she knew there must be something darker hidden in the black. She made up her mind a few times, closed the curtains, adjusted the angle of the picture, and removed some of the reflections of the oil paint. Finally, from the cold and blue darkness, from the thick black pigment, some other colors gradually emerged. She slowly saw a little gray, staccato and she knew it was the white linen on the second painting. She took a few more steps back, connecting all the gray-and-white dots on the canvas, and she saw some mutilated human figures, and seemed to find the dark red of the stars, which were delicately outlined with thin relief-like brushstrokes. The looming line seems to be half a symbol, or it may be half a word. She couldn't tell what it was, she could only guess what it meant. Maybe there won't be any other explanation than the word love. She thought that the big bird was falling, so she used its wings to write this word in the air. It may also have been written with splashed blood when it fell to the ground. But that word doesn't really matter anymore. Even if there are no words, the painting is all about love.

Shui Hong's heart was dark. She knew that anyone would have such a day. But people who love each other, at the last moment of leaving this world, must only have this one word in their hearts. Love is the last faint spot of light and a distress signal to disappear on their EEG.

The rainbow also seems to have experienced the whole process of falling from a height. The intense and terrifying red, white, and black colors in these three paintings allow Shui Hong to see Zhou Youai's trilogy: burning, nothingness, and death. These three states and feelings, which are difficult for philosophers and writers to express in abstract or figurative language, are intuitively and clearly expressed by Zhou You's three paintings. Shui Hong feels that deep down in his heart, he has actually experienced this feeling, and perhaps many people will walk through this red, white, and black ladder step by step to reach eternity. Zhou You was by no means an aestheticist painter, but an extreme philosopher. Shui Hong felt the heaviness of Zhou Youai from the painting. She has no way to escape the burning of Zhou You's love, no way to avoid the nothingness that Zhou You can't love, and no way to face the courage of Zhou You's willingness to die for love......

Faced with the silent call of the three giant paintings, Shui Hong made the decision to go to Beijing at that moment. When that voice came out again, Rainbow knew that nothing could stop her.

The day that Lao Wu expected finally came neither early nor late. He couldn't keep Rainbow's heart, which had already been put into someone else's chest. In fact, since the summer, he knew that he had lost her. He even had a sense of guilt with Shui Hong**. He had violated Shui Hong's wishes in bed, and he knew that Shui Hong was only doing his wife's obligations with his eyes closed. Shui Hong's struggle for more than half a year has been abandoned, and more than ten years of love have finally been closed and calmly completed its last journey. Lao Wu was grateful for her frankness and transparency, and a kind of man's self-esteem made him decide to become a rainbow. He will always love her and hate her; will always hate Zhou You. After Shui Hong left, he still had Ah Ni to take care of, and a lot of troubles from Ah Ni waiting for him to recuperate. That day, Ah Ni looked at the third black painting and finally burst into tears. She may not have understood what was going on, but her sensitive heart must have sensed Zhou You's extreme pain. She ran back to her room and didn't come out for a long time, and she seemed unwilling to show her feelings in front of her parents. A deeper worry tormented Lao Wu, so what color will Ani's future world be?

Between Lao Wu and Shui Hong, it seems that there is no need for more explanation. Shui Hong asked Lao Wu to buy a plane ticket from Shanghai to Beijing. When Lao Wu and Ah Ni were not at home, Shui Hong called Zhou You, told him the exact time of the flight, and asked him to pick her up at the airport in four days. Tears flowed down her cheeks, and she finally choked up and said to him the words that she had held back for too long: I love you, and I have been in love with you since the first day I saw you...... After Shui Hong said this, he didn't hear Zhou You's answer for a long time, and he didn't seem to be able to speak anymore. After a while, a strange and faint voice came from the microphone, and after careful discernment, Shui Hong smiled with tears in her eyes - Zhou You seemed to have stuffed the microphone into his chest and pressed it tightly against the beating heart, which was the sound of his galloping horse-like beat.