Zhuang Yousheng's generation is different from today's young people, at that time, they left their motherland to stay in the United States, and they did not have much family support, nor much money, but only enthusiasm.

He still remembers that he was carrying a suitcase full of books except for some clothes, and got on the cruise ship. When he arrived in the United States, he and his wife were completely unacquainted, and it was very good to find a place to settle and a humble job.

He has to work and go to class every day, but whenever he has free time, no matter how tired he is, he still likes to visit museums and churches. That moment was probably the most alive time of his life.

Life in the United States is quite poor, and he often has little food and clothing. He remembers one year he pawned his only winter coat to pay the month's rent. Even so, he devoted himself to painting. Later, because he was so poor, his wife left him.

At that time, the situation of Chinese students was not what international students can imagine now. But after all, his rich travel experience gave him a lot of creative materials, and it was those difficult years that allowed him to leave behind paintings, which are all the capital that he has been able to achieve today.

At that time, countless times, in addition to his hard work, he looked up at the sky, and everything was silent, feeling his helplessness and deep distress, as if there was no end to life, no one could see the light, that kind of despair and loss, no one could understand, because in the United States, people advocate oil painting, and there is a market for Chinese ink painting?

For a while, I wanted to turn to oil painting, but then I couldn't give up my own ink painting. Running on this invisible road is decades at a time.

The situation has changed dramatically.

Although he is still not a celebrity, the domestic art world has noticed his achievements and attainments. He returned to China this time to develop well in this area. The art of the country still has to return to its own soil.

He sometimes thinks that life is fair. If he had given up at that time and changed careers, maybe he would have lost any talent in his hands today. It's easy to mix things up in life, but it's hard to be patient, especially if you want to stick to one thing, it's even harder.

A lot of temptations will make you give up, and a lot of tribulations will make you give up.

I thought that before I returned to China, I also visited my ex-wife, and now she is a mother of three children, and she is still living an ordinary and stressful life. Of course, she didn't know that he had been to her house, the old Townhouse, but he looked at it from afar, and his heart was full of emotion, full of mixed emotions.

For so many years after his wife left, he didn't remarry, I don't know if he still can't let go of his ex-wife in his heart, or if no one can occupy his soul. However, he is still used to silently screaming in his heart: Xiao.

They had many pleasant and sweet times together, but since coming to the United States, everything has changed. 's wife, who was originally from a wealthy background, also worked day and night in the United States in order to provide for him to study in an art academy.

The ancients said that if you are poor, you will think about change.

After all, their ideals could not be turned into their wife's belief in struggle, and the poverty that could not see a way out soon made them disagree with the matter of life itself.

When his wife left, he didn't complain. He hoped in his heart that she would be well.

But after so many years, the wife still has not been pulled out of the quagmire of life, but has fallen deeper and deeper. Seeing her pick up her children from school with a haggard face that day, he knew that she was no longer the Xiao she was back then, and she was completely swallowed up by life.

Before leaving, he could only silently bless, and suddenly thought in his heart that if she didn't leave him back then, she should return to China with him now.

His wife's hometown is Shaoxing, and he went to many places after returning to China this time, and the only thing he didn't want to go to was Shaoxing, although there were not many people in his wife's family, even if he was alive, he probably didn't know much about the relationship between their two families.

But in his heart, he was still unwilling to face the once familiar brick by brick, mountain and water.

When they were young couples, they also used to wander in the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River without distractions, the beautiful landscapes, and how many hot love words were remembered. But the ears and temples grind, and finally become sorrow and hatred.

He remembers that he had painted many of his wife's paintings, but none of them have survived. After his wife left, he also wanted to draw a picture as a memory, but the shadow of his wife became so blurry in his mind for some reason.

Once I deeply realized why Zhang Hatshui chose the name Hatshui, and also deeply understood the deep meaning of the word "Disaster Water".

But when he saw his wife's distant figure that day, he seemed to understand how he didn't understand the truth of being a husband back then, and only knew how to blindly sprinkle his grievances on his wife. It's just that the realization always comes so late.

Because of this life experience, he looks down on young people nowadays, stretching out his hand in everything, begging for people in everything, young and frivolous, willful and coquettish, and completely ignorant of the hardships of the world.

The girl in front of me, young, pretty, dressed in a charming dress, seems to be slightly powdered, pretending to be holding a notebook, oh yes, and what is that little one called? Voice recorder? By the way, a voice recorder, record everything I said, and then go home and sort it out? Aren't all those journalists like that?

What else will it be besides being attached to a man? Reporter? What's the real talent to learn? Why don't you study more while you're young?

He looked down on this kind of woman in his heart. If it weren't for Lin Motian's face, he would definitely not be interviewed, and there are still a few media waiting for the interview, no matter which one is bigger than their magazine. After thinking about it, hey, it's over.

He lowered his head and took a sip of his coffee. When he looked up again, his gaze only briefly rested on the butterfly's face, and soon swam away, looking at the long street in the distance, the sky at the end of the long street, and then began to slowly tell about his life in the United States.

On this beautiful late autumn afternoon, there is not a trace of wind, nor is there an overbearing chill, only a slow tranquility and longevity. In such an afternoon, you should drink a strong cup of coffee, listen to a piano, and be in a daze, curled up on a bench covered with thick cotton cushions, completely undisturbed.

However, the butterfly must sit there and listen to Zhuang Yousheng talk about his travels in the United States and his painting process.

His speech was dry and jerky, and she listened sleepily. If it weren't for the cup of coffee in front of her to support her spirits, she felt like she was going to lose her mind soon.

Yes, the scenery around here is so beautiful, there are tall red maple trees planted along the street, and now the leaves are deep red, and the fire is as brilliant as a fire, and the beauty is amazing at a glance. Last night there may have been a wind, the leaves fell down a street, although there are sanitation workers constantly cleaning, but the flowers are drifting away, the water is artesian, there, no wind is still falling silently.

Many of them landed on the roofs of the alleys on the side of the street.

She remembers that her father once told him that when he was a child, he lived in this kind of alley house, and every house did not have a separate bathroom like now, and everyone used a toilet back then. As soon as Dad said this, her eyes widened in astonishment, and she couldn't imagine what life it was.

But then she saw it with her own eyes, in an old town that had not yet been renovated, and the houses were so old that they felt like they would collapse if they were pushed down. There are rows of houses, stacked next to each other, just like the building block game I used to play when I was a child, so dense and crowded.