During the New Year, Zeng Lihua lived a very comfortable and leisurely life, and would cook with Liu Shimeng every day, gradually learning to cook, and also experiencing another taste in cooking.

The usual way of life is very simple and quiet, Zeng Lihua and Liu Shimeng are both people who like to be quiet.

Liu Shimeng used to paint in the room, but since she was away from painting, she moved the easel to the living room in order not to make the atmosphere too cold.

Zeng Lihua will still read and write at the desk, read for a while, look at Liu Shimeng, and will be lucky to play.

Most of the time they rarely communicate, and not communicating does not mean that they are indifferent.

Every once in a while, he would leave the painting club to send fruit cakes to Liu Shimeng, and sometimes he would walk over and watch Liu Shimeng paint quietly, and then praise him.

Liu Shimeng sometimes stops her brush to see what Zeng Li is doing, or to take a look at what Zeng Li is writing.

Sometimes they will sit on the sofa together and watch TV shows, and stroke Lucky together, at that time Lucky is very happy and excited, and will look at Liu Shimeng with its cute round eyes, and then look at Zeng Li's painting.

The atmosphere is simple, plain and harmonious.

Simplicity makes life beautiful! Life is just a glass of light water, just because various ingredients are added to it and it becomes a mixed drink or something.

But in the final analysis, life is still juan, and plainness is eternal happiness.

The misty forest, pitch black, the shadows of the trees, the overwhelming darkness, as if a pair of invisible hands were open, like a ghost tearing at the soul.

Zeng Lihua was sweating profusely and running at great speed, but it was as if someone had immobilized him, and he couldn't escape from this terrifying place with all his strength.

Despair, timidity, as if to devour his life, but in despair, he suddenly saw a blooming hibiscus flower, which was so beautiful and refined in this darkness.

Let Zeng Lihua's desperate heart be redeemed, seeing that light, Zeng Lihua stretched out his hand to grab it, and suddenly the hibiscus flower turned into a beautiful and pure girl, unable to see her face clearly, but Zeng Lihua was still very happy, because he knew that it must be Liu Shimeng, only Liu Shimeng would have such a gentle light.

Zeng Lihua smiled, twisting his body hard, trying to grab her hand, only in this way would he get out of this terrible place.

However, just as he was about to catch it, he suddenly saw her face clearly, it was not Liu Shimeng, but Yuan Yuan, she showed a disdainful smile, and pushed him into the abyss with one hand.........

Zeng Lihua was sweating profusely, his hands and feet were constantly struggling and dancing, and he suddenly woke up from his dream, and he opened his eyes suddenly, and it was pitch black all around, only the street lamp outside the window shone faintly.

Zeng Lihua wiped the sweat from his face vigorously, and suddenly felt very thirsty, so he got up and got out of bed, but saw the light in the hall again.

He pushed the door out and saw Liu Shimeng in pajamas and braids, she was holding a paintbrush in her hand, constantly drawing on the drawing board, very dedicated and serious, and lucky to lie quietly next to her.

Liu Shimeng heard the sound of opening the door, looked up and saw Zeng Li's painting, and there was still melancholy in his eyes that he didn't have time to retract his emotions, such melancholy seemed to be water lying in a dead pool, with no color and no temperature.

Fortunately, he was pleasantly surprised by Zeng Li's voice, and he lazily arched his body and stretched his waist, sighing.

"Poetry dreams! Why haven't you slept yet? Zeng Lihua took a sip of water from his cup, and glanced at the clock by the way, it was almost twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

"I'm not sleepy, why are you awake!" Liu Shimeng did not put down the brush in his hand.

"I just woke up from a nightmare! Do you sleep so late all the time? Zeng Lihua said curiously, since after Chinese New Year's Eve, Zeng Lihua cherishes this hard-won early bedtime, often goes to bed around half past nine, and does not need to stay up late It is a very luxurious thing for him.

Sleep early, in the middle of the night will wake up hazy a few times, but every time he will see through the crack in the door to see the light outside, but in his sleep he didn't have time to pay attention to it, until he got up tonight to find that the light in the hall was indeed on.

"Almost!" Liu Shimeng once again put her gaze back on the drawing board.

“Why？” Zeng left the painting and spread out his palms.

"Nothing, huh? I just feel like time is short and can't bear to waste so much time! ”

"But it's twelve o'clock, and you need to go to bed?" Zeng Lihua was a little crying and laughing.

"I know that time is like flowing water, and it is difficult to buy an inch of time, but now I need to sleep! Only when you have a good rest can you have better energy to work! Zeng Lihua said again.

"It's okay! Anyway, I don't have to go to work tomorrow, and I'm not sleepy! Liu Shimeng smiled.

“No！ No, hurry back to sleep, poor sleep can easily lead to physical problems! Zeng Lihua was a little angry.

"I'm not sleepy, and I can't sleep when I go back! Go back to sleep first! Liu Shimeng said.

Zeng Lihua shook his head helplessly, so he could only move a chair and sit next to Liu Shimeng to watch her paint.

It's okay not to look at it, but I'm startled when I see it, the young man dancing in the painting is none other than himself, and he can't help but get closer again.

"Shimeng, is this me? Is this stay up all night and stay up just to paint me? Zeng Lihua was a little excited.

"Not really! I really can't sleep, didn't I promise you a painting in the first paragraph? Today, when I saw you reading and focusing, I remembered how you danced that day, so I sketched it, and I guess I can finish it tomorrow night! ”

"It's incredible, Shimeng painted me so beautifully, so poetic!" Zeng Lihua praised again and again.

"It's not finished yet, but don't slap the horse, I won't get it!" Liu Shimeng was a little embarrassed.

"I don't, look at this face, this figure is not who I am?" Zeng Lihua pointed to himself in the painting.

"Haha! Do you really not know how handsome and literary you are? Liu Shimeng glanced at Zeng Li's painting.

"I feel like I'm okay!"

"You are so humble! I saw a lot of female fans cheering for you in the theater that day! Some of them were even sung and cried by you! ”

"So what? When you like me, everything is good, and when you don't like it, it's really trampled on at will, and I don't feel any of these for a long time! "Zeng is a little lost from painting.

Fans are the same as time, at this time, they are enthusiastic to join the gang, and then there is a blank, for their love, he can only proudly ignore it, but for those who really love the quintessence of the country, he gives respect, but most of them come to see him with a colored mentality, and often mix the characters in the play with him, women are ambiguous about him, and men are frivolous to him.

"If you say that, they will be disappointed, don't you have someone you like?" Liu Shimeng asked suddenly.

Zeng Lihua's view of himself is a very ordinary or even very homely otaku, but he doesn't know that he has literature and art, and he doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, such a man is very popular with women.

"Nope! It's been a long time! I've forgotten how to love someone! Zeng Lihua remembered the dream just now, thought of Yuan Yuan, and felt uncomfortable

"Yes! What does it feel like to love someone: What does it feel like to be loved? Loneliness or never-ending longing! I used to love people and was loved, but unfortunately God didn't like me too happily and took away my love! ”

Liu Shimeng stopped, put the paintbrush in the water, and looked at Zeng Li's painting on the canvas sadly and lost, although it was looking at him, but in his eyes it was amusement.

“…………… He died? After Zeng Lihua hesitated, he still asked the question that had always existed in his heart.

"Yes, he went to another world, how do you know?" Liu Shimeng asked.

"That heaven, and the painting of the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, there is a poem underneath!" Zeng left the painting road.

"He is also from Qingping, and he is also a painter, better than me, when I chose to come to this city, he left me, leaving me with eternal thoughts and pain! I can't sleep every night and every day! Liu Shimeng choked up a little.

"I'm sorry! Shimeng, I shouldn't have brought it up! Zeng Lihua saw Liu Shimeng's sad appearance, and he was very distressed.

"It's okay! I'm used to it! Go back to sleep! I'll be back in a moment! Liu Shimeng smiled reluctantly.

"Shimeng, I don't know how to comfort you, but people always have to live, look forward, you still love you, even if he is gone, you are happy, so you must be happy, only then will he be at ease!"

Zeng Lihua patted Liu Shimeng on the shoulder, and then walked back to the room, he was a little envious of Liu Shimeng, at least it was luckier to lose than to betray.

Zeng Lihua could no longer lie in bed and continue to sleep, at this time he wanted to write something, so he turned on the lamp, took out a pen and paper, and lay down on the table to think.

When I left

You watch in the autumn colors

Watching the Yan who returned to the south leave in a row

Leaving a lonely pale swaying in the wind

I don't know what season it is

When you're leaving

I keep watch in the spring

Plant a pool of forget-me-not in the days of longing

Let you know that the return date is in the season of flowers

If you're willing to take your heart out in the fall

I'll be back when the red maples are all over the field

I will let go of the burdens of my life

Buried with you in the tomb of the autumn leaves

Don't keep watch from now on

It's Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai

If I count the stars among the forget-me-not flowers

Pray silently for you

Will it be a little clear

Thinking about forget-me-not flowers have bloomed

Come to the middle of the bridge where the moon bends

Don't be a desperate white lady under Leifeng Tower

Don't be a ruthless scholar Xu Xian

No more watching over one another

Only do one wish, and the heart is white, and the head is not separated

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence leisurely see the hermit of Nanshan

Swinging the pen like rain, inspiration is like mushrooms after the rain, Zeng Li put down the pen that was already wet in his hand, and there was a breath of air in his chest, what he wrote was not himself, but a touch of soul in his heart, carrying the soul of Liu Shimeng.

Maybe Liu Shimeng's mentality at this moment is like this, right? If he could, Zeng Lihua wanted to make a decision, he wanted to give Liu Shimeng eternal happiness.

Once that person existed, she must have been happy, but now she looks happy and strong, but Zeng Lihua knows that she hides all her sadness in the bottom of her heart.