I'm a very ordinary person, and if there's one thing I'm different, it's probably that I can draw.

Whatever it is, as long as it comes to my pen, it will come to life.

I earn some extra money by painting, and life and work have never been a problem for me.

When I'm with my colleagues and friends, I'm happy, I tell jokes, I listen carefully, and I give good advice.

In a way, I can be a good subordinate, a good friend, a good daughter.

But no matter how well my life goes, I feel an inexplicable emptiness inside.

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Happiness is not my nourishment, I am like a plant that lacks something, so it gradually withers.

One day my body finally couldn't hold on, so I called in sick and stayed home all day.

I turned on the TV, but I was bored with all the shows.

I pulled out my palette and sat down at my workbench, trying to sketch out a rainbow of colorful images, imagining what it would be like if my life was colorful.

I finished my creation with only one back on it, but I always felt like something was missing.

The brush in my hand stopped in mid-air for a long time, but it didn't fall, because I didn't know what was missing.

Perhaps, I need to take some time to find it, because I can feel that it must be important.

When I was about to quit my job, my boss asked me why.

I told him all I was confused, and all he said was to me, "Go find yourself and come back again." As long as you come back, this is your home, and we are all family."

The boss's words were very heartwarming, and I promised to go back, and at the same time, I believed that I would definitely be able to find what I was missing.

I decided to go back to my hometown, working in the city, and my home was in a small town surrounded by green hills, and I had to travel several times along the way.

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On the first night, in a small hotel, I had a fever because of the humidity in the store.

When I was dazed and feverish, I seemed to have a long dream.

In my dream, there was a man who carried me on his back, kept walking, kept calling my name.

I was weak, sweat was sticking to me, and although it was just a dream, I could still feel the man's broad shoulders, and the peace of mind and reality that I hadn't felt in a long time.

Maybe it's really ridiculous, I think dreams are more real than reality.

When I woke up again, it was the next day, the fever had subsided, and a thin layer of sweat had been left on my clothes.

As I continued on my way, something seemed to become clearer. Maybe the answer is there.

The next night it rained, it was very cold at night, and the quilt at the hotel was not warm, and it was a long time before I felt sleepy. Until then, I listened to the sound of the rain and felt the deep silence.

At night I dreamed again.

It was still the man's shoulder, carrying me, and it was very difficult to keep walking.

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He called my name and his voice was so clear. He seemed to carry me to a brightly lit place, where I remember lying and vaguely hearing him talking to someone else, but not clearly.

I tried to open my eyes, to tell him something, but just as I was about to say it, I woke up.

I was a little distracted all day, I felt like I knew what I had forgotten, and I didn't seem to remember much. On the third night, I went to a hotel again.

It's the last night, and I'll be home tomorrow. Sure enough, that night, I dreamed again.

Or the man carried me, and I leaned on his back and listened to him call me by name.

Then I got to the place where the lights were on, and I lay on the side and listened to him talk to others.

This time I was going to speak again, and I did.

Then, he walked up to me in the light, and the blurred ground hole became clearer and clearer.

"Ah Chun,"

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I finally saw his face clearly, and it was as if a tunnel had been opened, and those dusty memories kept coming back.

"Ah Chun, I'm leaving, my dad is coming to pick me up"

"Are you going to leave your grandma here alone?"

Mo Yanqi's eyes were gloomy and there were no words.

"Okay, let's go, we'll never see each other again."

"I'll come to your ......."

"No need, you can go......." Mo Yanqi turned around and prepared to leave, and then I ran towards the barren mountain in the distance in one go.

I don't want him to go, as long as I'm gone, he'll keep looking for me, and then he won't leave me.

When I thought about it, I was getting more and more excited, and I was running faster and faster.

Memories are beautified like this, Mo Yanqi didn't find me that day, and I didn't wait for him.

Because he disappeared in the forest, and I was brought back by the townspeople.

It was my father who carried me on my back, and it was also my father who squatted down to see me, and Mo Yanqi was just a trauma that I gradually forgot and hid during the days when I was unconscious.

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When I woke up, I cried bitterly, but I couldn't forgive myself.

When I finally arrived at my hometown, I couldn't hold back my sadness.

When I got home, my parents saw that I was sad, but they didn't say much, just gave me a phone number.

"Dad was afraid that you would be reluctant to go, so he said that he was gone, and you were still young at the time, and Dad thought you would forget it soon.........."

"Then who carried me home?!"

"It's disgusting....... He searched for a long time to find you, and after carrying you back, he was taken away by his father."

I took out the phone and dialed the phone number.

It wasn't until the other side was connected that I finally remembered the piece of the puzzle I was missing—it was Mo Yanqi's smile.

It was he who smiled happily when he squatted down and called me "Ah Chun".

I'm awake again, in my bed, what is a dream? What is reality again?

I don't remember exactly, perhaps, it didn't all begin or end.

I picked up my paintbrush and added a face to my new painting.

The name is called, "Mo Tired Seven".

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Once upon a time, a youkai was locked up in a tower princess, and the youkai were kind to her, but she was still not happy. Suddenly a knight came to the princess and said, "I have killed the monster." ”

The king was glad to marry the princess to the knight. When the wedding took place, the princess suddenly stood on tiptoe and said to the knight: "Be careful, hide your tail." ”

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