Shi Nuan and Gu Nianzhi looked at each other sideways, and asked with a smile in the corner of their eyes: "So, you fell in love with me at first sight at that time?" ”

"I don't know."

Gu Nianzhi replied with a smile, "But since then, your appearance has lingered in my mind." ”

"You see, every work here is closely related to you."

Speaking, Shi Nuan looked at it, there were real happenings, some Gu Nianzhi imagined alone, everything seemed to be recording their past.

Eight years that were lost were left in such a form.

As he spoke, the pavilion suddenly went dark.

The audience couldn't help but let out a low cry, all speculating on what was going on.

Including Shi Nuan, because of the instantaneous darkness, she subconsciously leaned into Gu Nianzhi's arms.

Three seconds later, a light suddenly appeared on the screen on the wall.

All eyes were on it!

From the entrance position, a painting slowly emerges.

A tall pink apricot blossom tree, and then, a small figure appeared under the tree, and the girl squatted there, burying her head and crying, and then a boy walked in slowly.

They seem to be saying something, and then, the picture freezes.

Time passed quickly, the autumn leaves fell on the ground, a dusk, causing sadness, the boy squatted on the ground to pick up a fallen leaf, looking at the dry lines on it, he remembered the little face that cried red, now you, how are you doing?

The story continues, it was a study, the boy looked out the window, he was holding a greeting card in his hand that could never be sent, that day, it was Christmas, and he thought of her again.

That day, his eyes were brilliant and particularly dazzling, and it was the second time he had seen her.

Wearing a white wedding dress, her face has the happiest smile in the world, and that smile is worth everything.

In the audience, he looked at her from afar, the grief in his eyes was greater than the blessing, he quietly put down the gift he gave her, and turned to leave.

The rainy weather, the pressure on the chest, this is the third time he has seen her.

In front of the tombstone, the figure stood alone in the drizzle with endless mourning, sobbing sadly.

From afar, he looked at her, felt her pain, felt her sorrow.

But he couldn't come forward to comfort her, couldn't give her a word, could only accompany her from dusk to night, until dawn came!

The waters of the Seine are no longer blue, like a boy's heart, and it is no longer possible to feel the joy around it.

He looked into the distance, as if he wanted to see through the obstacles how she was doing now.

Hi how are you?

This sentence finally disappeared in the endless flow of time and space.

All the viewers are brought into the situation by one painting after another, this sad story echoes everyone's heart.

The boy sat alone on the beach, he raised his arms and made a gesture of embrace, as if there was someone around him, but that kind of loneliness that only he could understand.

This time, I won't miss you again!

A plane glides across the screen!

The face in front of her was shocked, her eyes flickered, and the disbelief made her shake her mind a little.

"I'll come back to you again!"

The man's back faded away.

The screen continues to play.

Whose loneliness is it narrating in the dark night?

The figure in front of the window, leaning, her eyes unfocused.

And the people standing downstairs were looking at her with concern!