[This is how many years ago Talco was, and it is also the story handed down by Twilight Xuefei's family, in fact, it's more like a psychological monologue, I wrote a lot of side stories and extras this month, partly because the drama has reached the node, and partly because of the construction of the worldview...... In short, come on! 】

The golden sunlight shone through the verdant forest, and the leaves swayed in the breeze. The few white clouds in the sky are very relaxed. In the town of Talco, there is hardly anything that is unhappy.

Except for the twilight moon.

Twilight is a notoriously weird girl in this town. Not because of her appearance or any strengths, but because of her withdrawn personality and eccentric temper. At the age of twenty, she had no friends and little sociality, and hid alone in a small house in the forest. A few years ago, there would be friends to visit, but she either said that she was sick or perfunctory, and sent off the guests without saying a few words.

There are many people talking behind her back, some say that she is stimulated by something, some say that she has a mental problem, and some say that she is cold by nature and is not a friendly person.

Twilight is not unaware of everyone's talk. Looking at the sadness and disappointment written on the faces of her former friends, Twilight's heart is even more painful than theirs. Twilight's tears always spill out of her eyes when no one is around, and she doesn't want to, but she doesn't have a choice.

It all started a few years ago, when Twilight, still in school, had a picnic with friends on a hot afternoon. When she arrives at the park, Twilight discovers that her friends have become terrifying. Although everyone was wearing their own clothes and combing their hair neatly, their faces were no longer "complete", and black holes appeared on their faces and bodies, like the surface of the moon, as if ghosts were floating towards her.

Seeing the "dark shadows" approaching her, Twilight sat down on the ground in fright. She thought she had stumbled into some ghost town by mistake and just wanted to get away quickly. Just as she struggled to move her sweaty hands to stand up, the sound in her ears pulled her back to reality.

"Yueyue, what's wrong with you!"

It's her best friend, Lily's voice! Twilight subconsciously grabbed the voice's owner's hand and tried to stand up, but the moment she raised her head, she screamed. Lily, who had the best relationship with her, had lost her silhouette and turned into an endless black hole.

Twilight didn't know what to do, she had fought through her fears and told her parents and friends who were already covered in black holes, but the suspicion and incomprehension of the other party made her heart twist. Gradually, Twilight loses the confidence to fight it, and succumbs to the fear of the dark shadow, which she sees as her own flaw, and is ashamed to mention it to others.

However, she was smart and also discovered the law of this "problem": the more she loved someone, the more she couldn't see her appearance clearly, and the more scary her face became. She began to avoid contact with her family and friends, and avoided all social interactions. She was afraid to see these dark shadows, and even more afraid that they would "disappear" in front of her.

In this way, Twilight hid for a few years, and her friends became fewer and fewer. At first, people talked about it, but gradually they lost interest, leaving her alone in the woods.

Until this summer, a young man from the next town came here.

This blonde young man's name is Zhou Ye, and his body is full of colors that are different from Talco Town, tall and mysterious. No one knows what this stranger is doing here, but he looks like an artist. The town of Talco has always been hospitable, so he was kept.

As the weeks passed, the townspeople grew accustomed to the young man's presence. He appeared in different corners of the town every day, looking east and west with his sketchpad on his back. Everyone also likes to chat with him, and the girls chatter around him non-stop, as if a flock of butterflies is haunting a bouquet of blooming flowers, and he listens carefully with a smile on his face at any time.

Although Twilight lives in the middle of nowhere, she has heard of this person. She was a little curious, and wanted to meet this foreign young man and listen to him talk about the outside world. But in an instant, her mood became depressed again. What could she do if she listened? She can't see people like this, and instead of drowning the rest of her life in the heart and mind of the outside world, it is better to never know, so as not to be sad.

However, the young man suddenly visited early one morning. He was well-dressed, with a sketchpad on his back and a bouquet of dewy flowers in his hand.

"Hello, beautiful young lady, I'm sorry to disturb. My name is Zhou Ye, and I'm a painter from the town next door. ”

Zhou Ye's polite conversation and beautiful voice made Twilight a little distracted.

"You...... Hello. She has not communicated with outsiders for a long time, and she is a little shy, and she stumbles when she speaks.

However, Zhou Ye didn't care, and continued to tell Twilight with a smile that he wanted to sketch in this forest, which might disturb him for a few days. After that, he held the flowers in his hand in front of him and asked her to accept them. The habitual rejection had rushed to Twilight's lips, but this time Twilight couldn't speak, she didn't know how to refuse the dewy flowers rolling in the morning sun, and she didn't know how to refuse a friend who fell from the sky.

For the next ten days, Zhou Ye would appear in the forest not far from Twilight's house.

Twilight often leaned against the window and looked at Zhou Ye's serious back. There was something in her heart that impulsed, pushing her to stand in front of the window every day, and even pushing her out of the house, but the fear that spread from the bottom of her heart entangled her steps like a vine.

She suppressed her impulses and restrained her words and actions. Every morning, Twilight would bring Zhou Ye a pot of boiled fruit tea and a few hot snacks, but she never took the initiative to speak, and every time she just put the bamboo basket next to him and turned away. Zhou Ye is very grateful, and he always brings something new from town for Twilight in return. At this moment, Twilight's face was always crimson, and she subconsciously covered her hot cheeks, unable to say anything, and finally escaped back to the house with a "thank you" from between her teeth.

Despite Twilight's care, the persistent nightmare still came as promised. Just like a few mornings before, the twilight moon with a bamboo basket walked towards the woods. However, the first thing that catches her eye today is not the familiar figure of the past, the painter's hand holding the pen is no longer in her eyes, and it is replaced by a dark one.

Twilight is full of horror and sadness, she is afraid that the dark shadow will come to the door, and she will face the pain of fear and loss. She missed the tall, serious back, and the knuckled hands. The temperature in July was like a fierce fire, but the chill in Twilight's heart seemed to freeze the flames, making her sweat cold.

"Are you not feeling well, Miss?"

When Twilight looked up, she found that the faces of the people in front of her were blurred, and even the outline of her body had dissipated a little, but her gentle voice and concerned words made her reluctant to leave.

"I ...... I didn't, you ...... I'm leaving. ”

Twilight gritted her teeth and let herself leave as calmly as possible, but in Zhou Ye's eyes, she was clearly deserted and fled.

Twilight is once again at a loss, and she doesn't want to go through the pain of losing her friend again. At least, she didn't want Zhou Ye to completely disappear in front of her eyes.

Tears rolled down her face, sadness wrapped around her heart, and she began to hate her eyes. She also began to hate the world, why is it her!

Zhou Ye is not a big artist, nor is he an idle gangster.

No one knows why Zhou Ye ran away from his hometown, and no one knows why he wandered around. At one time, he thought he was a madman, a monster, and no one could understand him, and no one would believe him.

The world in his eyes is unreal. Friends who gradually disappeared, relatives who could no longer be seen, left him with only dark shadows.

He began to run around, at first to seek healing, but none of the doctors had heard of this strange illness and could not even believe him. He had traveled to many places and inquired about a lot of news, but still found nothing. He was at a loss and didn't know where he was going.

Until one hot summer day, he met a painter in the woods. At first, he was just curious, but gradually he was fascinated by the delicate brushstrokes of the painter. His hand is as if he had been kissed by God, and with a few strokes, one can feel the temperature of the sun and smell the fragrance of the leaves from this canvas. Zhou Ye could see that the two of them sat and stood until the sun slipped from the top of their heads to the end of the earth.

"Do you love the world?" The painter's voice suddenly sounded, catching Zhou Ye off guard. He did not expect that the painter would use this as the beginning of a conversation between the two.

He hesitated, thought of himself, and shook his head.

"No, you love."

The painter smiled, shoved the pen into his hand, and sat him down in front of the drawing board. Zhou Ye was a little overwhelmed, he looked at the painter, but bumped into the painter's smiling but deep eyes. Zhou Ye raised his paintbrush. What he left on the canvas was a blue-pink sky and a golden sunset.

At the same time the next day, the painter appeared in the same place again, painting the same content. Zhou Ye was puzzled, the same time and the same location, isn't it the same as yesterday? The painter asked, "Why can't it be the same?" Zhou Ye didn't know how to answer, so he picked up the brush and canvas in a daze, and sat down beside the painter.

After a long time, the painter never asked Zhou Ye why he came here. He is not good at words, but often says: "The pen can leave what cannot be kept in this world", and there is no follow-up.

In the summer, as the leaves faded, the painter left the forest one afternoon and never returned. What was left in the forest was only a set of brushes and drawing boards. Since then, Zhou Ye has also embarked on his own journey. He takes the brush given to him by the painter and explores the world he has never seen.

He believed in what the painter said that the brush could leave what he could not keep. He also believes that he will not be the only one in the world who is different, and how much loneliness will a unique leaf endure in this world? How could a good God bear to let people be alone?

Finally, after traveling through countless villages and towns, he found it.

Zhou Ye quietly walked into the hut and slowly came to Twilight's side, for fear of scaring the girl who was still sobbing.

"Actually, we're the same, aren't we?" Zhou Ye stood behind her and asked softly, "We won't be able to see a lot of things clearly, it's not our problem, we're just different, and the world that belongs to us is different from theirs." ”

Twilight hung her head, motionless. She didn't want to see the black shadow that scared her anymore, but every word Zhou Ye said fell on her heart.

"Don't you think, in fact, we see it more clearly than others, and we are the ones who know how to cherish the world."

Zhou Ye put the painting in his hand in front of Twilight, and there were many people in the painting, both old and young. She saw a girl in a white dress, and she recognized it as herself.

"It's my friends who are pictured. In my eyes, they are long gone. Maybe it won't be long before I can't see you, but I'll never forget what you looked like. Although some things will disappear from our vision, they will remain in our hearts for a lifetime. As long as you don't choose to forget, you'll always remember. ”

The golden sunlight passed through the layers of dense forests as usual, and through the glass on the window, it fell gently on the two of them.

Twilight's closed heart was suddenly illuminated by light, and after the rain, the sky cleared, and the smoke disappeared, and everything in front of her was so clear.