Looking at the white snowflakes fluttering in the sky, Wang Zicheng remembered the picture scroll that had been torn to pieces by Yang Lan, so his newly calm heart began to hurt......

Because Yang Lan tore the painting not only because she lost her mind, but also wanted to tell Wang Zicheng through her own actions: As long as she is still in this world, it is impossible for him and the girl in the painting to be together!

Although Yang Lan knew that it was difficult to change what Wang Zicheng had decided, she was still willing to use the bargaining chip that she was Wang Zicheng's only relative to put an invisible shackle on that young man!

So what Yang Lan didn't know was that the painting was not just a painting, but also Wang Zicheng's heart that had become warm, the heart that had been warmed by love and friendship for two years......

For most people in the world, though, an object is just a thing, like a tree, a piece of paper, or an inanimate digital product.

But in some people's hearts, these seemingly dead things have a vital place in his and her hearts!

A tree may be the companion of him and her for many years, a piece of paper may be full of longing for the world, and a digital product may be hidden in his and her lingering feelings!

Wang Zicheng walked aimlessly through the streets of Jiang City, his gentle eyes smeared with a layer of sadness, and his hair was sprinkled with snow.

This should have been a romantic moment, and it was there when they were still new, but at that time, he was accompanied by a lovely person.

Now he is alone......

As soon as Wang Zicheng thought of Su Min, there was warmth in his heart, so he couldn't wait to return to Huaxia Art Academy and talk to his beloved girl!

But his heart told him that if he hurried back like this, not only would it not relieve the worries in his heart, but it would also add some troubles to Su Min.

So he sighed softly and tightened his grip on his phone.

Wang Zicheng didn't have to change his clothes when he went out, and the thin clothes on his body couldn't stop the cold at this time, so he frowned and hugged his arms in his arms, wanting to add warmth to himself.

The snow fell softly on his sleeve, soaked into his sleeve and disappeared.

And at the moment when the snow melted, Wang Zicheng couldn't help but move in his heart, and a trace of desolation spread in his heart like the fragrance of wine.

He raised his head and glanced at the fluttering snowflakes, and there seemed to be crystal tears flickering in his eyes, so he muttered in his heart with sadness: The snow is like an epiphany in the night sky, and Tingtingyu is spotless; Don't be sad and scatter like smoke, just sigh that this life is too short!

This flying snow is like an epiphany blooming at night, it is spotless like a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world, but it is not sad that its face will dissipate like a cloud of smoke, nor is it sad that its beauty is not appreciated by anyone, only sighs that its life is so short!

And his subtext is to tell himself: although the painting has been torn up, the beauty will always exist in his heart!

What's more, the person in the painting has no pain of parting with himself, so why should he feel sad about this incident?

Wang Zicheng thought of this, and his mood instantly became happy, but while he was happy, a thought flashed in his mind.

He decided to do something, and he had never tried it before, he wanted to use it to express his protest against Yang Lan, and he also wanted to use this thing to express his determination!

Wang Zicheng didn't know how long he had been walking in the wind and snow, and he didn't know how far he had walked in the cold, until he saw a small barber shop on the side of the road, so he stopped and walked in.

The barber shop is small, but it's clean and tidy, and the owner is an elderly man.

Although the old man was old, his hair was jet black. He was wearing a camel-colored knitted sweater, humming a little song as he cleaned up the scattered shredded hair on the floor.

It's just that when the old man saw Wang Zicheng, he noticed Wang Zicheng's long hair at a glance, so he immediately froze in place, complaining in his heart whether this handsome young man had gone to the wrong place.

Because Wang Zicheng's long hair is usually maintained in high-end art salons, rather than to a small shop like him that only repairs trimming and shears.

"Kid, my little shop can only trim my hair, are you making a mistake!"

The old man saw that Wang Zicheng didn't stop for a moment, so he hurriedly reminded him.

Wang Zicheng first saluted the old man respectfully, and then said with a smile: "Old man, I didn't go to the wrong place, I just came to cut my hair!" ”

"Oh?!"

Although he received a definite answer from Wang Zicheng, the old man was still a little skeptical.

It's just that he had doubts on his face, but he made a place for Wang Zicheng and motioned for the young man to sit down.

Wang Zicheng nodded with a smile, and glanced around by the way, because he had never seen such a small legislative shop, so he was a little curious.

Except for the hair scattered on the floor, the barber shop was clean and tidy, so the prince was satisfied.

It's just that the moment he sat down, the mobile phone in his hand rang, and the caller was Su Min.

The old man thought that someone was persuading the impulsive young man, but Wang Zicheng laughed helplessly: "Hey, Minmin." ”

Su Min had just returned to the dormitory at this time, so as soon as he sat on the chair, he couldn't wait.

"Hey, Zicheng, have you been back to school tonight?"

"No, because there are some things to deal with at home, I won't go back today."

"I see...... Did you eat well today? You don't know how much I was stuffed with by Mr. Lin today, I still feel so good! ”

"It's not bad, there's a lot of meat! If you eat too much, you will take some diet tablets so that you will not feel so uncomfortable when you go to bed at night. ”

"Mmmm, I'll read a book later, so let's not talk about it for now, bye!"

"Well, bye-bye!"

Su Min is still so innocent, which also makes Wang Zicheng's mood happy.

It's just that the moment he hung up the phone, the mobile phone prompted that it would automatically shut down when the power was out, so Wang Zicheng looked at the shopkeeper who was in a daze and asked, "Old man, do you have a charging head of this specification here?" ”

"Oh, I'll see!"

The old man was still wondering if the child had taken the wrong medicine, and he came to his senses when Wang Zicheng reminded him like this.

The mobile phone was put on the table by Wang Zicheng and charged it, and he also untied a long hair and scattered it on his shoulders.

It's just that once he cut off the hair that he had kept for so many years, Wang Zicheng was still a little reluctant in his heart.

But he had to do this again, so he simply closed his eyes and waited for the old man's scissors to fall!

The old man originally wanted to persuade Wang Zicheng to come, but he saw that Wang Zicheng's face was resolute, so he moved the scissors!

Wisps of green silk fall with the knife, and there is no right or wrong in every inch!

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