End of March 2016.

Spring seems to be coming.

Look, a little delicate green bud has emerged on the bare branches; Look, the peach blossoms are secretly spitting fragrance in the warm sun; Look, the girls are dressed in fancy clothes and are looking for beauty in spring... Repay...

There was a slender figure, wearing a pair of jeans, a thick hooded jacket, the hat wrapped around the head, a mask on his face, the mask was a bit exaggerated, covering most of his face, his hands in his jacket pockets, a backpack on his back, walking slowly on the park path.

She came to a fixed place, set up the easel in her backpack, fixed the paper, and held the brush in her hand.

Hands are shaking.

The lines drawn are not what she wants.

The arc is not rounded enough, the straight line is not straight enough, and the hand will be sore after lifting it for a long time.

At the beginning of the day, I sketched a scene of the street garden, and found that it was a little overwhelming.

Alas!

When I picked up the pen again and drew again, I felt that my painting skills were not as good as before.

After all, she is no longer the same person she used to be.

However, compared to the first time I came here to paint, my painting in the past few days has improved a lot - everything has to rely on my own practice to make progress and development.

She put the one she had just painted into her album and re-laid a sheet of paper on the easel.

"Hey, you're sketching again!"

A big young boy, running, came to her, smiling very sunny, as warm as the sun at the head.

It was a very infectious smile, and she remembered some old things in a trance.

There was once a man who always faced her with such a warm smile, warmed her cold world, made her come back to life, and learned to love deeply again.

"Hmm."

She replied softly:

"You didn't go to work today?"

She had seen the boy many times, mostly on Saturdays and Sundays, and his family was supposed to live nearby.

If you can live nearby, your family will not be bad, and in Shanghai, a place where every inch of land is valuable, in such a prime location, you can have a one-story apartment house, and you can put such a symbol on your forehead: bourgeoisie.

Let's ask, who can afford a square plot of land of tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, without a little family background?

Because the location is good, the scenery is good, too.

That's why she came here to sketch.

Of course, this is not the main reason.

"I finished my internship and was preparing to write my graduation thesis and look for another job. However, it's hard to find...... Hey, I said, you draw very well, which university are you from, and what major are you studying? ”

The boy asked enthusiastically, showing a very keen interest in her.

She didn't answer, just stared in a certain direction.

The boy followed her gaze and looked over there, a black Land Rover stopped at the entrance of the park, the driver got out of the car, opened the door to the back seat, and a tall and handsome man stepped out, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a cold face and a calm gaze.

He walked into the park, and the driver wanted to follow, but he raised his hand and wouldn't let him follow.

"I know him!"

The big boy in front of him suddenly had bright eyes and let out a low cry.

"This person's name is Jin Hengyuan. He used to be the acting president of the Shaw Group, and now he is the big boss of Jinyuan Creative Company......"

Jinyuan Creative Company?

Is that Jinhui's branch?

Now it's renamed Cheng Jinyuan?

"I heard that it was the company that his wife was running. Since his wife passed away, he bought all the shares of Mr. Jinhui, and he was personally in charge, and in just two years, Jinyuan Creative has become a well-known design company...... The future of this company is absolutely limitless......"

The older boy was there to explain the words.

She turned her head: "How do you know so clearly?" ”

"I've investigated."

The big boy smiled and said, "I'll tell you the truth, I want to enter Jinyuan, the benefits over there are very good, but it is very difficult to enter." ”

"You studied design?"

"That's right!"

The older boy nodded, and asked instead:

"What did you study?"

She didn't answer, her eyes turned away again, and she saw the man named Jin Hengyuan, walking alone, under the sunset, lonely, looking extremely lonely, very much like reminiscing about something, the face that didn't smile was so cold.

Looking at it this way, it was as if she was outside the TV screen and he was inside.

"I learned to draw."

She said, raising the sketch pen, on the drawing paper, and sketched his back in the most simple and smooth lines.

With just a few strokes, the image of the man came to life on the paper.

"It's a real picture."

The big boy whispered on the side, with a little more surprise in his eyes, and couldn't help but ask again:

"How many years are you?"

She didn't answer again, her temper was very strange, and all her thoughts were preoccupied with the tip of the pen.

"What's your name?"

“……”

"Well, that's it, let me introduce myself, my surname is Wu, and my name is Wu Nian......"

“……”

"I've seen you several times, why did you wrap yourself in zongzi when you came back? Are you afraid of the cold? ”

“……”

"Why do you want to paint Jin Hengyuan? It's so well drawn...... You...... Do you recognize Mr. Jin? ”

“……”

She didn't answer a word.

The whole person is immersed in his own world.

Wu Nian was a little ridiculous.

This girl is so weird.

Why was he attracted?

Because she has a pair of big melancholy eyes, which are shining in the sun, sparkling...... Moreover, he always came alone, and then went alone, alone, with a mysterious atmosphere, he couldn't help but be attracted, and couldn't help but come over to say hello.

At this moment, this eccentric girl was carefully drawing, and she depicted Jin Hengyuan's back as if it was taken from a photo.

Wu Nian was very surprised, and looked at her sideways: Could it be that this girl is a fan of Mr. Jin?

"I heard that Mr. Jin has a girlfriend......"

The sketch pen in the girl's hand, in response, broke at once, and it broke crisply.

He heard it.

It seems that he really guessed that this girl likes Mr. Jin.

Also, such a man, rich and capable, there are not a few people in the whole of Shanghai who admire him - he is an out-and-out financial pride......

Speaking of which, Mr. Jin is also infatuated enough, Mrs. Jin has been dead for two years, and he has never had a girlfriend. Until recently, some media saw him dating the eldest lady of the Ming family frequently. It is said that the Ming Jin family is going to get married. Don't you know, the eldest lady of the Ming family is a barrister, and these two can be regarded as a good match, and they are a perfect match......"

"Alas! The painting is broken! ”

She didn't seem to hear him, and sighed as she looked at the broken pen on the paper.

The gloved fingers gently stroked the place that was drawn horizontally, and the tone was so stunned.

"If the painting is broken, you can paint it again, it's okay......"

Wu Nian gently comforted.

"Well, I'll draw it later!"

She nodded, took off the paper, glanced at it a little reluctantly, walked to the trash can on the side, and slipped it in.

When she returned, she began to pack up her painting tools.

"You're leaving?"

"Hmm!"

"So fast?"

"Hmm!"

"Are we friends?"

She looked up at the sunny boy:

"My name is Park Xiang. Mu Bupu, Guo Xiang's Xiang. Nice to recognize you......"

She held out her hand.

On those hands, there was a pair of thin black gloves.

Wu Nian looked at her curiously, except for her eyes, she was covered from beginning to end, and she couldn't see half an inch of skin, on such a warm spring day, such a dress was really too weird.

"I'm happy too."

Wu Nian shook her hand, but a cold breath passed over.

"Why are your hands so cold?"

"Hmm!"

Pu Xiang nodded lightly:

"I'm afraid of the cold, so I have to be fully armed when I go out."

After finishing her painting tools and putting on her backpack, she turned her head and glanced at the high-spirited man standing quietly in the sunset.

At this moment, there was an Ana multicolored woman beside the man.

The two of them were talking in a low voice, very close and very compatible.

"I'm leaving!"

Pu Xiang said softly, trying to suppress the sourness in his heart.

"Will you come back tomorrow?"

"I don't know."

Pu Xiang looked at the slanting sun gradually setting in the west, and his eyes suddenly became gloomy, as if revealing a little sadness:

"Tomorrow, who knows. Maybe if you sleep all night, you'll be gone...... Fate is sometimes not something you can fight for if you want to...... Especially when it comes to life and death, it's the hardest thing to figure out......"

That sentence was like a sigh and drifted in the wind.

Wu Nian stood there and watched.

At that moment, he actually felt a bitterness that had gone through vicissitudes in this girl's tone......

--- digression--- first update.

Reminder: The text of Volume 2 has been completed. Now I am writing the finale, which can also be called the third volume: single-mindedness, love is more than Jin Jian wants to set you, and the number of words will not be particularly long. I'm going to open a separate volume, a separate one. In this volume, there will be no conspiracy, only write about reunion after farewell, only write about daily life, only write about small sour vinegar, only write about warmth and tenderness......