"My sister has remembered what Xiaobai said, and I can't regret it in the future."

In Morandi's room, the young man by the window was handsome and incomparable, with a bewitching expression, and his cherry-red lips curled up with a doting arc.

It's useless to repent.

Because of me, I will definitely help my sister keep her promise.

What a nasty person, just disappear.

Right.

"Don't regret it," Xin Ye chuckled, watching the large leaves of the apricot yellow, orange and red trees in front of him flutter to the ground, slowly moving to the foot of the tung tree, and said, "I'm here, where are you?" ”

The boy looked sideways at the woman in the center of the clearing through the curtain, his eyebrows gradually unfurled in a soft tone.

"In the place closest to you, that has my heart."

The wide, empty concrete floor, with the gust of wind blowing from the east, cut away the heavy dead branches and leaves, the dust and mud, and even her feet became clean, revealing the magnificent appearance hidden deep underground.

It's a truly beautiful masterpiece.

Copied from Chagall, Lovers Under the Lilies.

The huge portrayal of nearly 100 square meters, from top to bottom, is full of flowers, and the flames are fragrant, all of which are immersed in the love dipped in honey. The soft lines outline the eyes of the obsessive lovers, they are selfless and lingering, adoring and in love, but still make people feel rich and pure, dreamy and dizzy.

There is no bright color of oil painting, but there is a more surging and intense love.

And love is probably the best pigment for a painter. brings indescribable eroticism and beauty.

Xin also clearly saw that love flowed and spread on this canvas with the ground as a seat, until it drowned her.

"Acquaintance with Jun Chu is like returning to an old friend." The young man spoke slowly, his voice low and magnetic, which was fascinating, "Bella is Chagall's muse, the wings of his heart, and his sister...... You are the Bella who saved me. ”

"Your silence, your eyes, everything is mine. You know who I was, who I am, and who I will be. As soon as you open the window, you appear here, bringing with you the blue sky, love, and flowers. ”

"I'll paint for you, sister."

"I paint for my love."

"When I was a child, even in the darkest and most desperate moments, you were always with me and warmed me. Although I was always so abrupt, withdrawn, gloomy, and out of place in the eyes of others, I never felt like I was different. ”

"I was born like this, where I need any sympathy and pity."

The boy laughed softly, paused and continued:

"But my sister showed up."

"My sister is like poison, like a shackle, as if it killed me, and it seems to have saved me."

"I just thought, people like my sister should be a gift from God, the only light given to me."

"But I lost you."

The boy's voice was choked for a while, and the extreme loss of voice made her extremely sour in Xin Ye's ears, and her heart seemed to be pinched by someone, and it hurt from the inside out.

She lowered her eyes, and crystal tears quickly dripped down and hit the gray stone painting.

"Xiaobai, do you love me?"

For the first time, her clear voice became hoarse.

"The old me?"

"Nope." Bai Yanshu instantly denied it, and then resumed his shallow sweet expression, "I love you, you now." ”

You only have our happy memories, and you don't have to carry the heavy past. This way you are happier, more relaxed, and freer.

Those dark, painful, and desperate, just leave it to me.

I remember for you, and I avenge you.

"Where are you?" Xin also seemed to calm down and said calmly. But she didn't know that the embarrassed appearance of her reddish eyes and glowing eyes had already been taken into the eyes of the young man in the dark.

He gently circled his hand through the foggy window, wiping a small transparent space, just in time to reveal her tearful look.

My sister cried, so distressed.

But it's so happy.

"Xiaobai is in my sister's room, waiting for my sister to push open the door all the time."

"Now, then, please come over."