Life is sometimes like a horror drama that puts the truth in front of you without warning. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I looked at the portraits on the wall and couldn't help but feel a little scared, like a face that I never seemed to forget.

I think I'm in love with her, the girl I've drawn countless times, and feelings are unknown to me, so what about tea?

Oolong or Longjing? Different teas will taste different, so what about her? What does she taste like?

What about me, what do I taste like?

I looked at the paintings on the wall and asked myself over and over again, and abuse never asked when...

Once again I woke up from my dream, but the lights were still bright in the night. The world of steel and concrete does not clearly separate day and night, just like I can't tell whether I am alive or dead. This is the tenth year of coming to the editorial department, and Zhang Xiluo has been away for four years.

I stretched my waist, I didn't want to let myself indulge too much in the tears in my dreams, and some people are so powerful, they have been separated for a long time, but you can't forget her for a long time.

Picking up the pen, it was still a familiar face, I closed my eyes and slowly recalled every time I met her, and all I left was that smiling face, and everything else could not be vividly presented.

Does this count as love?

I try to ask myself in the second and third person, is this love? Or is it obsession? Perhaps love itself is an obsession. We fall in love with someone, and then we think about it at night, even at the expense of ourselves. Is this really love? Or is it just unrequited love, two people are called love, but what about one person? Can't it be called love... So does she love me? Or did she love me before? Am I the one she's looking for? Or is it just a substitute for the person in her mouth, just a substitute? Haven't you ever loved it at all?

I stopped the pen in my hand, put this half of the portrait in the corner of the wall as before, looked at the nearly half meter high semi-finished product and sighed softly, love is never an affirmation sentence, but love must be an exclamation sentence.

Put on a new skin, a casual outfit, and a sketchpad. Since it all started on the side of the street, it should be left to end on the side of the street.

"Do you want to buy flowers?" The little girl on the side of the road asked me if the flowers in my hand were not fresh.

"Can I use a painting?" I crouched down and tried to make my voice softer, I was afraid of scaring such a lovely child, after all, life was not kind to her.

"Hmm... Will it take a long time? My flowers are dying, and I'm going to sell them as soon as possible so that I can still get a good price. Is this bundle okay? The little girl thought for a moment, asked, and seeing that I nodded, she carefully took out a bouquet of red roses and gave it to me, her eyes shining.

"Yes, then I'll wait for you, I won't leave here." Looking at the red, I was stunned for a moment, then said, then put down the drawing board and began to organize the painting tools.

The little girl's speed was not slow, about half an hour or so, and she came back with a jump.

"Would you like to take this bouquet of flowers?" I looked at the little girl sitting on a stool and had a whim.

"Okay." The little girl replied crisply, took the rose, and skillfully tucked it on her ear.

I was afraid that the other party would be bored, so in the process of drawing, I picked some unimportant topics and chatted with the other party. Surprisingly, the little girl was very talkative, with the innocence and wit peculiar to a child.

A painting, but it was almost 11.00, the little girl couldn't sit up straight, but still reluctantly, slightly crooked, and fell straight to the ground, I hurriedly took it.

"You're done?" The little girl yawned and muttered.

"Well, it's done." I whispered, straightening the little one in my arms, and the little one leaned in again.

"Why don't you take me home?" The little girl looked at me sleepily, but her straightforward request made me blush a little.