That painting is the one I asked Lu Qianyu for a long time, and he didn't show it to me.

In the canvas, I still sit quietly in the dark blue somewhat loose dress, but the background is not the courtyard of Piziba, but in a somewhat abstract pattern, I seem to be sitting in front of a river, my head slightly lowered to look at the clear river below, and my figure is reflected in the river.

To my left was a flaming flamingo, looking at me with its neck held high like a burning flame, and to my right was a large crocodile poking its head out of the river.

At first glance, the flamingos and the crocodiles poking their heads out seemed to be staring at me, but on closer inspection, they seemed to be staring at each other through me.

There was a very large tree behind me, so big that it covered all the living things, and the scenery was all gray tones, but at the top of the canvas a large expanse of blue set off the sky as if it had just been baptized, and the crashing colors reflected in my pupils.

I pulled the corners of my mouth and hung on him, buried my face in his chest, and pressed softly against him.

I stared at the painting for a long, long time, and finally my eyes fell on the face of the person in the painting, although my head was slightly bowed, but there was a quiet and elegant smile on my face, and I seemed to be looking at myself in the reflection in the water.

I slowly shifted my gaze to the reflection, and suddenly it felt like something was wrong.

I hurriedly stood up, laid the canvas flat on the ground, and then turned upside down to look at myself in the water, only to find that the expression of the person in the water was completely different!

I was obviously sitting with a faint smile, but the face reflected in the water seemed to be full of sorrow, and my eyes were gray...

At that moment, I covered my mouth in disbelief, tears silently burst out of my eyes, I couldn't believe what I was seeing!

In fact, he has always known, always known that over the years, there are devastation hidden under my smile, Li Ziluo's departure, the grievances of the last century, the choice of friendship and love, everything has made me live so tormented, every minute and every second is trying to hide myself, wearing a mask of calm, but under this mask, I feel sad...

Whether it is good or evil, whether it is right or wrong, the two sides are in a tug-of-war, and I am placed in the middle of this, so all the cowardice, struggle, and pain can only be passed with a smile.

I covered my mouth and looked at the reflection, trembling, and caught a glimpse of what seemed to be an envelope in the package, and I poured it out, and saw that the envelope was signed by Tom, who wrote in very beautiful round English.

At that moment, I covered my mouth in disbelief, tears silently burst out of my eyes, I couldn't believe what I was seeing!

I slowly stood up, wiped the corners of my eyes, walked back to my desk, and spread out the letter.

Tom's sprinkled handwriting appeared in front of my eyes, the letter: "Poigh, when you read this letter, Mr. Lu has left us forever, he died two months after returning to China, ventilation dysfunction caused by respiratory failure, he became ill in China half a year ago, but he has not returned to China for treatment.

At that moment, I covered my mouth in disbelief, tears silently burst out of my eyes, I couldn't believe what I was seeing!

But he left peacefully, and after he returned to China, I accompanied him through the last days of his life, and it was Mr. Lu who insisted on going there, and it is here that I am writing to you.

Rye is near Brighton, the city is located on a hill, surrounded by rivers on three sides, it is very quiet, Mr. Lu is the closest place to heaven, so he stayed here.

In his last days, he would go to St. Mary's Cathedral every day to sit for a while, and then he would sit by the river with the sketchpad I sent you and wait for the sunset.

Later, his health became worse and worse, and he couldn't go out and could only lie in bed.

When he was dying, one day he asked me to push him to the river with the canvas and paint, and after I helped him set up the drawing board, he stared at the painting for a long time, and the weather was bad that day, just like the weather in the painting, gloomy, and the dark clouds were pressing down in large areas.

When he sat with him until almost evening, Mr. Lu suddenly used a lot of paint to change the gray sky in the canvas to blue.

I closed my eyes and shouted in confusion: "Husband..."

After finishing the painting that day, Mr. Lu told me to carefully wrap it and send it to you when the painting was dry.

That night, he died...

After reading the letter, I buried my face between my hands, closed my eyes, a great pain spread from my heart, I slowly raised my eyes and moved my gaze to the painting again, my eyes flashed with moving tears, he finally ... After all, I decided to give me back a piece of blue sky!

Yes, with the influence of the UBA in foreign countries for so many years, how can it be uprooted in just half a year, how is it possible?

I pulled the corners of my mouth and hung on him, buried my face in his chest, and pressed softly against him.

Unless it's him who lets go, unless... He wanted to give up this war from the very beginning!

Yes, with the influence of the UBA in foreign countries for so many years, how can it be uprooted in just half a year, how is it possible?

But why didn't he tell me? Why did he hold on for half a year before letting go?

A huge fog instantly enveloped me, and I stood up again and walked to the image, kneeling on the ground and carefully examining every detail of the painting.

Whether it is light or shadow, he has put a lot of energy into this painting!

Tom's sprinkled handwriting appeared in front of my eyes, the letter: "Poigh, when you read this letter, Mr. Lu has left us forever, he died two months after returning to China, ventilation dysfunction caused by respiratory failure, he became ill in China half a year ago, but he has not returned to China for treatment.

I followed the river all the way to the flamingos and crocodiles that were on the verge of erupting in the confrontation, then slowly moved to the big tree, and then fell back on me in the painting.

Suddenly! I saw something strange in the painting!

A few times when I was with him, I saw Nan Xiu calling him, and it seemed that he had been in contact with Nan Xiu a lot recently.

Directly behind me sat the trunk of the towering tree, and behind the trunk was... There are a pair of eyes!

I instantly got goosebumps, how could this be, I leaned forward and stared at the place carefully, those eyes were hiding behind the tree trunk, as if staring at the scene by the river, the dark eyes and the dark brown trunk were integrated, if I hadn't looked so carefully, I wouldn't have found it at all!

I looked at the detail with wide eyes and disbelief, why did Lu Qianyu draw a pair of eyes behind the big tree, what does this mean?

What do these eyes represent?

I stared at the painting all afternoon, and a feeling of great fear and horror gradually came to my heart, but I could not solve the mystery in it!

The sun gradually set along the horizon and the earth, I put the painting away, I stood by the window overlooking the old city, then picked up my bag and drove to the river, jumped on the embankment, opened a few bottles of beer, and touched the glass to the wine bottle next to me, until I drank several bottles and filled myself slightly drunk, then wiped my tears and muttered: "Take care of yourself when you get there, don't worry about me anymore, Qianyu, go all the way..."

Tom's sprinkled handwriting appeared in front of my eyes, the letter: "Poigh, when you read this letter, Mr. Lu has left us forever, he died two months after returning to China, ventilation dysfunction caused by respiratory failure, he became ill in China half a year ago, but he has not returned to China for treatment.

Finally, I sprinkled his bottle into the river, stared deeply at the river, and silently turned away.

I pulled the corners of my mouth and hung on him, buried my face in his chest, and pressed softly against him.

When I got home, I fell by the door with a red face, Li Ziluo heard the movement and came down from the stairs, and when he saw me drunk, he couldn't help frowning and striding towards me with a reproachful voice: "Why don't you call me when you drink like this?" ”

When he was dying, one day he asked me to push him to the river with the canvas and paint, and after I helped him set up the drawing board, he stared at the painting for a long time, and the weather was bad that day, just like the weather in the painting, gloomy, and the dark clouds were pressing down in large areas.

I pulled the corners of my mouth and hung on him, buried my face in his chest, and pressed softly against him.

He just picked me up and muttered, "How much did you drink?" ”

At that moment, I covered my mouth in disbelief, tears silently burst out of my eyes, I couldn't believe what I was seeing!

Yes, with the influence of the UBA in foreign countries for so many years, how can it be uprooted in just half a year, how is it possible?

Yes, with the influence of the UBA in foreign countries for so many years, how can it be uprooted in just half a year, how is it possible?

I closed my eyes and shouted in confusion: "Husband..."

He let out a shallow "um"...

I don't know why, but I always have a bad feeling...

When he was dying, one day he asked me to push him to the river with the canvas and paint, and after I helped him set up the drawing board, he stared at the painting for a long time, and the weather was bad that day, just like the weather in the painting, gloomy, and the dark clouds were pressing down in large areas.

But I thought that our life, with the departure of the blessing business, can return to peace, but I don't know why, it seems that after this, the two of us are busier, I always feel an invisible shackle, many problems make me more and more anxious, for example, Weiss's loan has been delayed for a long time, and there are sudden problems with financing channels, just to solve the current financial problem is a sword hanging over my head.

Li Ziluo paused for a moment, then entered the room and carried me into the bathroom.

A few times when I was with him, I saw Nan Xiu calling him, and it seemed that he had been in contact with Nan Xiu a lot recently.

From beginning to end, he didn't say a word, helped me take off my clothes, took me in his arms and took a shower for me, wrapped me in a bath towel and stuffed me into the quilt, took off his wet clothes, pulled me to his lap, dried my wet hair, went to bed and dragged me into his arms and said to me deeply: "Sleep." ”

I didn't answer, just whispered as I walked into the room, "He's gone." ”

And Li Ziluo often runs away from home, smiling less and less, and asks him what he is busy with, and he is only solving the remaining problems of Fushang.

Come to think of it, I don't have a long life, but I have experienced too many joys and sorrows in the world too early, life and death, although I have lived a few legends in this short life, but it seems that as long as there is him around, the sky falls, sleep a little, and you can stand again!