Late night finally enveloped the city.

There were no lights, no candles, no electricity, no fire, only invisible darkness in front of you.

Yang Zheng looked at the dark room, he closed the book and closed his eyes.

In the darkness of the night, he could clearly hear his own breathing.

He was also in the dark, as if he smelled the fragrance of plum blossoms.

……

Old houses are like that, they always trip inadvertently.

The old house is indeed always like this, otherwise, who would think that the old house is actually the same as people, there is also life and death, and there are joys and sorrows?

Yang Zheng was used to tripping.

I am also accustomed to hearing the residents of the whole building scolding and pushing open the door after tripping, gathering together in the middle of the corridor, and pushing the main gate together.

Sometimes, Yang Zheng thinks.

The designer who designed this building in the first place would never have imagined that the doors and walls he eliminated not only did not give the residents the yearning for freedom, but also killed a lot of kindness.

He probably wouldn't have thought that the harmony of neighbors actually only needed a general gate that would often trip.

……

Five minutes later, the lights came on.

There were also all kinds of scolding in the corridor, those swear words from the south and the north, mixed with various dialects, seemed to help this old house, scolding the designer who designed her in the first place.

This yin and yang are frustrated, mixed with a flat tongue, a tongue and a tongue with a tongue sound.

It is undoubtedly no longer proved that the residents of this building have also changed batch after batch.

It seems that the only thing that remains unchanged here is the dilapidated iron gate and the old building.

Yang Zheng listened to the complaints from all over the world in the corridor, and he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and secretly scolded a three-word swear word known as a national scolding.

The little three-word swear word, when it was in his mouth, seemed to require all his strength to spit out, and when he was spit out, it made people feel full of strength again.

In between this spitting, this little three-word swear word also seems to have undergone a wonderful reincarnation.

In this wonderful cycle of reincarnation, the walls that have been twisted into a variety of colors are carved with faces full of anger, melancholy, sadness, powerlessness, and grief, but at the last moment, these faces spit out with these three swear words, and they are without exception turned into happy smiling faces.

Sometimes, you can't hold it back, you can't hide it.

Instead, we should vent these negativity and anger, turn them into strength, and stand up again.

When Yang Zheng was about to reopen the "Plum Blossom Book", there was a knock on his door, and when he opened the door, he saw Huanhuan at a loss.

"What's wrong?" Yang Zheng looked at the anxious Huanhuan, he was a little stunned.

Huanhuan pointed to the computer and then to the clock, his eyes full of anxiety.

"It's ten o'clock." Yang Zheng looked at the clock, he seemed to understand Huanhuan's anxiety.

He turned sideways, looked at Huanhuan with a writing pad, walked to his computer, and drew a cartoon that no one cared about.

Huanhuan is a person who keeps her promises, and she promised her readers early on that she would never give up drawing this comic.

And she did it, even if the person she agreed with at the beginning gave up her comics because of other people's evaluations.

But she didn't give up on herself.

……

Yang Zheng was lying on the bed, but he couldn't read the chess game.

He secretly looked at Huanhuan on the side, full of cranky thoughts.

He still remembered the cartoon that talked about Huanhuan, the penniless critic.

He also remembered that when everyone agreed with the critic's words, he drew his knife and defended the little girl beside him.

He remembered that he almost lost the battle in the torrent of vicious words.

However, he did not give up.

Just like this girl next to her.

That night, he fought those men for hundreds of rounds.

That night, he also ushered in the end of being locked up in a small dark room without lights after his floor was reported.

He still votes on time every day, stubbornly believing that Huanhuan's paintings are still appreciated.

He will still be with Huanhuan every day.

He couldn't figure out whether he was in love with Huanhuan or something else.

However, he could understand that if he saw any unfair gossip about Huanhuan, he would definitely have the courage to stand in front of Huanhuan and shield her from the wind and rain.

He thought that Huanhuan should be the same.

Otherwise, how could she send herself an umbrella and go home with her on that rainy day?

Love may not be vigorous, nor is it so beautiful and moving.

But love must be that someone will stand in front of him with an umbrella in spite of everything when it rains.

……

Huanhuan's comics, it seems that after the critic's video, the traffic has plummeted.

In a month's time, only five collections have risen.

Now there are less than ten collections.

With such dismal results, her editors wanted her to give up.

But she shook her head.

The editor looked at her stubborn and said that she was wasting her time and that she was torturing the readers.

also said that no matter how hard she tried, her paintings could not meet a perfect ending.

But she still smiled and refused.

The editor also said that he wanted her to add themes and elements.

You see, you see, chess has long been the dust of history, and other elements must be added, she said.

Such as goldfinger, rebirth, and handsome men and beautiful women. In this way, the reader will be able to read it and make people think about it.

Huanhuan still smiled and shook her head.

The editor said that she was unreasonable, that she would never be a cartoonist in her life, and that the book would not be read by more people.

Nor will this book become a comic book worth circulating as she wishes. The book will never bring her any benefit.

But she was still shaking her head.

Because she knew that someone would always vote for her at some point.

She also knew that the only thing she could give him was this comic drawn with a pen and heart.

That's all she has, too.

……

Huanhuan's pen is very serious.

The round lines are very similar to the chess that Yang Zheng played in bed because of reading "Plum Blossom Spectrum".

The sharp edge of the pen depicts her and his dreams.

"You're so good at drawing, why don't you become a painter, a cartoonist?"

It was as if she had seen the reflection of a person halfway through the drawing.

When the man looked at the reality and wanted to give up the only painting she thought she was best at, he reached out and gently picked up her drawings that had been returned by the editor.

praised her from the bottom of his heart.

He relented and rented her his room, which was full of his memories.

He also said half-jokingly when Huanhuan lowered his head and clenched his fists excitedly because of his recognition: "If you don't have the money to pay the rent that day, you can give me this painting." ”

"Because, for both a painter and a writer, the saddest thing is that his work is recognized only after his death."

"This kind of praise that cannot be seen, touched, or heard is actually the greatest irony of that painter and writer."

"It's like this building that used to have no teeth."

"Only with his teeth installed can he protect the kind residents who live here with a smile like he does now."

Her pen is getting faster and faster.

He held the book and chess hand, and began to tremble uncontrollably because of the smell of flowers beside him.

Outside the window, a meteor quietly streaked by.

At this moment, his and hers' lips moved slightly.

Almost at the same time, the word general was spit out.

It seems that the essence of chess is still chess.

Instead of those clothes mixed with handsome men and beautiful women, and those weird and bizarre coats that appear in order to attract attention!