In 2024

Shan Peng, who returned to the five-star hotel, lay on the bed depressedly, looked at the set of paintings covered with white cloth at the foot of the bed, and sobbed quietly.

The phone rang, and it was from the museum.

"Mr. Shan, your paintings have all been framed, do you have any other works you would like to display? If not, the organizers want to hold an auction. The museum staff asked cautiously, for fear that the tone was not right, and the famous painter would be dissatisfied.

"There is another painting, that is my treasure, and it is also my most proud work so far, the specific process is to let my assistant contact you, I am a little tired." Shan Peng said in a hoarse voice.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Shan, you have a good rest, pay attention to your body, and you can contact the hotel directly if you have any needs." The people at the museum were relieved and quickly hung up the phone.

Shan Peng looked at the painting that had been placed in the corner, and his eyes showed a trace of unwillingness and remorse. The figure of a girl looming under the white cloth.

"Sakura-chan, where the hell are you?" Shan Peng said with sad eyes.

Shan Peng played the song, which was the song he had heard recently.

"If I were young, I wouldn't feel inferior."

"Know what is precious."

"What I didn't give to you is my life's shame."

After many years, he has gained a lot and lost a lot at the same time, but listening to the nostalgic singing on his mobile phone, there is always a pang of colic in his heart.

In the rain and fog outside, Shan Peng seemed to see the cherry blossom, remembering an old man and that love that he didn't actually have.

Shan Peng bowed his head as if he had confessed himself, and muttered: "How I hope that on that hillside, the sun is still bright, the wind is shaking the leaves of the trees, and it is beautiful for us to stand there and not speak." Some people say that if a person falls in love with the stream, it is because he has never seen the sea, and now I have seen the Milky Way, and I only love you as a star. ”

Suddenly, a thought came to his mind, and Shan Peng began to rummage through his paintbrush as if he had gone crazy.

However, when Shan Peng unfolded the drawing board and adjusted the color, he did not put down the brush for a long time, and the paint on the brush began to fall because it stayed for too long.

"Tick tock."

Spring 2014.

"Your question is a bit strange." Shan Peng lay on the grass and laughed heartily and said, "It's like I've never been out of that cherry blossom mountain in my life." ”

"What's the matter, people are just curious." Sakura lowered her head and said shyly.

Shan Peng, who has traveled through the mountains and seas, told Sakura in detail about the outside world, and also told the customs and people around the world, of course, these things are learned from art textbooks.

"It turns out that the outside world is so beautiful." Sakura said expectantly.

Half of the sun had disappeared from the river, and the remaining half of the sun was like a black arch by the river, and Sakura watched the sunset sink little by little, until the silvery river was completely black, and night was coming, and it was the last touch of sunset.

Sakura's eyes began to glaze, and Shan Peng could read sadness in Sakura's eyes, and the two of them just didn't speak, and as the last light disappeared, Sakura's eyes dimmed completely.

"I love the world, if only I could look at it." Sakura hugged her body tightly and buried her head in her body, like a kitten that had been discarded.

"What's the matter, wouldn't it be nice to come out and play again tomorrow." Shan Peng said nonchalantly: "When I was a child, I lived outside the Fifth Ring Road, and in the eyes of those people in the city, we were just dirt buns, and those people appeared in many places in bright clothes. But I don't like it, I like stars, small fish, even if those things are advanced, I can't raise some interest. ”

"And then?" Sakura asked.

"No, the kind of thing called life keeps putting pressure on everyone, and I see a lot of girls who obviously like small animals, but they are also scolded by the landlord because of this. Do you know why many people like to read novels, watch art exhibitions, and play games? ”

"Why?" As a well-behaved listener, Sakura is always able to ask her own questions when it matters most.

"Maybe they also want to be able to taste life twice in the virtual world."

Sakura nodded thoughtfully, and began to slowly crawl towards Shan Peng with her hands and feet.

It was the first time for Shan Peng to be so close to a girl, and he felt that his limbs were not coordinated when his head was short-circuited.

Night had come, and only the whirring of the wind remained on the quiet hillside.

Shan Peng was as motionless as a stake, just staring at Sakura with a short breath.

Just when the two of them didn't know how the plot should develop, Sakura suddenly opened her arms and tightly wrapped her arms around Shan Peng's neck.

The rest of the story is not the same as those words that overly describe passion, Shan Peng just hugged Sakura in his arms tightly, very warm.

"Sister, is something inappropriate for children happening?" April, blindfolded with his fingers, asked.

"You won't see for yourself." Sima Yue hid aside and snorted coldly.

"Oh, people are still children, and seeing such shameful things is always not conducive to physical and mental development." April pretended to be shy.

"Less, you covered your face with your fingers but forgot to blindfold your eyes." Sima Yue gently kicked April's ass with his foot and said.

"Then should we go down and stop it now?" April asked.

"Stop a fart, where are the little couples kissing me and me, you go up and make trouble, don't be afraid that people will be villains and stab you, hurry back to sleep, and go home early tomorrow morning." Sima Yue turned around and prepared to leave.

"But she's—" April said uneasily.

"What is she? She's just an innocent little girl who has just fallen in love, hurry up and go, don't tell me to kick you. Sima Yue gave the most tactful order in an unquestionable tone.

It's late at night, and all sorts of neon lights are starting to kick in, creating a stark contrast between the bustling metropolis and the quiet riverside.

The river is constantly surging, and some small shrimp and crabs that emerge at night have also begun to crawl out of the gravel beach, and the pebbles that have been washed by the river to reflect the light of the stars are also reflected.

Shan Peng squatted by the river, looking at Sakura-chan who kept stepping around in the muddy pool with her bare feet.

"Aren't your parents in a hurry when you come home so late?"

"Don't worry, they went out today, and I'll sleep alone tonight."

"And when are you going back?"

"It's okay before eleven o'clock in the evening."

"In three hours, we can go to one more place."