You didn't come as expected, and this must be the meaning of parting.

The cold wave came, and a girl with a fragile face sat under the cherry blossom tree in a daze, and the raindrops dripping from the treetops were like a silver curtain.

The girl looked left and right, and there was a hint of intersection in her eyes.

Her time was running out, and this cold spell shattered her plans.

Thunder rumbled across the sky, and white lightning slashed through the clouds like a sharp sword.

A brief flash of lightning illuminated the young man in front of the girl, his hair was soaked, his shirt was clinging to his skin, his shoes were stained with a lot of mud, and the boy looked like a reservoir dog who had just crawled out of the water to find his master.

The boy gasped for air, his breath forming a white mist in the cold weather.

"What are you running so fast for?" The girl complained, but she had no intention of standing up.

"Sakura-chan, I've finally found you." The boy was stunned for a moment and said.

"You take a breath first, you're like a chicken in soup." Sakura smiled as she covered her mouth with her hand.

The boy was a twenty-year-old Shan Peng.

Shan Peng lowered his head and saw his reflection in the underground pool, not knowing whether it was the joy of losing and regaining it or the emotion of waiting for a long time to finally find the answer, the twenty-year-old boy actually smirked at Sakura.

"You can't be a rain-soaked brain, do you?" Sakura said with a pout.

That kind of smile is a smile that only people in love can make, and that kind of spoiled, joyful smile is more like the result of running in both directions.

"Where have you been all these years? I've been waiting for you so hard. Shan Peng said aggrievedly.

After speaking, Shan Peng was afraid that Sakura would say goodbye again, so he hurriedly grabbed Sakura with his hand.

In the next second, Shan Peng saw that his pair had actually passed through Sakura's body, and helplessness and sadness came to his heart.

"What's going on?" Shan Peng said with an incredulous expression.

"It's a dream." Sakura said with a smile.

"Dreaming?" Shan Peng muttered to himself.

"Actually, you always knew you couldn't find me, you just couldn't believe it." Sakura explained.

Shan Peng, who was holding his head in his hands and choking constantly, finally remembered that he had lit the plate of incense sent by Sima Yue not long ago, and then fell asleep in a daze.

"Okay, don't be upset. Besides, don't we have a very romantic date? And today I have fulfilled my last wish. Shan Peng, in the future, you have to draw well, play well, and live well, you know no. Sakura's tone changed from a smile at the beginning to a slurred.

"What do you mean by that?" Shan Peng asked anxiously.

"It's time, it's time for me to go." Sakura said with a reluctant smile.

"Where are you going? I won't let you go. ”

Sakura seemed to use all her strength to stand up, and slowly walked out of the cherry blossom tree, and Shan Peng immediately pounced on it when he saw this, but what Shan Peng didn't expect was that Sakura's body slowly became transparent.

"Goodbye."

In an instant, Sakura's body vanished, leaving Shan Peng with only endless cherry blossoms.

"No!" Shan Peng sat up on the bed with a wail.

Paintbrushes were scattered on the ground, all kinds of paint were thrown everywhere, crackling raindrops buzzed outside, and only the hands on the clock walked unhurriedly.

It was his own room, but there was a smell of someone else in the room.

Shan Peng didn't turn on the lights, sat down next to the coffee table, silently looked at the neon lights and heavy rain outside, and his heart slowly quieted down.

The exhibition was held as scheduled, and as expected by the organizers, there was an endless stream of visitors.

A female reporter wearing a top hat came to Shan Peng and introduced herself and said: "Hello, Mr. Shan, we are from Liushui City Radio and Television Station, my name is Chu Yan, can you give me a little time?" I'd like to visit you. ”

The assistant next to him hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Shan has fifteen minutes to participate in the auction." ”

The female reporter was disappointed and ready to leave after hearing this, but was unexpectedly stopped by a voice.

"It's okay, don't I have ten minutes left?"

The female reporter looked back flattered, and Shan Peng stood in front of her with a kind face.

"Thank you so much, can we start now?"

"Absolutely."

"First question, I heard that you had some problems when you were in college, and then you went to the cherry blossom courtyard, and you have been there ever since, and we all know about it, but I want to ask what attracted you there."

"It's a friend of mine, and she's the one who gave me the motivation to keep painting."

"Okay, I heard that you have prepared a painting that took a lot of effort this time, I wonder if we can see it today?"

"Of course, if nothing else, this should be my last drawing."

"The last painting? Do you mean to prepare for a retirement from the art world? But how young are you? ”

"Who said you have to create more when you're young, all my inspiration is already reflected in that painting. I don't think I'll ever have more than this one. ”

"And what was your last piece called?"

"A girl under the cherry blossom tree."

"What is the meaning of your painting?"

Hearing the meaning, Shan Peng began to be silent, and it was not until a while later that he slowly spoke: "That person may never come back, maybe tomorrow." ”

The reporter who seemed to be still understanding Shan Peng's meaning did not continue to ask questions, Shan Peng saw a pair of sisters and brothers who were admiring the gallery not far away, and immediately prevaricated: "I'm sorry, I still have some things, Xiao Zhang will help me receive them." ”

The assistant next to him immediately took over and said, "I'm sorry, reporter friend, Mr. Shan's time is very tight. If you would like an interview, please let us know in advance. ”

Shan Peng, who escaped from the crowd, came to the pair of sisters and brothers in three steps and said in two steps: "Is that dream I had real?" ”

Sima Yue didn't say much, just took out a diary in his arms and put it in front of Shan Peng and said: "The transaction has been completed, this diary can be regarded as a gift from me to the customer, as for whether the dream you said is true, only you may know." ”