In the early morning, several girls hurriedly ran on the road, urging each other as they ran.

"Hurry up, hurry up! If it's late, you won't be able to catch up with the signing of the tea show! ”

"Ahhh I like the painting of the tea big the most, it feels so warm! Gotta hurry."

"Yes, yes, yes! I like it too," the other girl panted, "but my favorite is 'Happiness', which won the gold medal three years ago, and it has a special feeling!"

"And! My goddess is so good-looking, she can rely on her appearance, but she relies on her talent, she is so cute! ”

"Say no more! Hurry up and queue up, limited to 100,000 copies, the first 100 have on-site autographs, it's too late to be late! ”

Several girls rushed into the hall, and there was already a long queue in front of them.

"Alas, alas!" The person in charge of the number of people stopped them, "There are only three people left, and you have one more." ”

The girl who ran at the end immediately made a bitter face, "We came in together, can you be accommodating?" ”

The person in charge was even more bitter than her, "We have dead rules here." ”

The girl almost cried: "I liked Chada from the beginning, I liked her for three years, and I finally saw her once, can you help?"

The other three girls also pleaded one after another.

The person in charge glared and said no.

The girl suddenly burst into tears, and the person in charge saw that the tears were gone, and she was about to find someone to come over and explain.

A faint voice came from behind him, "Let her come along." ”

The person in charge and the girls turned around in surprise and saw a girl in a light blue dress, with a delicate face and a clear temperament, standing not far away, smiling and waving to them.

The person in charge breathed a sigh of relief, and the girls froze for a moment, and then screamed excitedly - "Ahhhhhh Gu Cha!! ”

I really didn't expect to see the deity so soon, and the venue was suddenly full of screams, and the deafening sound could almost tear the roof over!

"Gu Cha! I like you the most! ”

"Gu Cha! Look at me, look at me, I'm your brainless fan! ”

"Ahhh Big, do you remember me? I'm the XXX who sent you a love letter! ”

"Tea big! Be careful on the shore of Daming Lake, do you still want it?! ”

The atmosphere was so hot that the person in charge was happy and wiped his sweat countless times.

Just a hundred people have such an atmosphere, if there are tens of thousands of people, can't they tear up Gu Cha and take it home to offer it?

When it comes to Gu Cha, as long as you are not a lonely person, you should have an impression.

Three years ago, she won the Gold Medal of the internationally renowned painting competition Shenglu with a frame of "Happiness".

Such a heavyweight award, coupled with Fantasia, amazing talent, and beautiful image, made her popular in dozens of countries and famous at home and abroad.

Her paintings of different styles such as "Clouds", "Past Events", "Water Ghosts" and "Souls" have been sought after by many people, pushing her to heights that are difficult for her peers to match.

Immediately afterwards, one of her paintings, "Solitude", won the most powerful Colin Prize in international painting, which is a top award that even the older generation cannot touch the edge, and she easily grabbed it when she was eighteen years old. Since then, she has become famous and has become an insurmountable mountain in the painting world, standing on the top of the mountain without being destroyed.

Her talent, and the starlight in her eyes, caught everyone's eye.

She is like the moonlight through the clouds, known as Asteria under the stars, the most gifted dreamweaver of the East.

How much appeal Gu Cha has, just from the number of paintings she has been invited to famous museums, and the value of all the paintings she has donated as a result of charity auctions, it can be jaw-dropping.

Her talent, and her strength, seemed to be irresistible.

This is the first time she has published a collection of paintings, in order to get her autograph, how many people are waiting here at night, and how many people are traveling thousands of miles to see her.

In the world of painting, her fame even surpassed that of her teacher Jiang Zhou, she was already in the ascendancy, unrivaled among the younger generation.

Before the signing began, the gifts were already piled up in the storage room, and the task that was supposed to be completed in three hours took nearly ten hours.

Adoration, laughter, and excitement filled the entire venue, and by the time everyone was sent out, it was already dark outside.

The person in charge came back, opened the data network, and the pre-sale of 100,000 yuan that started at 10 o'clock in the morning was sold out within an hour.

He stood up excitedly and wanted to share the good news with Gu Cha, but the girl stood up, moved her wrist, put on her coat, carried her bag, and planned to leave.

She wasn't interested in the grades, and she didn't ask about them all the while.

The person in charge calmed down and stepped forward to send her home, she shook her head and waved to the people who had been waiting outside for a long time.

Then walked out.

The person in charge watched her get into the car, and then enthusiastically began to estimate the second printing.

"Is the food from abroad delicious?"

After getting into the car, Wen Cha looked at Zhong Lin, who was driving.

Zhong Lin, who had just returned to China and came to find his friends, touched his nose: "You know, I don't like to eat Western food."

Wen Cha narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment, "Go eat hot pot." ”

Zhong Lin also had this intention, "Okay." ”

The two of them finished eating hot pot sweating profusely, it was already too dark outside, Zhong Lin drove her back, and talked about her plans in recent years on the way.

"I'll probably be there for a few more days, and when the research project comes to fruition, I'll be back."

Wen Cha thought deeply: "After graduation, remember to serve the motherland."

Zhong Lin smiled: "You are now a famous great painter, of course I have to look up to you."

Wen Cha lowered his eyes, shook his head, and smiled softly.

The second task has already been completed.

Saying goodbye to Zhong Lin and returning to the house where he had lived for several years, Wen Chawo chased the drama with the system in the quilt, and after chasing for a while, the system remembered something, "Today, Song Tianjiao should be released from prison." ”

Wen Cha paused, "And then?" ”

"Song Yu sent her out of the country."

Wen Cha nodded, not feeling strange, in the past three years, Song Mingcheng went to the nearest temple to cultivate his self-cultivation, admired the Buddha's light, and became a shopkeeper, after Song Tianjiao was released from prison, he didn't let Song Yu knead it, and sending it abroad was already the best way he could think of.

After Song Tianjiao went abroad, life began to pass slowly, and Wen Cha began to have time to go out to eat and drink with Zhong Lin, Hu Tianhai, of course, the premise is that a certain ghost guy does not follow behind.

However, he is the kraft candy that he can't get rid of, and wherever he goes, she is annoyed, hated and hated, and in the end, Zhong Lin actually accepted Song Yu's existence before her.

After all, they are all men, and they still understand the pain of asking for but not being able to get it.

He began to deliberately match the two, but of course, he couldn't make it.

Half a year later, the system came with the news that Song Tianjiao had died abroad.

The arrogant and arrogant daughter, her ending is diametrically opposed to when she was on top.

She went abroad with the rich money that Song Yu gave her and the promise of never returning to China, at first because of money, she mixed up with the wind and water, left and right, and finally the hedonism in her bones was troubled, and she was also poor because of her profligacy, just when she had nothing to do for her livelihood, she met her love.

A man helped her, he was the stereotypical gentleman type she hated the most, however, his gentleness and respect made the helpless Song Tianjiao dependent, she fell in love with a man, and the man also had a good impression of her.

Just a few days before they were about to get married, they suddenly canceled the wedding.

Wen Cha still remembered what the man said to Song Tianjiao until he left.

He said: "I love you more than anyone else, I love the scars on your face, I love your material barrenness, I love your hidden fragility, I love your bad temper, I can even accept your profligate greed and selfishness in your shell, but I can't bear it, the ugliness of your heart."

He said: "I don't mind if you go to prison, I would rather it be because of material scarcity caused by stealing, selling, killing people and setting fires, there is no way out, there is no way back, but, I can't accept it, the hollowness in your heart, your stomach is full of evil thoughts, it is like a man-eating devil haunting me, making me frightened and creepy."

As long as he thought of what she had done, he was as disgusting as eating a fly, and all his likes turned into disgust, and he couldn't help himself.

He even wondered how he could fall in love with such a person.

"Go away," he said, "I will not marry you, nor will I accept such a man as my wife."

Song Tianjiao died, being hit by a car on a rainy night.

Wen Cha didn't know what was going on in her mind when she died.

None of this matters.

Importantly, the last task was completed.

It's time for her to go, too.

She found a sunny afternoon, and Song Yu drove a boat on the sea, and he had a rare smile on his face, and kept looking at her, thinking that she was finally going to give him a chance.

When the boat was sailing into the deepest sea, she suddenly turned her head and smiled at him, a smile he had never seen before, and his heart moved, and he walked to her side, wanting to touch her hair, but she reached out and hugged him, and said something that he had been worried about all his life.

She said, "I know it's you."

He didn't know exactly what she wanted to express, but he had a hunch that this sentence must be important.

He hugged her back and was about to ask again, but Wen Cha stood on tiptoe and kissed the corner of his mouth, as he had imagined countless times.

He was ecstatic and was about to respond enthusiastically.

Wen Cha gently pulled away his hand, left his embrace, and said to himself: "Even if it's you, I'm not happy at all."

He wanted to ask her why she wasn't happy.

She smiled and waved her hand as if to say goodbye.

Then, like a butterfly that had lost its wings, she floated past his eyes and fell into the infinite blue sea.

Everything is fast, like a dream, fleeting.

He didn't have time to react, and before he even heard the sound of water, the man had already disappeared.

"No!"

He cried out, trying to grasp something, and the only thing he held in the palm of his hand was the desolate wind.

Zhong Lang said: "She has a disease in her heart, she is unhappy, please take good care of her."

Zhong Lin said: "She is my patient, she has depression, please treat her well."

Jiang Zhou said: "In her paintings, there is no love, only loneliness, have you seen it?"

He couldn't see anything, he couldn't hear anything.

He only knew that when he chose Song Tianjiao and gave up on her, the warm tea who would like him was already dead.

He thought he could make up for it.

Not everything can be remedied.

She died at the age of seventeen and never looked back.

The next lingering breath is just to take revenge on him and everyone.

She said, I know it's you, even if it's you, I'm not happy at all.

He thought at the time, he was not afraid of waiting, she was not afraid of being unhappy, as long as he was by his side, he would have a lifetime to make her happy.

But she didn't need it anymore, she made him regret it with the determination of death.

And she did.

She must have known how much he liked her.

She must know that her trick will work.

She must know that he will live well until he is gray-haired and long-lived, and as long as she does not come to pick him up, he will always wait for her.

It's like he knows that his life, long before she left, was over.

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Zhong Lin pushed open the door.

The heavy smoke made him frown.

He looked at the floor-to-ceiling window and found the man in a black suit, he put the invitation on the coffee table, and said with a slight smile, "I'm getting married."

The man over thirty years old turned his head when he heard the voice, with a trace of coldness in his eyes that could not be dissipated all year round, and there was a secret inquiry in his eyes

Zhong Lin was coldly looked at by him and touched his nose, "It's my teacher's daughter, she has been following me since I went abroad, and she has been dragging on for so many years, it's time to give her an explanation." ”

The man didn't speak, just laughed.

"Remember to come then."

Zhong Lin tidied up his clothes and walked out, walked a few steps, looked back at the cigarette ash on the ground, and said, "Don't smoke cigarettes, beware of lung cancer, it's too troublesome."

The man noncommittally placed the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and there was silence in his eyes.

I didn't even listen to him.

Zhong Lin's feet were lifted and lifted, but he still didn't go out in the end.

"Do you still love her?"

"Who?"

"Gu Cha."

"I don't love it anymore." The man whispered, "I don't love her anymore." ”

"Really?"

"Hmm."

"Okay," Zhong Lin couldn't understand the extent of the dislove in his mouth, and comforted him: "The person is dead, and the corpse that was fished up has been burned to ashes, if you really don't love her anymore, don't delay yourself, find a suitable person, let's be together."

Don't delay yourself......

Find the right person......

Let's be together.

The man was amused by these three words, "Did you think the same way before?" ”

Zhong Lin's expression was stunned.

"I hadn't thought of it that way before." He looked directly at the man, and his smile faded a little, "I used to be like you, always thinking about keeping something, but people, the more you want to keep something, the faster you lose it, and in the end, you can't keep anything, but so what?" We still have to move forward. ”

Marry a wife and have children, and have a house full of children and grandchildren.

I can't hold the first hand.

That's fate.

"I accept my fate." Zhong Lin said, "Do you recognize it?"

The man didn't speak, and the silent light in his eyes was like a pool of deep stagnant water.

"I don't believe in fate."

"It's okay not to believe it." Zhong Lin shrugged his shoulders and began to laugh again, "If you believed in your fate, you wouldn't be like this." ”

“……”

"In the future, if you figure it out, forget about her." Zhong Lin looked at the stars blooming outside the window, and said softly: "As for people, they are all saying goodbye non-stop, it's just a matter of time, she can't see it if you are like this, the past can never be changed, at most, you are just practicing yourself."

"Don't toss yourself anymore."

After saying this, he pushed the door and walked away without looking back.

This is the fifth year that Gu Cha has left.

From the initial hatred, to the current pity.

His psychology has also become more and more mature, and he no longer has the initial hatred for this man who let Gu Cha die.

People have to grow.

The price of growth is either death or youth.

Such a price is too heavy.

He saw clearly what he wanted, but Song Yu was still living in the past.

On the day Zhong Lin got married, Song Yu also went.

He stood at the door of the church, gave the money, and walked along the street outside the church.

The streets are lined with summer flowers.

He still remembered the bright eyes he had opened when he brought flowers to her that summer.

He raised his lips and smiled, and walked all the way on, reaching the cemetery at dusk.

On the tombstone, a girl in a long white dress smiled, her face was reserved, and there was always a melancholy in her eyes.

He naively thought that he could use his whole life to give her the same smile as her peers.

They can go through countless cold and summer cycles, harvest in autumn and hide in winter, plant her favorite flowers in front of the house, and let her paint a whole summer on the roof.

When he was hungry, he went to cook the meals she liked.

When she is thirsty, she also has her favorite honey grapefruit tea.

The best things in his life were given by her, and all his imagination in the future was closely related to her.

But when she was picked up by him, her body was so cold, he never knew that a person's body could be as cold as ice.

Ice that can never be recovered.

He finally understood that all imagination is just imagination.

Other than that, he has nothing.

He stood in the empty cemetery all night, and the next morning, it rained heavily, and someone found him in the rain and said that the old man was no longer good.

When he walked to Song Mingcheng's side, there were too many regrets and regrets in the old man's cloudy eyes, but more of them were fear.

In the end, he still regretted it.

He held the young man's hand tightly, wanting to get a moment of comfort, he didn't want to fall into Jiuquan, and he was facing the appearance of hatred for his benefactor.

But in the end, he didn't get anything, he saw Song Yu's numb eyes.

"I'm sorry you......"

He cried like a child in front of Song Yu.

There was no more pleading, only remorse, "I'm sorry for you......"

Gu Cha and his affairs, he knew everything clearly.

But so what?

He still complained about her in his heart, if it weren't for her, Song Tianjiao would not have died, and his relationship with Song Yu would not have become like this.

Even at some point, he felt that Gu Cha's death was a retribution.

But at the last moment, he finally understood that all the retribution was repaid on Song Yu.

From then on, he had no relatives and no reason, and being alone was the greatest retribution.

But he couldn't do anything, he could only end up with all his remorse and hatred.

Song Yu buried him in another cemetery.

On that day, it was still raining as usual.

Zhong Lin found him with an umbrella.

They stood by the cemetery for a long time.

Zhong Lin asked him, "Have you figured it out?"

The man with pale temples turned his head.

Zhong Lin smiled, "Laneige has a good female classmate, if you figure it out, I'll let her introduce it to you." ”

Laneige was his wife.

Song Yu smiled nonchalantly, "You know, why can't I love her anymore?" ”

Zhong Lin looked sideways.

The man with calm eyebrows and eyes whispered, "My heart has long died with her."

He couldn't love anyone anymore.

Zhong Lin was stunned, he turned around, walked into the rain with an umbrella, his slender back was still as tall as before, but Zhong Lin saw the vicissitudes of life for no reason.

He sighed, his eyes moist.

For many years after that, he never saw Song Yu again.

Every time on the day of the Gu Tea Festival, no matter how early he goes, there are always stars in full bloom in front of the tombstone.

It's like years ago, nothing has changed.

Later, when he had a child, he finally saw Song Yu again.

It was on the day of his sacrifice.

Some people say that it was Valentine's Day, and it was snowing heavily, and when he walked to the cemetery with the flowers, he fell and never got up again.

He got lung cancer and died in front of Gu Cha's grave.

Zhong Lin buried him in Gu Cha's tomb.

He looked at the tombstone, raised his eyebrows and smiled, and there were too many years in the corners of his eyes.

He said, "I lost."

It turns out that people can really not believe in fate.

Do not accept fate.