Walking in the quaint town again, the busyness of passers-by leaving in a hurry gradually kicked off the beautiful prelude. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"This is the Broken Bridge!"

Although the scenery was black and white in my eyes, it could not withstand the impact of the atmosphere and artistic conception, and I slowly lost myself in the splendor of joy.

"Holding an oil-paper umbrella and wandering alone for a long time", presumably this kind of artistic conception is only the most widespread in ancient times, which represents an artistic conception and a kind of remembrance.

I stood silently on the street, quietly looking at the figure who left in a hurry, and I couldn't help but feel a little lost in my heart.

It's probably what it's like to be alone, there's no one on the street anymore, just me watching the rain.

The thunder is heavy and the rain is small, but it is not small, after all, it can already drench people into soup chickens, and it is not a light rain.

Isn't the willow branches swaying on the bank of the river just the story of the breeze? It speaks of peace, of stability, and of the feelings of a foreigner.

Eventually, I picked up an oil-paper umbrella, which was broken and broken, but barely sheltered from the rain, and I reckon it had been abandoned, so I planned to use it to explore the place for the time being.

Walking from the street to the lake, I was taken back to the lake, and as I walked through the lake, I couldn't help but look back at the city!

Is this the wisdom of the ancients?

The rain drenched the towers and walls, and also damp my mind, for a touch of red lit up the light of my dark night.

It's a person, a woman, the only woman with color!

Painting the general world, the surrounding black and white is to set off her red and beautiful!

With a little melancholy, she held a red oil-paper umbrella, and her red dress fluttered and rolled in the rain breeze, which amazed the whole picture!

She is so outstanding, with her here, this picture is enough!

I couldn't see her expression clearly, but I felt the resentment and sorrow.

Who is she missing?

What was she thinking?

Who made her so concerned?

The rain continued to fall, hazy the picture, and also hazy her figure, leaving the sight of the red dress and the red oil-paper umbrella.

In the smoke and rain,

I can't help but be stupid, and I'm awake!

On the desk, there is an ink painting, and a red woman stands on it with an umbrella, which is very conspicuous.

Strictly speaking, it was a failed work, but I didn't destroy the scroll, but hung it in my study.

What did I do? I don't know? The rain in this painting was created by splashing ink, but I can't remember how it was splashed, maybe it had something to do with this girl!