Chapter 28
Wang Jiazhi was walking on the road, holding a covered canvas in her arms and humming a song happily.
The painting had been drying for a month, and while the surface was dry, it would take at least two or three more months for it to dry completely. She had already told Xia Jingyun that she wouldn't go there this month, also to save some money. She was worried about leaving it there.
Back in the dormitory, she placed the painting in a corner to dry. She patted it and said, "I'll paint it for you after it's dry."
Strangely enough, as soon as I took the painting back, it started raining outside.
Wang Jiazhi sat by the window, looking out at the misty rain, and her past thoughts came back to her. She shook her head and told herself not to think about it anymore.
She also wants to survive, but how can she survive in this chaotic world?
A feeling I hadn't felt in a long time returned, like a ghost. It had been like this since I brought him back, as if the painting was truly possessed.
After turning off the lights, they all lit a candle in the mosquito net. Wang Jiazhi was reading "The Poems of the Two Southern Tang Sovereigns."
Xiaoshuang knitted a sweater by candlelight. Now she could stay up late just to knit. She hadn't had the fortitude to do so before, even for the big exam. Sure enough, this was love.
I read a sentence: It is easy to say goodbye but hard to meet again.
She thought of the last time she saw him, and she wished he could look at her again.
Xiao Shuang counted the stitches and asked her, "Are you going to sleep?"
Wang Jiazhi said, "You can keep weaving. That little light won't disturb my sleep. But you better not hurt your eyes."
Xiao Shuang smiled and said, "No, I'll fall asleep soon."
Wang Jiazhi blew out the candle and crawled under the quilt to sleep. A warm yellow light still shone through the small double mosquito net.
The rain is still falling outside. Listening to the sound of the rain, the house seems like a small boat.
The night rain in the rivers and lakes has been a lamp for ten years.
She seemed like a wanderer in a small boat on the river on a rainy night, a floating leaf, with no home of her own and no one who loved her in this world.
"That's fine. Even if my body is left exposed in the wilderness, I don't have to worry about anyone being upset."
She thought so in her heart.
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