Twenty years later, Li Yuan, now an adult, came to the capital of China for the first time to visit the home where his mother had lived for more than twenty years.
Li Yuan still remembers that he passed by a lake and, with his excellent eyesight, he immediately spotted the girl sitting by the lake.
The girl wore a plaid long dress and had her hair styled in two very simple braids.
An easel sat before her, a palette held in her left hand and a paintbrush in her right. She carefully observed the scenery before her and painted the beauty into her artwork.
Her eyes were incredibly beautiful, almost magical; one glance was enough to draw you in completely, leaving you utterly captivated.
She was aloof, with a clear indifference in her eyes. Her face was expressionless, and she exuded an aura of arrogance.
He grew up in Europe and was surrounded by blonde, blue-eyed Western girls. This was the first time he had ever met such a beautiful Eastern girl.
Li Yuan was stunned for a moment.
The girl seemed to sense his gaze, turned her head, and met his eyes.
Seeing Li Yuan staring at her, the girl was neither annoyed nor angry. She simply frowned her beautiful, delicate eyebrows, said nothing, and silently packed up her painting tools and left.
Seeing that she was about to leave, Li Yuan's legs seemed to follow her uncontrollably. The girl walked ahead, and he followed behind, maintaining a distance of about five meters between them.
Finally, the girl seemed unable to hold back any longer, turned around, and looked at him with an unfriendly gaze.
It was at this moment that Li Yuan finally mustered up his courage and spoke: "Hello, my name is Li Yuan, what is your name?"
The girl was stunned, not expecting him to strike up a conversation with her.
Van Gogh once said something that sounds like poetry.
Everyone has a fire burning inside, but passersby only see the smoke.
But there will always be someone, there will always be just one person who can see this fire, and then come over and stay with me.
I saw his fire in the crowd, and then I walked over quickly, afraid that if I was a little slower, he would be swallowed up by the dust of time.
I walked breathlessly, carrying with me my passion, my indifference, my rage, my gentleness, and my unconditional belief in love.
I stammered and asked her: What's your name?
It all started with your name; from then on, everything else came into being.
………
Li Yuan had a dream in which he returned to twenty years ago, to the time when he first met Xi Luo.
He had always been rational and composed since childhood. Because he inherited his mother's Eastern features, he inevitably felt out of place among a group of Westerners. Although they didn't say anything openly out of consideration for his identity, they gossiped about him behind his back.
He was aloof, composed, and calm. But when he first saw Xi Luo, for some reason, all his composure vanished without a trace.
Knowing that fire lay ahead, he was still willing to be a moth, rushing towards it without hesitation.
It all started when he asked her what her name was, and that's how things progressed.
In his dazed state, Li Yuan felt a gaze fixed on him.
He opened his eyes, still slightly sleepy from just waking up.
I looked up and met those familiar eyes.
In that instant, Li Yuan thought he saw Xi Luo, and his pupils shrank.
Twenty years have passed, and he has dreamt of her countless times. This is the first time he feels that everything before him is so real...
"Xiao Luo..." he called out unconsciously.
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