The girl then realized she had let go. "I'm sorry."
Gu Li wielded his pen and wrote words elegantly on the paper. He then placed the paper and pen back in the girl's hand and looked at her again, saying, "Keep it up, you have some talent."
With just this one sentence, the girl remained in the same spot even after the two had walked away.
The middle-aged painter witnessed this scene and, increasingly indignant, stepped forward, feeling that the girl was only attracted to his looks and had no understanding of art. He was going to teach her what art was.
“Little girl,” the painter walked up to the girl, “what are you talking about with those two clueless young people? They’re just unknown painters. Why don’t you come and look at my paintings? What do you say?” He couldn’t hide his desire to show off.
The girl paused, then repeated, "An unknown, little painter?" Her tone was indifferent and detached. "Who are you talking about?"
She held up the note in her hand, "It's not going to be about the person who signed it for me, is it?"
The piece of paper had only the character "pear" on it, with a girl's figure drawn next to it. Even with such a simple drawing, one could tell who had drawn it.
The middle-aged painter stared at the piece of paper in a daze; it wasn't just a random point, it was actually real.
The young man's figure had long since disappeared into the distance, and only a blurry image of them walking together under an umbrella could be barely made out. The middle-aged painter couldn't help but exclaim, "I actually missed it."
Jiang Xu and Gu Li returned on the small boat, swaying gently. This time, the boatman was a woman dressed in coarse cloth. The tune suddenly became melodious and pleasant, as gentle as the ripples of water.
Jiang Xu looked at Gu Li and asked, "Did you have fun?"
Gu Li said, “I just came to visit, and I didn’t think about whether I would be happy or not before I came.” He looked at Jiang Xu beside him, “But I’m quite happy now.”
Jiang Xu, "Hmm?"
“I was quite regretful before. I also had a solo exhibition back then, but Gu Feng dragged me down and delayed both of them. I didn’t really care before, since it was already like that,” Gu Li continued thoughtfully. “But having a proper exhibition would have been quite different. I think if it had ended properly back then, it would have been in time.”
Before Jiang Xu could say anything, Gu Li spoke up again, "Actually, I know it's quite boring to keep making assumptions, but I have to remember him. If I can't even remember him, then no one else will really care about him."
Jiang Xu said, "Remember, I'll remind you if you forget. It's good to have something to look forward to; most people live on those things."
Gu Li looked at Jiang Xu and asked, "Do you have any thoughts about it too?"
“Yes,” Jiang Xu looked at Gu Li with tender eyes, “you are my longing, and,” he placed his hand on Gu Li’s neck, feeling life pulsating in his palm, “can you add me to your longings, Gu Li?”
Gu Li felt his blood burning, and the area covered by Jiang Xu was especially hot. He reached out and covered the back of Jiang Xu's hand. "Okay," his heart pounded, "Of course it's okay, Jiang Xu."
One thought at a time, one thought a year, one thought every year.
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