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 remembered that he passed by a lake and with his good eyesight he saw the girl sitting by the lake at a glance.
The girl was wearing a plaid long skirt and had two simple pigtails.
There is an easel in front of her. She holds the palette in her left hand and the paintbrush in her right hand. She looks carefully at the scenery in front of her and paints the beautiful scenery into her work.
Her eyes are very beautiful, like magic. Just one look at them will make you fall into the whirlpool and unable to extricate yourself.
She was cold, with obvious indifference in her eyes. There was no expression on her face, and she exuded an aloof and arrogant air.
He had lived in Europe since he was a child and had only met blonde and blue-eyed Western girls. This was the first time he had met such a beautiful Oriental girl.
Li Yuan was stunned for a moment.
The girl seemed to feel his gaze, turned her head, and met his eyes.
Seeing Li Yuan staring at her, the girl was neither annoyed nor angry. She just frowned her beautiful eyebrows, put away her painting supplies and left without saying a word.
Seeing her about to leave, Li Yuan's legs seemed to follow unconsciously as if they couldn't control themselves. The girl walked in front and he followed behind, the two of them always kept a distance of about five meters.
Finally, the girl seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, turned around, and looked at him with unfriendly eyes.
It was at this moment that Li Yuan finally mustered up the courage to speak: "Hello, my name is Li Yuan, what is your name?"
The girl didn't expect him to strike up a conversation with her and was stunned.
【Van Gogh once said something like a poem】
[Everyone has a fire in their heart, but passers-by only see smoke.
But there is always someone, there is always someone who can see this fire, and then come over and stay with me.
I saw his passion in the crowd, and then I walked towards him quickly, fearing that if I was any slower he would be buried in the dust of time.
I walked out of breath with my passion, my indifference, my violence, my gentleness, and my unreasonable belief in love.
I stammered and said to her: What's your name?
It all started with your name, and then everything happened.
………
Li Yuan had a dream. He dreamed that he went back to twenty years ago, when he first met Xi Luo.
He had always been a sensible and steady person, but because he inherited his mother's oriental features, he inevitably looked out of place in front of a group of Westerners. Although they didn't say anything openly out of consideration for his status, they were gossiping about him behind his back.
He was aloof, steady, and calm. But when he first saw Xi Luo, for some reason, all his composure disappeared without a trace.
Although he knew there was fire ahead, he was still willing to be a moth and flew forward without hesitation.
They started off by asking her what her name was, and then they got together.
Li Yuan felt someone staring at him in a daze.
He opened his eyes, and because he had just woken up, there was still a hint of sleepiness in his eyes.
When I looked up, I met those familiar eyes.
At that moment, Li Yuan thought he saw Xi Luo, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
Twenty years had passed, and he had dreamed of her countless times. This was the first time everything before him felt so real...
"Xiao Luo..." He called out unconsciously.
[And~]
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