Author: Time Yuhua
A long and poignant romantic work
"Dragonfly Flies to the Sea" Thank you for reading
The care for each other is pure and warm, the abyss of despair in the depths of dreams, often remembering the warm memories, the meaning of the existence of frame by frame.
Three months later, also at this place, Nanzhixia gave her a new scarf and wrapped it around her neck with his own hands. The scarf was bought by him in the city where he was working and interned, and the first time he saw it, he was caught in his eye and rushed to find her as soon as he got off the train.
That scarf.
It became Mengqing's favorite.
It is also the driving force that constantly urges her to forge ahead.
Mengqing repaid Nanzhixia's kindness to her with the best results. I think that only then will he be happy. However, he is a human being, always a person who lives for life and even dreams, and his troubles, even bitterness, she can do nothing, she can only accompany him to read the sinister and unfairness of the world.
"Twenty-three thousand five hundred dollars."
In the early autumn after nine months of internship in Nanzhixia, he and Mengqing met again, and the two sat on the steps of the restaurant closed at midnight, and he pulled out his passbook. Maybe it's a regular look, but the corners of the passbook are somewhat worn and covered with mottled off-white cracks.
"How many paintings did you sell?" Mengqing knew that he needed money because his uncle was seriously ill and the family had sold a house and could not survive.
"Seven." Nan Zhixia stared sadly at the number on the passbook: "There are only seven." No one will buy my paintings anymore. When he was depressed, the melancholy temperament on his body was even stronger.
"Why?" Mengqing felt sorry for his hands, but she was anxious about his financial difficulties.
"The people who bought my paintings were colleagues from the Institute of Painting, and a few of them were friends. They thought my painting was good and took it to the exhibition. outcome. Nanzhixia paused for a moment and said a little nervously, "Something happened." "It was a stain on his life, and he was terrified.
Mengqing then learned that one of the teachers thought that Nan zhixia's painting was good, so he signed his own name to participate in the exhibition, and it was revealed. After the relevant personnel intervened in the investigation, it was found that many people who bought Nanzhixia paintings had their own uses, but Nanzhixia did not say their names, and finally, Nanzhixia was suspended from internship work by the research institute and waited for the results of the processing. The future is slim, and he has completely lost his source of income.
Nan Zhixia, dressed in a clean white shirt, sat on the steps in the simple streets and alleys and told Mengqing.
He is like a star falling into mortal dust, helplessly waiting for redemption. Mengqing sat next to him, his hands nervously in his coat pockets, his fingers rubbing back and forth on the change notes. In her heart, she pondered how much money she had saved from her part-time job to give him, and how much money she could use to help him with several jobs.
Over the next few months, they had a hard time, but they were happy. Whether it's handing out flyers, working hourly work or even delivering newspapers, they're both in and out. Sometimes he would take her to a steak on the weekend, as long as one portion was a comforting one, but she divided it into two portions and gave him the extra portion.
Those days passed hurriedly and bitterly through their fancy years, but it was something that made them happy for the rest of their lives.
"Suffering is a happy thing."
Three years later, in the early winter, standing under the gray sky, standing in the wind with the first snow, standing in front of the Southern Summer, the embarrassment of Mengqing's body could not hide the happiness and nostalgia for the good memories of the past. Behind them is a place where they are separated and intertwined– the station.
At that time, he was already the youngest professor at Sea Hill University. He was dressed in a well-textured suit, with gold-rimmed glasses on his face, elegant and noble, intellectual, clean like the first rays of the rising sun. This is the real him, wearing his own clothing, standing in his place, accepting the reverent gaze that belonged to him.
The distance between them became farther and farther away. It all started with a woman whose name was Haruka.
Haruka is an alumnus of Nanzhixia, and she chose to study abroad without participating in the graduation internship. Before the time of further study, she returned early because of the life of the South Summer.
At the height of the Southern Summer, Ugaoka University mailed a job invitation to the rental place in The South. Nan Zhixia thought that the college's investigation of himself was over, and he was assigned to Haiqiu University, so he went through the entry procedures.
A year later, Nan Zhixia learned from his colleagues that the job was given to him by Haruka's father's relationship.
At that time, Haruka had become a friend of nanzhixia who came and went more frequently. In terms of painting, Haruka is very insightful and has made many suggestions for his paintings. I have to say that they are like-minded people. However, after Nanzhixia learned that his work came from Haruka's silent help, suddenly, he vaguely felt that the simple relationship between him and Haruka had become a little complicated.
"Nanzhixia, I like you." When Nan Zhixia asked Haruka to confirm the work, she responded to him concisely and atmospherically.
The Southern Summer froze in an instant. His fleeting suspicions were confirmed, but he was not ready to deal with it all. Thank her, it must be. But this gratitude was too heavy, like a valuable gift, which was not something that a student from a humble background could take.
"I was liked by a girl." Nan Zhixia told Mengqing about his confusion.
The midnight wind was cold and bone-chilling, and Mengqing walked with him on the way back to the dormitory, she inhaled the cold air one by one, and her chest was flooded with indescribable acid: "It's really good." She responded weakly, and she stared blankly at the ground beneath her feet, the ground after the rain was damp and cold, the stump of leaves was soaked in the mud everywhere, she felt her legs go soft, and with each step, she exerted all her strength. She reassured herself in her heart that yes, he was so good that she should have prepared herself for this moment. She blamed herself for not knowing how to help him.