The Road Turns White Tonight

Sometimes, he deliberately teases her, letting her talk dry, but just keeps making his sketches calmly. She became angry and anger, robbed him of his book fiercely, and turned the page with the magnificent scenery.

Almost every frame in the first half of the book is filled with clouds. Such simple things are painted with unpredictable and varied attitudes. But in general, it gives a feeling of condensation.

In later paintings, the traces of clouds gradually faded away, the scenes began to become more complex, and the brush strokes gradually became softer. The illusions gave people an illusion. When painting the scenes, the painter seemed to be smiling, holding his mouth in a long stretch Half of the green grass, without fear of time passing, the age is like a tree.

Pillowing on his strong legs, she shook her head and asked him why he didn’t draw clouds later.

He said lightly: “Sometimes we see the cloud floating in the air, quiet and happy, but in fact it is not, it has been drifting, but in a posture we do not understand.”

“” She shook her head as if she didn’t understand.

He heard a soft smile in his ear, and he could not see the spoil of day.

After a long time, when she thought that the eyelids had gradually disappeared, his voice became lighter.

“And now I have you.”

As if by nature.

She didn’t have time to delve into it, and she slowly slept to sleep.

In this life, I can sleep in the arms of my lover like this, even if I suddenly sink into the darkness of eternity, even if my age is ten minutes old, what else is regrettable.

In the dimness, I felt his warm lips kiss mercifully on her eyelids.

Time seemed to stop.

I didn’t understand what he said before. After leaving him, I remembered this period of time. He smiled and finally understood the meaning of his words.

He is a cloud-like person who never stops for whom. However, he stopped for her, willingly.

Listening to Susan said that they are like fish and water, blue sky and white clouds, which are in perfect harmony.

Fingers gripped the railings on the roadside tightly, the knuckles paled with force, and the calm heart rhythm again fluctuated sharply. It took a long time to calm down.

The bell came. Take the phone out of the bag and open the new message. Unfamiliar numbers, content and names are familiar, and the slightly beating screen reads:

“You Yan, how do you say? It’s really a fight. It’s been a few months since I went back to G City, and I didn’t tell you. We still know that Susan showed a little tone. I will be my birthday in a few days. You must have forgotten that we will have a party tomorrow. It will be a birthday celebration for me in advance, but a few old classmates of the same family should not be missed. At 8:30 pm, the “lavender” club in Times Square is waiting for you. . “