The room fell into darkness again and could not see everything around him.

Only a hazy shadow sinks into the darkness and cannot see her expression clearly.

Ranbai closed his eyes and fell into the boundless darkness with his consciousness. She rigorously and solemnly recited a sentence in her heart.

Her wish.

Jiang Yuyan’s birthday wish.

The girl opened her eyes gently, and her cold and shimmering peach blossom eyes were still sharp and radiant in the darkness. This was a pair of eyes that always made Jiang Yuyan feel that the stars were falling here.

"Jiang Yuyan, happy birthday."

She paused every word, and every word was solemn, lingering indescribable affection between her lips and teeth.

Stay away from the prosperity behind you, facing the darkness alone.

later,

The cake made by hand was eaten carefully by Sanbai bite after bite, without any left.

In the darkness, the girl sat on a white chair, opposite to it was another chair that no one sat on but was always clean, and there was a cake and two knives and forks on the table.

The strawberry flavor melts on the lips and teeth, and blooms on the taste buds. I wonder whom I was asking, "Is it delicious?"

“…”

No response.

But Ranbai didn't care, and he was used to it. He lowered his eyes and ate slowly, cherished it very much, muttering to himself, his throat was slightly dry, so he felt that the sound seemed a little astringent.

Her voice was trembling slightly and extremely unstable.

"...you lied to me."

Where are there so many miracles?

Where can she find her teenager?

That handsome young man, when he woke up from his dream, had no trace anymore. He was like a cloud leaving without a trace, and the wind passed without a speech, leaving only memories to his heart.

The darkness melted in her eyes, and it was the ink that could never be melted.

"It's okay... I'll cheat you."

"I am not a person who cherishes your life, but I cherish your life."

He will be her heartbeat for the rest of her life.

In a strange city, in the dead night, the wind whistled across the empty streets, and the dark gray sky was filled with tears of stars.

She wanted to approach her god step by step. Even though she was nothing, even if she was dreamy, even if she was difficult to touch, even if the young man's shadow had disappeared in a broken and vague way, she would still be saved without hesitation.

Every word is scattered, and every word is the only time in life, with red eyes and broken eyes.

In such an unknown lonely night, my heart was burning in the dead silence.

Joy is her gentle ideal that is hidden under her calm appearance and wants to cover up the tenderness.

"Jiang Yuyan, I love you."

Jiang Yuyan,

Are you back?

It's my life,

The only birthday wish.

She was originally a cold-hearted person, withdrawn and indifferent, and had nothing to give up, and nothing to get.

On such a night,

Ranbai stretched out his hand to the darkness and grabbed nothing.

My heartbeats faster and faster, with a slight and continuous sting. Although it is not fatal, it has existed for years.

When you finally fall in love with someone,

After he has left.

Since then, it is long late at night, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.

Enjoy it all by yourself.

Time froze the back of the boy when he left, and it will never be reversed from now on.

But I cannot freeze the sorrow that penetrates my bones; I cannot freeze the love that transcends life and death; I cannot freeze the thought that longs for me to the bones like a poisonous thought.

…

No one would cherish this heart that survived in her body more than Ranbai.

This is the only thing Jiang Yuyan left to her.

It's fate.

For the rest of his life, he will be her heartbeat!

The lives of two people are firmly bound together because of such a heart, and they are inseparable from life and death.

Maybe it's a long-cherished wish.

It's another early spring.

April,

The spring breeze is flying, and the apricot blossoms are blooming.

The fallen flowers are colorful, like dreams and fantasy.

Ranbai has been to many places, and has walked through every corner of the city, thousands of mountains and rivers have never stopped.

She felt that she should come back to life with Jiang Yuyan's part.

She knew he had been there.

His eyebrows, his heartbeat, his life.

Like a shadow.

The world is so big that she just wants to take a look with Jiang Yuyan and attract all the glory of the world.

A simple and elegant painting exhibition in the city has clean and simple decorations and distinct black and white styles.

Many people came here to see the name, and the exhibition was coming in a constant stream.

Just for the mysterious genius painter and the paintings that have been said to be invincible.

At the exhibition, there were paintings hanging after painting.

Sports cars, racing cars, bartending, and landscape pictures.

Those scenes recorded as a painting seem to be injected into the cold but strange and vivid painting techniques and given life.

The thick ink and colorful interprets all things in the world.

But these are not the real stunning ones.

In this exhibition, most of the works are painted by one person.

A teenager.

When he was young, he was young and had enough romantic life.

The young man's eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, his thin lips curled up and smiled, and he developed a cold and noble temperament. He was so evil that he was as lazy as a demon, and he was extremely careless and unrestrained.

It's light.

Each painting,

It's all him.

Only him.

When every visitor saw his own unique but also a one-person boy, his eyes were filled with uncontrollable amazement and endless admiration, and he would linger and never forget it.

They would be more or less a little strange. How could this mysterious genius painter who had never appeared in legend, use so much brush and ink to repeat the number of pages, impatiently painting a young man repeatedly over the years.

They must not know,

I will never know.

Every painting in the exhibition, whether it is still life, scenery or figure, has arisen because of him, and only because of him.

The one who writes thousands of sails is always for one person.

The painting that hangs in the most obvious position in the exhibition.

It was the back of a boy in April when the apricot blossoms drizzled and fell slowly.

He is slender, straight and arrogant, with a kind of unruly and wild spirit, with a bit of evil and cold bewitching.

The apricot blossoms fell on him, intertwining the first heartbeat in this world.
To be continued...