Original toffee

I am from the ocean and I love this island.

I know I am different, because I will never belong to this fragrant and rotten world.

She often comes to the beach to paint, and one painting is a day.

At first I hid beside her and watched her draw secretly, but then I boldly walked behind her to watch.

She turned to look at me, then back again.

She is deaf-mute and cannot hear the sound of the tide and wind and waves, her world is quiet.

My world is also quiet because I am alone.

Two lonely hearts, two lonely worlds.

She has painted many paintings, including sunsets, flowing clouds, and the sea, but there are no small islands.

I asked her why she didn't draw the island.

She looked at me calmly, her deep blue eyes seemed to reflect the vastness of the ocean.

Why?I continued to ask.

Shaking her head, she began to gather up the scattered brushes and paints.

I guess she meant to say she didn't like it here.

But I find it a little hard to understand.Why would anyone not like their own home?Shouldn't all human beings love the world, just like swimming fish love the sea even if they escape to the ends of the earth?

She picked up the easel, waved to me, and walked slowly towards the village where the smoke was rising.

I had nowhere to go, so I went to the sea.There is an abandoned fishing boat there, although it is dilapidated, but it is close to the blue ocean.That is my temporary dwelling place.

We walked slowly to the beach every morning in the morning light, and when we met, she continued to paint, and I sat beside her and watched her paint, and then said goodbye silently in the silence of the setting sun, and went the other way.

"Can you draw me a picture?"

I ask her.

She was still picking colors, looked up at me, and didn't answer.

I know her world is mysterious, no one knows what colors her eyes see.

Nor could she, nor would she, tell anyone what she saw.

It was her own world.

So lonely.

I saw her paint golden eyes and blue seabirds. When the pink clouds covered the whole sky, she opened a new canvas and started to paint for me.

This time, she painted for a long time until the evening, when it was dark and the clouds cleared, the seabirds returned to their nests on the cliff, and she was still holding the paintbrush.

"You have to go back." I said.

She didn't look at me, shook her head, and held the paintbrush stubbornly.I heard the laughter in the village, but I knew that it had nothing to do with us.

I stayed with her and waited for her silently. When a ray of moonlight fell, I saw the crystals on her cheeks.

It turned out that she was also an abandoned person.

She was with me that night, huddled in the little windy fishing boat.

I helped her put away her painting supplies and grilled a fish for her, and she gestured to me that she was very happy.

We sat side by side on the side of the boat and watched the sunrise together. Before the sun rose, she went to find a branch and told me a story on the beach.

She said that in addition to human beings, there are other creatures in this world, which hide in the human world but cannot enter the human world.

I looked into her eyes, looked at the slightly drooping eyelashes, and slowly approached her, and gently pressed my lips on her eyes.

She closed her eyes, raised her head slightly, and there was still a little baby fat on her face, giving off an innocent and childish look.

I really like that clean blue.

I also have a piece of blue in my heart.

She spent another day drawing at the beach.

I sat next to her.

When it was getting dark, she finally finished the painting.

On the canvas is a blue transparent whale, jumping high from the sea, with beautiful flowers on its body, big red ones, blooming very coquettishly and beautifully.

what is this flower?I ask her.

Rose.She didn't know how to gesture, so she squatted down and wrote stroke by stroke on the sand.

She said that there is no such flower in the island, but only in her dream.

I don't believe it, I said I'll find it for you.She smiled shallowly, this was the first time I saw her smile, and it was also the last time.

I put my hand on my chest and feel a blue whale inside, gently flicking its huge tail fin.

She took the pen, thought about it, and drew a heart on it, a sea-blue heart, the same color as her eyes.

She pointed to my chest, then to the canvas, then turned away with the brushes and paints.

She left the whale and me on the canvas under the night.

She went back to the village, the world I dare not set foot in.The tide came up, and when it receded, the words and paintings she left were washed away.

I'm leaving too, I won't be staying soon.

I can't stay too long.

I have been wandering for thousands of years, until I found this island.

I always thought I had found the world.

Later I discovered that what I found was not the human world. This "human world" was abandoned by the human world, and its "isolation" meant that it was not the huge and lively human world.

But Granny Hai said I was wrong, what is the world like?

The place where flowers bloom is the world.

Then I will go to the world to find the rose in her dream.

I have been looking for it for three years. I don’t know if she watched the sunrise and sunset for three years, and painted the loneliness by the sea for three years?

How come, who would draw a whale for three years.I laughed at myself.

I am back.

The island is still the same, quiet, and the village is brightly lit, even though the lights of thousands of houses have nothing to do with me.

From a distance, I saw a girl sitting on the reef on the shore, with long black hair hanging loose, a white dress, and a palette on her knees.

She looked over, and her blue eyes seemed to hold the hometown of my whole life.

I'm out of strength.

I swam slowly.

I saw her jumping off the reef and running towards me, with the setting sun about to set behind her, the warm color of blood.

The sky is golden today...so pretty.

She's grown up...still can't speak...

My vision became more and more blurred, and finally I saw her hugging my head and pressing her face to my eyes.

Then my vision went completely dark.

I brought you what you call "roses", did you see that?

I can also enter your world.

It turns out that your world can be called the human world.

On the beach, the girl hugged a huge whale, and her white skirt slowly turned bloody.

The whale is blue, a gentle sea blue.It is full of flowers, thorny, red, roses.

They were so tightly wound that the thorns dug deep into the flesh of the whale, as if they had taken root.

So deep-seated pain, so deep-seated love.

It also has a blue heart, inside is his world, in that world there is only one girl and blooming roses.

This is the rose of the world.