Rebirth of the Painted Soul

Liang Hanqing went to many places in the past two years.

He has seen the most beautiful morning light in Provence, and the purple lavender fields are swaying like magnificent waves of different colors;

He has seen the brightest sun over the Thames;

He has been to the Sleeping Town in Spain, where he has seen the most passionate flamenco;

He has been to the wildest pastures in Ireland, and heard the bagpipes played by the locals;

He has also been to Copenhagen, Denmark, and painted the most famous Hamlet Castle, as well as Tiffany Garden.

He drank the corner coffee in Seville,

He made a boat in Venice and walked across the famous Bridge of Sighs;

He also picked maple leaves in Canada.

He has walked the Giant's Causeway, seen the roar of the waves along the way;

He once went to the top of the Eiffel Tower and painted the beautiful night view of Paris, the capital of Huadu;

He has also seen the most beautiful golden autumn at the Palace of Buenos Aires in Spain;

Neuschwanstein Castle in Bavaria used to be the place where he sketched, and the cold water of Lake Constance left a deep impression on him;

He also visited the colorful flower fields in Holland and painted a portrait of a pair of lovers kissing:

The snowy scenery in Switzerland made him unforgettable for a while, the charming girls in the white mountain cities in Spain, the cliff huts in Cinque Terre in Italy made him nostalgic, and the legend of the ice lake in Slovenia made him fall in love.

He has measured the height of the Alps with his feet.

He left a painting in every place he went, perhaps given to the passers-by who kindly picked him up;

Maybe it was given to the children feeding the white pigeons in the square,

Maybe it was given to couples proposing on the street,

Perhaps to the hunter who took him in,

Or maybe he gave it to a passer-by who passed him by,

Or to the girl who smiled at him inadvertently,

Wherever his footprints are, there are his paintings. Each painting is his different mood. He travels all over Europe, collecting all the beautiful scenery in his pen, and he never stops moving forward.He didn't feel tired.

Today, when he stepped into the gate of St. Phil again, he had the illusion of a world away. When he stepped into the auditorium, the dark crowd seemed to not exist. He was recalling the past years, so close and so far away.

Until the moment when Qi Hengzhi kissed him, he suddenly discovered that the refreshing morning in the German countryside, the sunny English town, and the beautiful mist in the Black Forest, the cold waterfall on the cliff in Switzerland, the iceberg on the icy lake in Slovenia Hong Ni couldn't even resist the moment when his lips touched, all his restlessness and agitation disappeared, and he turned back into that gentle smiling boy again.

They didn't care about other people's eyes. They kissed and listened, and whispered intimately from time to time. When the two separated, there was no one in the auditorium.

The pair of silver rings, after being separated for two years, met again. The silver light shone in their clasped hands. The two walked out of the auditorium step by step, holding hands and shoulder to shoulder. , like 1 minute, and like a lifetime.

THE END

The author has something to say: finished writing~~~~~~~~~~~~

There's nothing left~

87. What happened after episode 1

After many years, the two painters from China have been known to the world. They are lovers, their paintings are hard to find, and their whereabouts are uncertain.

China, a studio.

"Okay, get out of class is over, everyone, let's take a break, don't make yourself too tired." A female teacher in her 30s opened her watch, clapped her hands and shouted.

"Ah, I'm going to die of exhaustion."

"This picture is driving me crazy."

"What should I do? It's so ugly."

The originally quiet studio exploded with those words. The female teacher looked at them with a smile and did not speak.

"Teacher, tell us about those two painters again! We are very free now!" A girl said, turning the paintbrush in her hand and pouted.

After the girl finished speaking, many people followed suit, and they all wanted to hear the legendary story of those two people.

"Okay then, let me tell you again, where was the last time?" The female teacher found a chair and sat down, and asked.

"It's about the two of them meeting in San Fe." The girl who proposed at first blurted out.

The female teacher smiled, and the dimples on her cheeks became more and more obvious. She said, "So far, it is said that when the two of them met, the opening ceremony was going on. At that time, the two recognized each other, and then Kissing in public in front of hundreds of people, everyone was silent at the time. I still remember how I opened my mouth to this extent." Speaking of this, the female teacher playfully opened her mouth in a daze, and then continued: "The two kissed me together. They were the last to walk out of the auditorium. The IPC finals were about to begin. Before entering the arena, Qi Hengzhi held Liang Hanqing's hand and whispered in his ear What did you say? Later, the whole scene was in chaos. The two of them ran away with their things. The security personnel in the arena couldn't catch up. Then there was only one person in the IPC finals, and that person was lucky to win the first place. One, if Liang Hanqing and Qi Hengzhi are both there, I guess he can only take the third place."

"Okay, that's all I've talked about, and I don't know about it later, if you want to know what happened to them later, you have to draw well, try to be a wandering painter, maybe you may sit together and sketch together in the future oh……"

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Later, the two carried things on their backs and began to travel around the world. They stopped and went, and there was friction and warmth along the way. They painted together every day and did what they loved.

Qi Hengzhi always felt that running around like this was insecure, so one morning, he asked Liang Hanqing: "Do you want to have a home?"

Liang Hanqing just woke up, and asked confusedly: "Isn't it home now?"

"No, I mean a home in the true sense. When we are old, we can make rattan chairs and bask in the sun leisurely." Qi Hengzhi asked while holding Liang Hanqing's hand.

Liang Hanqing was silent for a while, then said, "Are you tired?"

Qi Hengzhi shook his head and said, "With you here, I will never be tired."

Liang Hanqing smiled slyly, her starry eyes shone under her long eyelashes, and said, "But I'm tired, let's go to Germany!"

Qi Hengzhi was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Liang Hanqing to react like this, he thought he would be unhappy.

"Don't you like Germany?" Liang Hanqing asked as he shook the hands they clasped.

Qi Hengzhi's mature and handsome face immediately spread a smile, and he said: "I like it, of course I like it."

Among the countries he has visited, Germany is his favorite, and Liang Hanqing knows it.

"Then let's settle in Germany." The two said in unison, and then smiled at each other.

They are in love.

Birth, old age, sickness and death

rich and poor

passing the years

They will not throw away the most precious things in their hearts.

The author has something to say: Haha~ I look forward to the end~ Everyone needs to comment! ! !Thanks!

double update today

88. Extra Story 2 Soranti's Diary

My name is Sorranti, and I am an orphan who was adopted by a priest. ....

As long as I can remember, the priest gave me a quill and told me to write down all the important things in order to prevent them from being forgotten later.

The priest also said that the most precious thing a person has in this world is memory.

At that time, I didn't understand.

heavy snow on January 1

Today, when I came back from shopping outside the church, I saw a man wrapped in rags curled up in the snow at the door. I asked the priest if he wanted to save him. The priest smiled lovingly, touched my head, and said he would follow me.

So I found a worn board and dragged him into the church.

After cleaning him up, I boiled a pot of hot water, and then brought over the freshly baked bread. The man hadn’t woken up yet. He looked about 20 years old, and he was very handsome. Hair is chestnut.

He was occupying my bed, and in line with the principle of caring for the sick, I didn't take him underground, and I didn't intend to let myself feel wronged to sleep on the ground, so I took off my clothes and got into the room where I was warmed by his body temperature. Warm quilt.

We share the same bed.

Cloudy on October 1

When I woke up this morning, that person was sitting by the bed with wary eyes. Neither of us spoke. I took the time to look at the bread on the table. It had already been eaten, needless to say who ate it.

I asked his name and he said his name was Crystal, but he didn't ask my name.So I told him on my own initiative that my name is Sorranti.

That's how we got to know each other. //**//

Sunny day on January 1

Crystal has been here for No. 15 days, and he is in a daze every day, doing nothing, and other people in the church have already complained about him.I don't know what he was thinking, but I brought him back from the snow, and I was responsible for him.

So I started chatting with him.

"The weather is fine today, do you want to go out for a walk?" I said.

"Hmm..." He was in a daze, barely giving me a syllable.

"..." I was stunned.

"Do you have something on your mind?" Since he couldn't be moved by beating around the bush, I chose to get straight to the point.

"Well..." Actually, I think I should be grateful to him, at least he didn't ignore me.

"Where is your home? Why don't you go?" I planned to impress him with family affection.

"Well……"

I suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness, and said to him unbearably: "You are in good health, you don't need to stay here anymore! You can go."

He responded this time, he looked up at me and said, "I want to draw."

Looking at his eyes like an abandoned dog, I had no choice but to answer: "Okay."

I told the priest about it, and the priest told me that the church needs a beautiful dome and frescoes.

So Crystal stayed.

Light rain on March 9th

Crystal has been here for three years. During these three years, I have been with him day and night, and I have a deep relationship. He doesn't like to talk, but he listens patiently, so I often nag. Today he looked at me , with a bit of reluctance in those brown eyes, he told me he was going on a study tour.I was stunned for a while, and nodded numbly. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable, but I didn't know why. After he prepared his things, he started on the road. I looked at his back, and tears fell for some unknown reason. up.

Snow on March 3

I felt like I was sick, and my eyes always went black from time to time. I told the priest about it, and the priest prayed for me, but I didn't think it was useful.

Sunny August 4th

When I opened the door this morning, I was almost stunned by a surprise. Crystal, who had disappeared for four years, came back. I threw myself into his arms and hugged him tightly. Not so weak anymore.

Sunny August 4th

I can't even hold a pen steadily now, but I didn't tell anyone, and I tried my best to support myself, so that no one would see any clues. What makes me happy today is that Crystal is going to draw for me.He asked me to stand in the center of the church, and I would read the Bible to him when I had nothing to do. He didn't let me see how his paintings were, so I secretly lifted the covering cloth while he was not paying attention, and there were only some faint traces on it. I am more and more curious about the industry of painting.

April 4th ​​(did not go out, could not see the sky)

Today I passed out, and in front of Crystal, I saw the concern in his brown eyes and another thing I couldn't read, and I suddenly felt satisfied.

4 month 11 number

I feel like I'm dying, I'm dying to write these words, my only regret is that I won't be able to wait for that painting to be finished, I really hope Crystal can finish it, even if I'm gone.I suddenly wanted to be a painter, at least I could understand what he painted, and I also hoped to leave him for several years and go to study alone, but now I can't.

4 month 12 number

I can't see or hear anymore, but I can see those soft brown eyes, his tears, his mouth talking, I didn't hear.

4 month 13 number

……

Sorrante's diary was finally burned as a relic. Crystal didn't know it because he was holding Sorrante's body. When he came back, he found that the evidence of Sorrante's existence was except for the tombstone and the unseen painting. The finished painting, and nothing else.

He also didn't know that Solanti also wanted to be a painter in his next life.

Hundreds of years later, only the painting and the ring remained, and the love and years were buried.

Who can know whether Soranti has become a painter to realize his study tour?

Who knows.

The author has something to say: This is my first book, but by no means the last.

This book does not have a complete outline. During the writing period, there were some intermittent but still survived

The students in Shandong have a lot of homework, and I didn't write it seriously, so I bow here and say sorry

I will seal the pen in the second and third grades of high school, but I will prepare the outline of the next article, write it well, and write it well, and it will never be as er, loose as it is now.

Waiting for me for two years will give you a different surprise, thank you!