summer sun

I follow love, love follows you

If they sleep, your portrait in my eyes

Will wake my heart, make eye and heart rejoice

--------------------------William Shakespeare

When the sun shines into this room, it penetrates the strong smell of ink in the room, and what appears in front of you are criss-cross oil paintings.The content of the painting is rich and varied, but the most is a garden, and the huge portrait in the middle is a vague figure, and the word "vitadolice" on the figure's hand is the only clear one.

One hand is processing this giant portrait, and I saw "vitadolice" tattooed on the ring of the middle finger.The owner of the hand was a beautiful woman, with short curly brown hair pasted behind her ears, bright eyes focused and crazy.She was painting seriously, and looked at the figure in her pen with puzzled eyes.

There was a knock on the door, and the person who came seemed very familiar, and opened the door without waiting.I saw the person walking up to the woman, took the paintbrush from her hand, raised the woman's face with pity and worry, "Mina, you can stop for a while, eat something, and take a rest!"

The woman's originally obsessed and crazy eyes gradually cleared up, "O'Neill," turned to look at the painting he was painting, and then turned to look at the portraits of different sizes behind him, and a somewhat aggrieved voice sounded, "Omni, I seem to have lost a Very important stuff!"

Jin Meiying pulled Mina up with some pity, "It's okay, you will find it if you look slowly. Now, go and have a rest first, huh? Don't worry me!" She patted her head carefully, between the gaps in her hair Between them, there was a vaguely hideous scar hovering.

If Kim Mi-young could choose what she regretted the most, it would be the rush to drive Mina to Thailand that year.Up to now, she still wished to destroy herself, or hoped that she could travel to that day to stop her crazy behavior.But everything can not be repeated.I still remember the panic when I received a call from the Thai police that day. The trip to Thailand that year almost caused her to lose her sister.And even today, only half of my younger sister came back to me.Her younger sister should be a cute, silly, happy girl who only knows how to draw pictures!

I still remember that day, when she just came home from work, she heard the phone ringing when she got home. The ringing at that moment was like a nightmare that night.When she picked up the phone, she only heard the news that her younger sister Jin Mina had a car accident from the opposite side.When she arrived at the hospital in Thailand a few hours later, 8 hours had passed since Mina's operation, but it was still not completed.After a long time, when she saw her sister lying lifeless on the hospital bed after being sent out of the operating room, she still felt like a dream.Looking at Mina's short-cut hair and scarred body due to the operation, and listening to the piercing beeping sound from the machine, that kind of panic may be a feeling she never wants to repeat in her life.Her sister has been in a coma on the hospital bed for 6 months since that day. When she woke up, everything had changed. She lost the memory of that year. For a whole year, it was like 2012. not present in her life.After a long recovery period, they did not return to Seoul until the beginning of this year (2014).

However, it wasn't long before she discovered the problem.Mina, who started drawing again, kept drawing again and again for some reason, repeating the garden, and that blurry figure, she painted over and over again.There is also the painting called 'Love', a beautiful fish swimming leisurely under the cover of a bag in the deep sea, this painting is as strange as the name of the painting.Especially on that day, Mina stubbornly refused to listen to persuasion and insisted on getting a tattoo on the ring of her middle finger.

So, she knew what she should do!And this time, she will be with her.

Quan Zhilong, who just finished the Shanghai concert, has just returned to the hotel, and the excitement of the concert has not faded away.He looked at the colorful lights outside the hotel.The night in Shanghai is worthy of its title of the city that never sleeps, it is as bright as the starry sky.Light the cigarette between your fingers, watch the smoke rise slowly, and not enjoy it, just watch it burn out slowly.He looked at the album on the table with a complicated expression, walked over slowly, and opened it.The first page is me smiling like a fool that year.With a mocking smile on his lips, he didn't continue to open it, but closed it forcefully.This picture book was only read by him every day during that week, and even though he traveled many places with him, he never opened the second page!

Throwing myself into the soft sofa, refusing to miss the woman who left without saying goodbye that year.

The phone rang.

"Brother, come to the bar! We'll be waiting for you!" The youngest Shengli's excited voice came from the other end of the phone, with noisy voices in the background.

"No, you guys can play by yourself! If you drink alcohol, call a car and go back to the hotel! It's not too late, I'm flying back to Korea tomorrow." After beating his teammates, he hung up the phone.

Open the magazine in the room casually, flip through it, and a painting appears in front of you. The background of the painting is the deep sea. In the middle of the deep sea, there is a fish swimming in a transparent bag. The name of the painting is 'Love'.His eyes widened, and a complex emotion flowed through his heart.That fish is so familiar.After reading the article, there is no introduction and photos of the artist, only 'VINA' is marked on the name.Suddenly, he had an urge to go out in the dead of night, aiming at the gallery where the painting was exhibited.

When he stood stupidly at the door of the gallery, he complained about his lost soul.Which gallery will be open at midnight?Looking at the closed door, he was about to turn around and go back to the hotel.But I didn't want to, I heard a 'click', and when I turned around, the door opened!

I never thought that I would meet again like this, how to describe this feeling, I have repeatedly thought about what it would be like to meet again many times, but none of them are like this now.How many nights I forced myself to forget, and I thought I had forgotten, but I didn't want to find that it was still clear at the moment of goodbye.Want a reason, but don't. . .Does this damn woman want to play with me at her fingertips?

But then there was such an inexplicable feeling that at that moment he turned around.Then, I saw a different person, or someone who seemed to have known each other.

Meina, who lived a life upside down day and night, had been painting continuously for almost a month in a gallery in Shanghai.And that night, I just finished a new painting, and I was going back to the home I haven't been back for a long time, so I just took care of myself and was ready to go home!But she didn't want to, in the middle of the night in Shanghai, when she opened the door, there was a fully armed man wearing sunglasses and a hat in the middle of the night at the door of her gallery.Suddenly she froze.

The woman in front of her no longer has long hair, and doesn't have big glasses, but somehow her eyes are not as clear as before, and her clothes are messed up like when they first met.After a long silence, he found her gaze, took off his sunglasses, and walked forward.Tighten your lips, "Long time no see, you seem to owe me a reason!"

Looking at the man who took off his sunglasses, he squinted his eyes. After the car accident, he had his vision corrected at the same time, but for some reason, the environment with too dark light made him unable to see clearly.The man in front of him seemed to have a nice face and a nice voice.He seems to know me?

"Well, do I know you?"

Maybe I thought about what I would say when we met again, but none of them would hurt as much as this one.He bent over and approached her face, "You are so cruel!" A self-deprecating smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, he glanced at her again, and turned around.

The moment he approached, she saw his face clearly, and there was a sense of familiarity, which made her fall into thinking.When he turned around, more directly with the body than the brain, she grabbed his clothes. "Well, really, do you know me?" She tugged on his clothes tightly.

He paused, "No, we don't know each other!" Pushing her hand away, he was about to leave.

"No, no, I feel like we know each other, can you tell me, did we meet in 2012?" Thinking of the lost 2012, she walked in front of him to block his way.

"It doesn't matter anymore!"

"No, it's very important. If we really met in 2012, please forgive me. I had a car accident and I have no memory of the whole year of 2012."

He looked at her, as if wondering if it was true or false.

She looked back at him, earnestly.

"Well, it seems that we should have a good talk!"

☆, sick