In the dusk where juice is splashing, the bloody sunset flows decadently in the sky. There is a slight sound of wind in the ears. Hallucinations are everywhere, piercing the thick eardrums of time. The golden wheat fields rest peacefully in the soft glow.
With hands clasped together, a grand memorial ceremony gradually began amid the gentle footsteps of the angels hovering above their heads...
She remembered that beautiful encounter for many years. Or thousands of years later when she was wrapped in dripping rosin and weathered into amber, she would still clearly remember the scene that day.
There was a brown flame in the depths of his pupils. A raging burning. She felt that the flame was going to burn everything, including her body that was singing to the sun. However, in such an encounter where she couldn't even breathe, in that In the sea of blazing fire, she revealed a slight joy deep in her heart that she couldn't help but feel.
She saw the trembling of his skinny fingers as they held the brush. But when they fell on the drawing paper, they were calm and agile. The warm and sticky lines filled with blood gradually emerged from the brush barrel. The tip blooms, and the most beautiful dusk is outlined on the yellowed page.
It was the most beautiful dusk she had ever seen in her life.
At that moment, how she wished she could grow a pair of feet, so that she could happily run to him and tell him how much she liked the dusk flowing from his fingertips. The wildly growing flowers, the empty fields, and the deep sleep. villages, gray skies...
She wanted him to know her anxiety. For a long time, she could only see his back. The slender figure turned into the most majestic mountain peak in her eyes. She felt that she was pressed on that mountain peak. From below, I felt that he was so tall that I couldn't see his fiery red hair.
Oh! Fiery red hair! Next to the messy hair, there was a mutilated ear. She felt the pain in her heart. But that was also his impression on her that would never be erased.
Only when he was painting did he turn his face. At that time, his face was always filled with a crazy look and an unstoppable smile of victory. On both sides of his nose, there were a few freckles like sesame seeds. Innocence and evil are dotted in the hidden smile.
She saw him clasping his hands happily for a while, and stamping his feet like a child for a while...
She really couldn't understand that man. But she didn't dislike him. Not at all. In the limited evenings of its life, it had disliked many things. She had disliked the children picking flowers in the fields, and had disliked the children who were picking flowers in the fields. The young man singing next to her hated the zelkova tree not far away... often for no reason. But she didn't feel any disgust towards him. While she couldn't understand him, she also felt sorry for her own. The dark change in attitude is puzzling.
Finally, she saw the man throw away the paintbrush in his hand, tear off the drawing paper from the drawing board, hold it high above his head, and run quickly in the dusk field. But how could there be a small patch of mud in the damn field? He suddenly fell there. The drawing paper fell from his hands. Fortunately, there was wind and blew it across the mud. He quickly got up, not caring to wipe the mud off his face, and went to pick up the drawing. The hateful wind , and when he squatted down and was about to touch it, he scraped it out.
She saw his back, along with the drawing paper blown away by the wind, gradually disappearing into the dusk field.
At dusk when the sun sets, everything becomes silent again. The stars climb up the hillside, and the moon slips onto the treetops.
She felt a sharp gasping sound beside her. She couldn't see anything in the darkness. She thought that she had slept for too long, and the moon would disappear after a while. The fear in her heart rose and fell with the sound of gasping.
Suddenly, she felt her body burning. There was hot liquid dripping on her delicate body. The liquid had the light of the sun, moon and stars. At that moment, he saw the eyes through the light of the liquid.
He was empty. Without his bright eyes at dusk, his empty hands dropped weakly. He lost the painting, and he failed to catch up with it in the end.
She suddenly hated the wind. It was the wind that made the man feel so lost and depressed. It also made her feel untouchable pain.
She didn't know how to comfort the man. At this time, she also began to hate herself, hating that she was just a plant without speech and unable to walk.
The hot liquid gradually cooled down. The man's breathing gradually calmed down. It wasn't until a ray of light appeared on the horizon that he took a step away. But his steps were obviously not as flexible as yesterday, and he was almost stumbling and stagnant.
My heart is broken.
She suddenly became at a loss as to where and when she would see him next time.
Every bloody dusk, she would stand on tiptoes and search for his figure in the fields. But the result was the same every time, which was extremely frustrating.
How she wanted to take another look at his cute nose dotted with freckles, his fiery red hair and the missing ears that she pitied... But at damn dusk, he could never be found.
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She was almost anxious, and anxiety and restlessness filled her brain all day long.
It was dusk again. She saw a huge crowd walking towards the fields. All bodies were covered in black. She tiptoed higher, hoping to find his shadow in the crowd. However, except for a lot of black
Apart from the crowd and a strange large rectangular box, there was nothing else.
She was so disappointed. None of the unfamiliar faces belonged to him. Could it be that she would never see him again?
During the sad moment, a little girl ran straight towards her and stopped beside her.
To be honest, she didn't like that little girl. Seeing her nimble running feet made her feel extremely uncomfortable. Moreover, she could faintly feel that there was a trace of vague malice in her innocent smile.
You are the most beautiful sunflower in this field! My uncle loved to draw you the most when he was alive. Now that he is going to heaven, I hope you can accompany him. That way, you won’t be bored alone...
She felt her breathing intensify more and more, and she suddenly thought of the man's breathing that night. Such a strong and vital breathing. But now she was about to die. She hated the angelic and charming girl in front of her. She
I can't imagine why her heart is so vicious. But even so, she doesn't have the slightest ability to resist.
What a sad ending! How much she wanted to see that man again, even for a brief moment.
My ears were gradually becoming deaf, but at the moment when I completely lost my hearing, I heard that thrilling name.
I want to tell you the name of your uncle. His name is Van Gogh.
She suddenly thought of the name the man wrote on the bottom corner of the drawing paper before throwing away the brush.
Van Gogh. Vincent •; Van Gogh. Is that really you?
She felt the rapid loss of juice, and the pain before withering made her soul twist and dissipate. However, how could these pains compare with the happiness that followed?
Finally, she saw the man with freckles on both sides of his nose in the strange box. His fiery red hair was still unruly, and his missing ears were still bright, but his eyes could no longer be opened.
His brown pupils could no longer burn her. And she could finally close her eyes and let him go with peace of mind.
Happiness finally arrives. The last drop of juice slips silently.
On the hillside in the distance, the breeze is still there, the beech trees are swaying, and the sunset is just right.