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    24 years old, I just graduated from college.  I went to a third-tier city to work as an advertising planner in a small company.

    When I was a child, my hobby was drawing.  But my mother thinks this is a performance of not doing business properly.  Stop me from developing in this direction.

    Mom is a doctor.  She hopes that in the future I can also study medicine.  In order not to make her sad, I filled in the medical university when I applied for the college entrance examination.

    At the age of 24, I graduated from that medical university as I wished.

    At that time I did not have a girlfriend.

    ? Fear of the future.  Because I don't like the profession of a doctor.  This may be the reason for my inner timidity.

    I am afraid of death.

    Fear of surgical failure.  Even afraid to see blood.

    After graduation, I stayed at home for half a year.

    After that, I went to this third-tier city.  Work as a planner in an advertising agency.

    And my enthusiasm for painting has not cooled down.

    Especially when I am far away from my parents, the people around me are no longer related to medicine.  I swim like a free-breathing fish in the vast deep forest.

    At that time, I met Jing.

    Jing is the neighbor who lives across from me.

    She is a college student.  I study animation.

    Our lives are not connected to each other.

    But fate is sometimes very strange.

    On that day, I got off work a little late.  The light bulb on the landing was out.  The corridor was pitch black.

    This is an old residential building.

    Because of the cheap rent.  Most of the people living here are outsiders whose families are not rich.

    I went upstairs cautiously in the dark.

    A sense of fear arises spontaneously.

    Finally reached the floor where he was.  With trembling hands, he took the key out of his pocket and prepared to open the door.

    Suddenly the opposite door opened.

    A dazzling light.

    The paper in my arms fell to the ground in an instant.

    "Who?" It was an instinctive reaction, and I yelled.

    Then I saw her.

    She stood against the light.

    The hair is very long.

    The pupils are very bright.

    "Sorry" She apologized.

    She saw what I dropped on the floor.  Pick it up for me quickly.

    "You drew this" she asked.

    I nodded.

    "The painting is very good."

    I took those drawing papers.

    "Thank you." I said.

    "You learned to draw"

    "no."

    "I can draw so well even if I am not a professional" She adored me a little bit.

    It was the first time to be praised by others.  I am very happy.

    She doesn't look pretty.  Wearing a red plaid shirt.  A pair of canvas shoes, hair draped over the shoulders.  But left a meaningful stroke in my heart.

    Perhaps she was the only one who praised me.

    We often meet by chance.

    Sometimes at the head of the stairs.

    Sometimes on the road.

    Sometimes downstairs in the community.

    did not talk too much.  They looked at each other and smiled.  Passed by.

    At that time, my work was not going well.

    ?Because I was a medical student, I am not good at advertising planning.  Coupled with my withdrawn personality and reluctance to communicate with my colleagues, over time, my over-concentration on painting made my work fall into a dilemma.

    The trial period has not passed.  He was fired by the boss.

    Having lost my source of income, I returned to the rental house very decadently.  I dare not call and tell my mother.  Afraid that she would worry.

    I have a lot of bold ideas.

    I want to make a living by painting.

    I want to hold an art exhibition.

    As someone who is not famous, I can't find a platform to package those paintings

    Is life already this hard?

    I interviewed for many jobs and was not satisfied.

    Two months passed in a daze.  The money in the pocket is less than 100 yuan.

    The rent will be due in two days.

    It's really a leak in the house and it rains all night.

    If you go home with your luggage like this, will you be laughed at by your family?

    I desperately need a sum of money to tide over the crisis.

    In this city, I have no friends or relatives.

    Thinking about it.  I thought of her.

    If she is willing to borrow moneybsp;I want to go and hug her.

    I know that leaving is the result of her thinking for a long time.

    "Stop drawing in the future, or you will starve to death"

    What she said made me realize that the paintings that she was once proud of are now the worst things to look back on.

    I staggered my body.

    I told myself I couldn't hate her.  Don't blame her either.

    She is already fine.

    She has better choices in life.

    When I am not there is a powerful light in her life.  Why not let her go.

    She has been by my side for eight years.

    Eat radish pickles with me.

    Imagine the future together.

    For me, she has done a lot of work.

    And for eight years, I gave her nothing.

    Not long after leaving me.  I heard she got married.

    I have not received her wedding invitation.

    No words of blessing were sent to her.

    The day she got married.  I cried for a long time.

    For the first time, I felt so heartbroken that I couldn't breathe.

    I don't have money to drink.

    I can only hide at home, cry like a fool, keep crying

    Crying dry tears, life has to go on.

    I went back to my hometown.

    Do not give up the love of painting.

    I continued to struggle with her dream, relying on my mother's pension of 1,000 yuan to maintain my life with difficulty.

    After many years, I finally became a painter.

    I drew a girl, a girl in a red shirt.  The rich hues concealed her face in a brilliant light.

    "Why not draw a girl's face?" Many people asked me after seeing that painting.

    "Because that light is her face."

    Later, we also met.

    She is already a mother of two children.

    I didn't ask her if she was happy?

    Do you regret leaving me?

    She just simply congratulated me.

    I didn't tell her.

    Because of her, I persisted in my dream.

    I never loved anyone else because of her.

    That girl.

    It was my most beautiful dream when I was young (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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