sick white moonlight

That night, He An and Luo Shaohui made a promise.

It was a ten-year contract.

Ten years later, if he is still the same, then come to him.

Of course, He An also set a ten-year deadline for himself.

He wants to do what he wants to do, and spend ten years doing what he didn't accomplish in the last world.

He wanted to go out, to see the world, to places he had never seen before.

In his whole life, he has never sought anything grandiose. The only thing he wants to do is to read books in his spare time, do the work he wants to complete, and go where he wants to go.

Finally, early that morning, as he was preparing for the next phase of his research in his apartment, he received a call.

"He An, I'm ready." The man on the phone said.

He An was really stunned, he didn't expect that he really made this call on this day.

In fact, although he has not paid much attention to his affairs in the past few years, he was invited by several domestic industry historians of the same period to hold a meeting last year, and he has heard about his affairs.

It can only be said that he has changed a lot.

In recent years, he has contacted himself less and less frequently, even the last time he returned to China, the two did not meet each other.

Of course, He An is really busy, especially in the past few years when he changed places of residence in Europe quite frequently.

Regarding the ten-year agreement between them, he never mentioned it again, and neither did He An.

Between them, it is good to be acquainted friends and contact them occasionally in their free time.

As for the others, He An didn't particularly care.

Some things cannot be forced.

Fate is such a thing, in fact, it is never clear.

It's a good choice to get together and get together.

On the phone, the man continued, his voice was not as relaxed as the previous few times, on the contrary it was too steady and calm.

"In the past five years, I was hesitating and persevering. I was wondering if I could give up other things for you."

"My career, my pursuit, my achievements, I have paid so much in the first half of my life, can I just leave it behind, and then choose to live another life with you? For me, it really needs to be considered .I don't want to regret, I don't want to disappoint you. I have seen too many times when I was deeply in love, but then everything was wiped out by life, leaving only tired couples. That kind of result has never been what I want to see."

"You are right." He An replied, "Actually, I am a boring person. My life will always lack passion and surprises, because it is firmly grasped by me and basically remains the same. Moreover, I can give you There's never enough, there's always only so much..."

"You don't need to say anything else." The man said quietly on the phone, "You just need to open the door."

After the door opened, He An received a tight hug with just a daze.

The man leaned on himself, buried his head low, and said aloud.

"Just now I was wondering if you would not open the door."

"In fact, I always feel that you won't accept me anymore, obviously you have been waiting for me all this time."

"I used to feel that work was too tiring, but a few years ago I discovered that I actually like that kind of challenge. For you, I was afraid that it was just a novelty. After the novelty, there is nothing left. .I don’t have the face to face you like that.”

He An didn't speak.

In fact, he didn't pay much attention to the original agreement.

Ten years, how many decades are there in life, and how many decades can I stay in this world.

He An even felt that he was cruel.

For him, it is his whole life; for himself, it is just a short memory and experience.

This ten-year contract is so unfair to him.

Are you waiting for him?Not really.

If he didn't come, He An would actually feel more at ease.

Wouldn't it be better to forget about that night, that time...

But now that he chose to come, it seemed that there was something extra, a bit heavy on his body, and his heart was even more complicated.

……

He An never thought that this man would actually abandon everything he had ever had, and turn to chase what he once said was his childhood dream, so he picked up that paintbrush again.

In fact, they did travel through many remote small countries together in the next few years.

He An originally thought that this person should be unbearable, but he never thought that he never complained, he just cared about himself blindly, worrying that his body would not be able to bear such a difficult journey.

In these years, he has drawn quite a few paintings, and He An never expected that his paintings are so meticulous and exquisite to the extreme, and every small corner is handled just right.

It turns out that this person is indeed quite talented in art.

At the beginning, he always smiled and said to himself that he was just a joke, for his own amusement.

Now it seems that he is always so self-effacing in front of himself.

Even the market for his paintings is still very good. I don't know if it's because of the dramatic contrast between his previous experience and his current choices, or some other reason.

Luo Shaohui loves to paint scenery, whether it is a bustling city or a remote and dilapidated countryside, he will make these scenery into his paintings from a special angle.His paintings are realistic yet flexible, with astonishing brushstrokes, and there is always a faint gray-blue tone in the paintings, which is a very special style.

But he has never painted He An, or the face of this body.

He An also heard this person ask about his original appearance.At that time, what He An said was very easy.

It's just a simple six words.

"I don't know, forgot."

The man froze for a moment, turned around and looked up at himself for a long time.

Then came over, just put his arms around himself, and didn't speak in silence.

Later he drew a picture, in which there was only one figure from the back, which was the figure of a man.

Many years later, when the painting was hung in his gallery for display, many people asked to buy it, but he never agreed, but refused one by one.

When others asked him who he painted, he just smiled and said nothing.

Someone asked him why he never painted figures, only landscapes.

He only said that the scenery is very beautiful.

The words in my heart were never spoken.

He also painted figures, but he only wanted to paint him.

Draw the real him.