Song Moqing, who was influenced by the movie, had a sudden idea. He pulled Su Jie up from the sofa and dragged her to the studio. Then, he dug out every can of paint and poured it into the oil drum, just like Luan Yihong in the movie, splashing it as much as he wanted. Su Jie smiled helplessly as she watched Song Moqing happily 'destroy' the environment in the house. She also imitated Song Moqing and dipped her hands in paint, enjoying the familiar taste.
When he was tired of playing, Song Moqing fell to the ground and panted." I didn't expect paint to have a venting effect…" After saying that, he chuckled heartlessly with Su Jie. Suddenly, she turned her head and asked Su Jie," Little Jie, why haven't I seen you draw for so long?”
Su Jie's laughter stopped abruptly, and her eyes turned red. Song Moqing looked at the strange Su Jie and felt that something was wrong.
The silent Su Jie sat up and turned her back to Song Moqing." I don't have the right to draw anymore…" Her tone was bleak, and her lonely back made Song Moqing's heart ache.
Song Moqing took a minute to digest this shocking news and slowly asked," What do you mean, not qualified! Jie, what do you mean…"
"Three years ago, my right hand was injured by a bicycle, and my ligaments were broken. After the reconstruction, the doctor said that it was because of the accident that the ligaments had become weak, so he could not use his right hand for a long time. If he did not pay attention and caused the ligaments to collapse again, his right hand would be disabled.”Su Jie still had her back facing her and didn't move.
"How could you be so careless? The hand is a painter's life. Why didn't you pay more attention?!”Song Moqing pulled her over and scolded her with heartache.
Su Jie turned around with tears all over her face. Her eyes became even more red and swollen from crying. She pounced on Song Moqing and hugged his neck tightly, crying like a child. "She thought my mom was a street vendor, so I broke up with Duan Wenxuan. I didn't intend to provoke her at first. I thought that it would be fine as long as I didn't hit or scold her. But she was so angry that she pushed me away, and then the bicycle fell on my arm. After that, I did as she wished and left Duan Wenxuan without saying anything. Until now, he still thinks that I approached him because of his family's money. It was as ridiculous as a TV series! " I've always thought that I'm pretty cool…" She smiled conceitedly, but Song Moqing didn't feel happy at all.
"I thought I was stupid enough, but you're even more stupid than me.”Song Moqing patted Su Jie's head and said with heartache.
She could guess that the 'she' Su Jie mentioned was Duan Wenxuan's unruly mother. She remembered that Tang Yu and Duan Wenxuan were very close when they were in University A. Therefore, the four people who were not familiar with each other gradually became familiar with each other. Before she left, Su Jie and Duan Wenxuan weren't in a relationship. It probably started after she left.
Speaking of Duan Wenxuan's mother, Song Moqing only felt that she was a model of the upper class." Dressed in branded clothes, he walked with his head held high and his chest puffed out. His nose and eyes were raised to the sky, and he had a commanding tone to everyone. For her to do such a thing, it was really 'natural.' However, after he left, something like this happened to Su Jie! She couldn't believe it. Only then did she remember that when Su Jie first moved in, she had proposed to sell paintings for Su Jie, but Su Jie rejected her. Now that she thought about it, it wasn't that Su Jie didn't want to draw, but that she had lost the ability to draw. Having known Su Jie for so long, she knew that Su Jie's obsession with painting was even deeper than hers. She must be extremely unwilling to give up on painting!
"Do you still miss him?" Song Moqing looked gently at Su Jie in his arms and asked softly.
Su Jie nodded silently. Song Moqing rubbed Su Jie's short hair." I know. I know that feeling…"
Love could cause death or rebirth. She and Su Jie were the same. They were obsessed with a relationship that could not be realized and would not forget it for a long time. They were obviously heavily injured, but they refused to surrender to fate. Why?
Because of that love, their lives had once blossomed into beautiful flowers, making their originally dull youth shine brightly. Although after the brilliance, what was left was endless sadness and pain, they still believed that love had truly appeared in their lives. Because she didn't want to forget that nostalgic feeling, she chose to stay in the past. The reason why we are unwilling to bid farewell to the past is just to comfort ourselves that we have not been abandoned by happiness!! It was precisely because they were all like this that even if they were single, they could live with a clear conscience.
As the saying goes, love is the blue of melancholy, and love is the bright red.
However, the person he loved the most did not understand this feeling. No matter how bright the red was, it could not make up for this painful void. As the saying goes, a good wind blows the dream far away, and the blue water reflects the sky. If the butterfly does not understand the heart of spring, who will the flower be attached to?
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