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'Xiao Wei', that's Zhang Zhen's handwriting.

When he wrote her name, he liked to use beautiful artistic fonts. He insisted that she was unique in his heart, even when writing her name, he would be very serious and never act carelessly.

It can be seen that the word has been newly traced, and the layers of traces are stacked together, which is particularly distinct compared with the surrounding dim-colored ceiling.

Where Zhang Zhen is sitting here, Zhou Wei's name can be seen by looking up.

She was dissatisfied that he would rather spend most of his time sitting in the 'study' creating, but she didn't know that he could see her name when he looked up. The only action that can be done outside.

Zhou Wei's expression began to loosen for a moment, she paused for a while, and the mobile phone on the table suddenly rang.

The call was from Zhang Zhen's parents. They asked her when she could pack up her son's belongings and prepare to come to pick them up.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Wei started to pack up the things on the table. Under the drawing, there was an unsigned letter with no sending address and no recipient.

She opened the envelope curiously, the letter was written by Zhang Zhen to herself.

He was about to say goodbye to his former self.

In the past, he took an illustration job, taking care of his interests and hobbies, but he had less time to spend with her.

He works harder than many people, and the traces can be seen from these thickly stacked drawings. He is eager to succeed and give Zhou Wei a better life. Whenever he is trapped in this world and feels tired and boring, he always He will look up at Zhou Wei's name written by himself, which will bring him infinite motivation, as if she is still by his side, urging him to continue to go down, so that he cannot give up.

But the dream runs counter to the reality. When he tried to get closer to the dream, he got farther and farther away from Zhou Wei.

One day, when he found that his girlfriend had nothing to say to him, it wasn't that he didn't find the crux of the problem.

She is romantic by nature, and likes to be surprised and touched, but he is introverted and not good at words.

One day, when time wears away the sweetness and emotion that had existed between the two of them, and it was only calm like a wave of stagnant water, he suddenly began to feel sorry for her.

In his letter, he mentioned that at the beginning of their relationship, she smiled softly and sweetly. To him, that smile was like sunshine, shining into his heart and unforgettable.

When one day that ray of sunshine was covered by long-standing dark clouds, all that remained between her brows and eyes was haze and exhaustion.

So he is going to change himself, just like what Zhou Wei thought at the beginning, find a job, and the two of them will work hard together.

This also explained that a few days before his accident, he always mysteriously disappeared.

In his old computer, he sent many resumes.

He put away his precious paintbrush, never ordered sketch paper online, but made a list of things she had liked, but he didn't expect that he passed away before his wish was fulfilled.

She was eager to find other things he left behind. She opened the things he left behind, a mobile phone in a bag. After the accident, the police found it at the scene. The screen had been broken, but it was still usable. .

The password of his mobile phone has been the same for many years, and it is her birthday.

When he turned on the phone, Zhou Wei found that in the text message he received two days before the accident, it showed that he had withdrawn a large amount of money a few days ago, and he didn't know where it was spent.

He didn't buy a lot of things recently, and he didn't even mention spending money before the accident, which made her very curious.

She asked Zhang Zhen's parents, and the two sad old men knew nothing about it.

She guessed if something happened to Zhang Zhen, she was in urgent need of money, or lent the money to some friend.

Zhou Wei thought for a long time, but still had no idea.

She felt that she couldn't go on like this anymore, and she should end up with the past.

When Zhou Wei came to the West Lake where the two often came to at the beginning of their relationship, she recalled that when the lanterns first came on, the two had a quarrel here.

That was the only loud argument between the two, and his character was so dull that he couldn't even speak, which made her even more hysterical.

When she left in a taxi, he stood behind with a look of powerlessness on his face.

The more memories there are, the more distinct Zhang Zhen's original blurred image becomes in Zhou Wei's memory. She seems to have regained the sweet feeling of the past. How resisted.

She came to West Lake, where he had sworn that he wanted to exhibit his works in an art gallery here.

When she came to the art gallery along the cobblestone path, she remembered the scene when she and Zhang Zhen came here in the early years.

At that time, he was still young, and his expression was not as tired as later. His brows and eyes were full of vigor and longing:

"I hope that one day, my works can be filled here for everyone to appreciate."

She couldn't help laughing and said:

"The master's works are only endowed with unique value after the master's death." After she finished speaking, she smiled and coaxed him:

"But don't be discouraged, even if others don't watch it, I will definitely watch it with you that day."

The two were laughing and laughing at the time, and they were still inseparable at that time, and later they gradually stopped talking about dreams because she resisted.

Naturally, Zhang Zhen never said that he wanted to fill the art gallery with his works, and the two of them never came to this art gallery together again, so the vows she made at that time naturally no longer counted.

People who came out of the art museum looked at her with surprise and surprise in their eyes. She was immersed in her own memories, so she naturally didn't take other people's eyes into consideration.

When she stepped into the art gallery, Zhou Wei was stunned.

There are large and small paintings hanging here, all of which are of her.

There are her sleeping, her smiling, her unhappy and sullen, and her meditating.

It was as if she had entered a wonderful world, filled with her shadows, and mirrors seemed to hang around, reflecting every different face of her.

These are Zhang Zhen's paintings, but she never knew that he would paint so many of her and put them in this art gallery.

Each painting reads: The love of this life, please marry me as a wife!

She trembled uncontrollably, when she thought that love had been destroyed to death day after day, when she thought that he didn't understand romance and love, when she thought that there was only habit and peace left between the two of them, when she thought that love was just It's like chicken ribs, but I forgot the sweetness when I first tasted it.

At the beginning of their relationship, he once said that he would propose to her in the most special way, but later in the process of dating, he didn't even speak romantic words, she always thought he was a liar, when he had already forgotten I made the oath, but I didn't expect him to keep it in my heart.

It turns out that love has not disappeared, it is just locked in a corner of her heart by her, suppressing it and preventing it from appearing.

Those things about his love for her did not ring in her ears through his words every day, but were shown in life and trivial matters through his bits and pieces.

When he no longer clings to complaining about him, those subtle things appear very clear.

He gets up early to cook for her, he makes coffee for her when she works overtime, he carefully puts bookmarks on half of the books she has read, when she comes home, her slippers are always placed in the most comfortable position, and there is always a cup at home, etc. her hot water.

When the person in charge of the art gallery arrived, he recognized her, and said what Zhang Zhen had confessed, and mentioned that someone wanted to buy a painting.

But Zhou Wei couldn't hear anything clearly. After Zhang Zhen's funeral that day, the sadness and tears she had been holding back all the time suddenly broke the embankment. She cried like a heartbroken child.

Third update~~~

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