The Perfect Hidden Marriage

  412, a painting full of rooms: he misses his bones, pains his bones, and never forgets (to see)

  The door is still that door, the living room is still that living room, and the studio is still that kind of studio.

  The old scenes are in sight, and the familiarity is so exciting.

  It's been more than two years, and there hasn't been any change here.

  Oh, no, it's always a little different.

  For example, there are more paintings in the studio.

   "These are my father's paintings, and my mother's paintings are all..."

  Xiao Xiao introduced him like a little master, but her expression was a little sad:

"My mother, lost in an accident more than two years ago, and even the body was not found. Dad was sick for a while because of this. Later there were more paintings here. My mother is very beautiful... Teacher Pu , Did you say..."

  Speaking of the last little show off, Park Xiang’s nose was sour and his eyes became moist.

   "Well, it's beautiful."

  Piao Xiang responded gently, watching.

  Watching one by one.

  The thoughts carried in those paintings almost overwhelm her.

  The first painting, painted during the 2014 Spring Festival, titled: Missing.

  On a huge piece of drawing paper, there are three pictures like this:

  On the first article, eight-year-old Xiao Su Jin is sitting in the flowers, looking at the wild flowers in full bloom, the corners of the small lips, how proud it is.

In the second part of   , sixteen-year-old Xiao Su Jin is holding a swing and dancing, his drunken smile is lightly in the night breeze, and the stars in the sky are all overwhelmed.

  In the third chapter, the 26-year-old Da Su Jin is in the flower field with a snow-white cat in her hand. She is beautiful and charming.

  The three paintings are lined up. Below, there is a beautiful lower-case character. The inscription is a representative work of Qing Dynasty poet Nalan Xingde: "Qinyuanchun·Floating Life".

  Floating in a flash, so fateful, how can you forget it when you hover? Remember that when embroidering the couch is idle, blowing red rain, carving the corners, and leaning against the setting sun. The dream is so hard to keep, the poetry can't continue, and win a deeper cry. With the remains, Ling Biao turned around, but didn't allow him to take a closer look.

  Re-searching for the blue sky, short hair, and frost in the morning. In the heavens on earth, the bond of dust remains unbroken, the spring flowers and autumn moon, the touch is still hurt. I want to make preparations, and shake it down, two mandarin ducks are cool separately! I am helpless, and the sound of rain is drawn out of the ileum.

In the poem   , Nalan mourns his death in the form of a dream, and feels extremely sad. He sighed that his beloved wife died prematurely, recalled the past love scenes, and recounted the pain of losing his wife. His feelings were extremely sincere and mournful.

   used in this painting, the artistic conception is so fit.

  She said gently, and her nose suddenly became clogged.

  The second painting is completely fictitious: Su Jin’s long hair is high, and Tingting Yuli, dressed in a beautiful white wedding dress, hooks out all of her charming and graceful figure.

   By the way, she was still holding a bunch of elegant bouquets, standing on the stairs of their villa, smiling and beautiful, bright eyes flowing, beauty is unimaginable...

There is an inscription under   : On March 26, 2014, Xiao Su, today, we get married, and tonight, is our bridal chamber flower night... Is it okay to dream?

  At that moment, there were tears in her eyes.

   Fortunately, her expression was completely covered by the mask. Otherwise, Xiao Xiaoran would definitely ask: "Mr. Pu, what's the matter with you?"

  On the third painting, it is the coffee shop where we first met on a blind date. The table next to the window on the 9th table is empty, there are only two cups of coffee, and there is white gas, and everything is silent under the light.

There is an inscription under   : The first anniversary of the blind date: Jing is still there, I am still, how about you? Where are you? But remember that we made an appointment to come here to sit on this day of the year.

  On the fourth painting, there is a birthday cake and a shadow he casts on the wall. The birthday candles were burning and swaying, and the shadows folded their hands and prayed.

There is an inscription under   : My birthday wish, Xiao Su, it's good to be back.

  ……

  On the seventh painting, there is another virtual painting environment: Su Jin has long hair hanging down, a light-colored cheongsam, and tenderly looking at the newborn child in her arms, standing on the edge of the cradle...

  The big picture, in the blank space, is a line of cursive script, like running clouds and flowing water, showing a bit of madness. It is another ancient noun of Nalan Xingde: "Golden Haze·Feelings on the Day of the Dead Woman’s Death": 

  When is this hatred. The weather is dripping with empty steps, cold and rainy, and flowers are buried in the weather. Three years of long-term soul dreams, it is a dream that should wake up for a long time. The material also feels tasteless in the world. Not separated by the dust of the night platform, it is deserted and a place of sorrow. Chai Tian's appointment was actually abandoned.

  If there is any Pisces from Chongquan. I know him well, who has leaned on him for years of pain and happiness. I turned around since midnight, and listened to Xiangxian and reorganized. To be settled, he knows his life. I'm also afraid that the two of them will die, and then they will be saved by the fate, and there will be no wind in the moon. The tears are gone, and the paper is ashes.

  The date is January 2, 2016. Two full years have passed since January 2, 2014, but the miss... is still that strong.

  ……

  Piao Xiang stared blankly, really wanting to find a place to cry.

  He misses his bones, pains to the bones, if he is devilish, he will not forget, so stupid, so stupid...It's so stupid that it hurts to death...

   "Mr. Park, Ms. Park..."

   A tender, a little distant voice, yelling.

  Who is Teacher Park?

  She also became idiot, became stupid!

  She only knew that she was the dead person, and no longer remembered who was Teacher Park!

  Hand, but at this moment was affected.

   A stream of warm heat passed over.

   She looked down, a little hand held her, and along the little hand, she saw Xiaoxiao’s confused look:

   "Mr. Park, what's wrong with you?"

  Yes, now, she is Pu Xiang, the person in the memory, long gone.

   "Oh, nothing, there is dust in the eyes... There seems to be dust in this room..."

  She went to open the window.

  After the cold wind blew in from outside, her mood improved and her mood calmed down. When she looked back at Xiao Xiaoran, her expression had become calm, and she asked gently:

   "Xiao Xiao's father is so good at painting, why doesn't Xiao Xiao let your father teach?"

   "No way... Dad is too busy. Sometimes people are looking for someone at home on Saturdays and Sundays...

  "When he was free, he just wanted to tell a story to me and didn’t want to paint...

  "Grandma said, Dad would only go in to paint when he missed his mother so much...The more you paint, the more bitter you feel...

  “So, I don’t ask my father to teach me, I just ask my father to be the same as before, with a smile on his face every day...

  "You don’t know, my dad used to make mom laugh when he was facing mom...

   "Now, unless I amuse him, he will smile, and the smile is very insincere... Hey..."

  The little girl raised her head like a little adult.

  These few words are like needles, and they hurt people.

  Piao Xiang touched her little head, and immediately comforted:

   "Mom has passed away, Dad will definitely be sad for a while, when there is a new mother, Dad will laugh again..."

   "But I only want Su Jin's mother, what do you say?"

  This question really made Piao Xiang unable to answer.

   "Oh... Teacher Park, you said, how can death happen in this world. My biological mother is dead, and my mother Su Jin is also dead... Why should we die?"

  Xiao Xiao was just over seven years old, but she already felt this way. It can be seen that what happened two years ago really hit her hard.

  Piao Xiang didn’t know how to comfort her, so he squatted down and hugged the little girl who had become a little sentimental...

   "Xiao Xiao, this world is like this.

   "Birth, old age, sickness and death, that is the law of nature, because life is so fragile, it is precious, and we need to cherish it.

"So, every minute and every second of ordinary life, we should face it... do more meaningful things, so that when we get older and remember, we will feel that my days are not wasted... ...I am not ashamed of myself..."

  For such an age, is it a bit too heavy to discuss life and death?

  In this case, Xiao Xiao may not be able to digest it.

  Look, the little girl stared blankly, for a long time she couldn't get back to it.

   But another voice intervened in their conversation:

"well said."

  Pu Xiang raised his head, but Xiao Xiao turned around and rushed over, making a crisp cry:

   "Grandma!"

   is Jin Yuan, looking at her with a pair of sharp black eyes:

   "Hello, this is Xiao Xiao's grandmother. I heard that you are good at painting."

  "Hello. I'm not good at it. I just like to paint. I learned a little when I was young."

   Pu Xiang said softly, staring greedily at the dear elder.

   "It's a good idea to let my idiot love him, and to attract people who teach Xiao Xiao to paint at home. It's not bad to come to paint."

The tone of    fully demonstrated her recognition of her son's vision.

   "That's Mr. Jin showing love."

  Piao Xiang replied respectfully.

"What's your name?"

  Xiao Zhinan also walked in, staring at her with frowning eyebrows.

   "Pu Xiang."

  She replied.

  Xiao Zhinan stared into her eyes and asked faintly:

  "Ms. Park, why are you still wearing a hood and a mask when you are indoors. Don’t you think this is very disrespectful to people?"

  I don’t know why, as soon as Xiao Zhinan saw these clear eyes, he gave birth to an unpleasant feeling:

  Intuition that the arrival of this woman may ruin the marriage of my nephew.

  Inexplicably, she was in trouble.