Chapters
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The fog has cleared and you are gone too The sea in Qingchuan is always shrouded in a thin layer of fog every year in late autumn and November.It's not the heavy fog that can't be dissolved in Wugang, but the misty fog that brings the coldness of the mountains. It's like the brushstrokes often seen in Shen Zhiyi's paintings during his lifetime. They are light and shallow, but they can penetrate into the softest places in people's hearts. This day is Shen Zhiyi’s death anniversary. Lu Wanheng woke up…-
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Relive the rest of your life The charity art exhibition "Fog Harbor Without You" came to an end in the heavy fog of Fog Harbor. The month-long exhibition received tens of thousands of visitors.The papers and pens in the message area were changed batch after batch, and the dense writings covered the entire exhibition board. There were regrets, touches, encouragements, and countless people's understanding and empathy for patients with depression.Lu Wanheng stood in the exhibition hall every day, watching…
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The moment the wooden door opened, warm yellow light wrapped in the faint scent of turpentine and watercolors rushed out, creating a sharp contrast with the damp, cold fog outside. Lu Wanheng looked up and immediately locked onto the portrait on the easel in the center of the studio, her footsteps instinctively halting. On the canvas, she stood in profile against the backdrop of the Wugang skyline half-hidden in thick fog. Cold gray tones defined the silhouette of her suit, the shoulder lines sharp and…
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Return to the old room The old town of Wugang is still the same as in my memory. The bluestone road has been polished by the years, the arcades on both sides are covered with moss, and the old tea restaurant on the corner still smells of pineapple oil.Lu Wanheng dragged a huge suitcase, which contained all of Shen Zhiyi's drawings, painting tools, and the off-white urn - she finally decided to take Shen Zhiyi back to the city where they first met. The studio she was looking for was on the third floor of…
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Daisy as inscription There is always fog on the beach in Qingchuan, especially in the early morning. The mist is like a transparent veil, covering the rocks and beaches, and even the sound of the waves becomes gentle and distant.Lu Wanheng chose such an early morning to hold a burial ceremony for Shen Zhiyi.There were no guests, no joy and sorrow, just her, holding the small, off-white urn, walking step by step towards the hillside by the sea. Living on a hillside facing the sea, with a wide view, you…
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Bad news and thunder Lu Wanheng has been in the seaside town under the jurisdiction of Qingchuan City for seven days. She learned this from a private detective. In these seven days, she visited almost every street and every corner of the town.I get up before dawn in the morning, carry a stack of missing persons posters, and post them along the seaside trail, from the fishing port in the east of the town to the old neighborhood in the west of the town. I buy a rice ball at a roadside stall at noon, and…
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141.5 K • Ongoing
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Sad and dissipated Qingchuan is usually shrouded in thick fog in winter, but on this day, the sky was surprisingly clear.The sun penetrated the clouds and shone on the rocks on the seaside, refracting the dazzling light. Shen Zhiyi was sitting on the rocks, and his back was soaked with cold sweat. There was a familiar tightening feeling in her heart, as if countless thin needles were densely piercing her heart muscle, accompanied by a dull pain that made it difficult for her to breathe.She subconsciously…
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Searching for people thousands of miles away The wind in the foggy harbor brought a salty coolness, rolling up Lu Wanheng's sweaty rags on his forehead.Carrying a half-person-high canvas bag filled with thick missing person notices, a few spare paintbrushes and a badly worn sketchbook, she walked heavily out of the bus station in the last coastal town.This is the seventh city she has visited since leaving Wugang, and it is also the last place around Wugang where traces of Shen Zhiyi may be hidden -…
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141.5 K • Ongoing
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lonely heart The sea in Qingchuan always carries a refreshing silence.Especially in the early morning of late autumn, the mist is like cotton wool that cannot be dissolved, wrapped in the salty sea breeze, spreading over the rocks and the beach, turning the entire coastline into a hazy grayish white.Shen Zhiyi was sitting in this fog, with his back against a rock smoothed by the waves, drawing paper spread out on his knees, and a sharpened charcoal pen in his hand, the tip of which hung above the paper…
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Lacking wounds alone The van bumped along the winding mountain road for seven hours. Shen Zhiyi leaned against the window and watched the scenery outside the window gradually change from the reinforced concrete of Wu Port to rolling green hills and stretches of rice fields. What finally came into view was a blue coastline shrouded in mist.The driver parked the car on the side of the road and pointed to a group of low buildings not far ahead: "Girl, Qingchuan is here. The beach house is in the alley in…
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