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Shen family shock In the cultural and creative district of Wugang Old Wharf, the warm breeze carries the salty smell of the sea water. The handicraft shops along the street are hung with a dazzling array of accessories. The sun shines through the gaps in the sycamore leaves, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground.Shen Zhiyi held Lu Wanheng's hand, their fingertips intertwined, and their pace was slow. She had just come out of the illustration material store, holding a stack of custom-made drawing…-
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Hidden eyebrows Winter nights in Fog Harbor are always wrapped in a damp and cold wind, and a thin layer of water mist condenses on the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the penthouse, dimming the lights on the river into blurry spots of light.Shen Zhiyi was lying on the painting table on the balcony, the tip of his pen hanging on the manuscript of the "Evening Thoughts" series. He did not drop it for a long time, but his eyes drifted towards the entrance hall unconsciously. The clock on the wall was…
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Standing proudly against the frost The phone vibrated in my pocket, and text messages from the bank system popped up one after another. The cold words were so painful that my eyes hurt: the account ××× under your name has been frozen, the payment stop has taken effect, the registration of real estate property rights restrictions has been completed, and the joint credit card limit has been cleared.Seven or eight accounts, three core properties, and all associated secondary cards were frozen by the…
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Watching Flowers Through the Fog Three hours after the black sedan left the old alley, there was still no sign of the thick fog dissipating. Instead, with the afternoon tide, it wrapped around Wugang even more densely. In Shen Zhiyi's studio, the faint scent of turpentine mingled with the salty dampness of the sea breeze, flowing slowly through the cramped space. She squatted before her easel, holding a small weasel-hair brush between her fingertips, meticulously detailing the halo of the lighthouse in…
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Strict order to return home The regular meeting of investment bank executives on Wednesday had just ended. Before Lu Wanheng could look through the new drawings sent by Shen Zhiyi from the studio, the special assistant knocked on the office door solemnly, placed a sealed brown paper bag on the table, and said in a very low voice: "Mr. Lu, the urgent mail just received from the same city has no sender. The front desk said it was delivered by hand. You'd better take a look now." Lu Wanheng's fingertips…
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Relatives approve When Lu Wanheng parked the car on the boulevard in the mid-level villa area, Shen Zhiyi's fingertips were still gently holding the skirt, and the light apricot knitted suit was pinched into shallow wrinkles.She turned her head and looked at the person beside her. Lu Wanheng was wearing a simple off-white suit. His expression was still calm, but the knuckles holding the steering wheel were slightly white. There was even a trace of imperceptible nervousness hidden in his usually calm…
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The lack of heart gradually fills up Shen Zhiyi was lying on the painting table on the balcony, and her fingertips gently rubbed the hand-painted bookmark that Lu Wanheng carried with her. The foggy blue cardboard glowed with a warm light, and the tassels hung down on the watercolor painting, blending with the brushstrokes of the "Evening Thoughts" series.The Wugang River outside the window was sparkling, and the sound of Lu Wanheng cooking sweet soup came from the kitchen. The aroma of cinnamon and snow…
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Bookmarks to keep in mind On the third day after returning from sketching at the pier at the weekend, Shen Zhiyi was nestled on the lazy sofa in the balcony studio, flipping through the couple's book filled with photos and drawings, running his fingertips across the rough watercolor paper, and a tender thought suddenly came to his mind.She dug out the remaining fine-grained cardboard and used scissors to cut it into a palm-sized rectangle. The edges were polished smooth and rounded. She picked up a…
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Picking up light at the pier The foggy harbor on the weekend fades away from the hustle and bustle of the working day. The mist on the river surface is crushed by the morning light and sprinkles on the wooden plank road of the pier, glowing with a warm light.Lu Wanheng deliberately turned down all social activities and work, held Shen Zhiyi's hand, carried a backpack full of painting supplies, and walked into the fireworks of the old pier in the early morning sea breeze. This was the first time the two…
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in your name On the third week after moving into the River View Apartment, Shen Zhiyi officially set up a new roll of rough-grained watercolor paper in the center of the easel, and wrote two clear and small characters - "Wateful Thoughts". Each stroke contains puns that only she and Lu Wanheng can understand: It is Wan Heng’s Wan, and it is the meaning of Zhiyi; It is the gentleness of the night, the determination of the intention; What's more, the long night of fog in Hong Kong has cleared, and the…
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