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Glimmer in the Dark Twilight completely swallowed the Wugang skyline as thick white mist surged from the sea, coiling around the blue bricks and black tiles of the Old Town District, wrapping the entire network of alleys in a hazy gray-white shroud. Shen Zhiyi was curled up on a folding chair in her studio. She had been in this position for nearly three hours, her body as stiff as a forgotten statue. The digits on the electronic clock on her desk flickered. 23:17. The red light was particularly piercing…-
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Besieged on All Sides Tear stains formed faint salt crusts on her cheeks. Shen Zhiyi crouched by the easel until her legs went numb before she braced herself against the floor to slowly stand up. The scent of turpentine in the studio was diluted by a heavy sense of grievance. On the desk, the sketches blurred by tears curled up in a corner, looking as tattered as her current state of mind. She didn't dare delay. The midnight deadline Shen Jiale had set was like a sword hanging over her head, drawing…
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Harsh Demands The warm light of the studio still carried the faint scent of turpentine. Lu Wanheng's profile was just beginning to take shape on the paper. The ochre pigment on the tip of the brush sat on the edge of the paper, not yet having time to blend into the hazy texture of Wugang. Suddenly, the old phone on the corner of the desk erupted. The sharp ringing pierced the rare silence of the studio, causing Shen Zhiyi's hand to jerk violently. A sudden ink mark slashed across the center of the paper,…
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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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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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