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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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Wugang Nuanju In the morning in the penthouse apartment, I am always gently awakened by the river breeze and morning light in Fog Harbor.Lu Wanheng was used to opening her eyes at six o'clock on time. The person in her arms was still curled up on the pillow, her hair was rubbing against the hollow of her neck, her breathing was even and long, and her fingertips were gently holding the corners of her pajamas, like a kitten craving for warmth.She carefully pulled out the arms that were pillowed under her…
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Painting Every Moment On the third day after officially establishing their relationship, Lu Wanheng pushed a custom mobile easel and led Shen Zhiyi by the hand into the high-end penthouse apartment overlooking the river. Fingerprint entry and access control activation were completed in one go. When Shen Zhiyi pressed her fingertip against the lock and heard the soft beep, the last remnants of unease in her heart were completely enveloped by a steadying warmth. This apartment had been Lu Wanheng’s…
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The fog dissipates, the light arrives. After the final full-process rehearsal before the art exhibition ended, the lights at the Riverside Art Center dimmed one by one. Only the warm light above the center piece, Cold Light, remained, falling quietly on two overlapping figures. Shen Zhiyi packed up her color cards and brushes. Just as her fingertips touched the drawing tube, her wrist was gently grabbed. The grip was gentle yet firm, with no intention of letting go. Lu Wanheng stood by her side. She had…
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Parting Ways on a Rainy Night The residual dampness from the storm clung to the bluestone pavement along with the cold wind, weaving the recently dispersed fog back together. Milky white vapor rose from the river and drifted ashore, wrapping around the eaves, window frames, and streetlamps of the Old Town District, turning all of Wugang into a hazy ink wash painting. Shen Zhiyi’s figure turned into the narrow alley of the art studio. The black wooden door closed with a creak, shutting out the car’s…
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The Painted Shadow The thick fog felt almost physical, clinging stickily to Lu Wanheng’s suit sleeves. The silk lining was chilled by the dampness. With every step, her high heels crushed the puddles on the bluestone slabs, splashing fine droplets and creating a rhythmic, cold sound in the silent alley. Her gaze never left that floor-to-ceiling window. The oil painting inside was half-hidden by the mist, like a dream veiled in gauze, creating a strange sense of detachment from the surrounding…
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Lingering Heart Fog The setup for the Riverside Art Center exhibition dragged on until evening. After checking the hanging height of the last frame, Shen Zhiyi rubbed her aching neck and walked out of the art center. Outside, the fog was so thick it seemed inseparable. The grayish-white mist swallowed the river view in the distance, blurring car headlights into halos of light. Electronic traffic screens scrolled with red warnings: the Riverside Expressway was completely closed, and several main roads were…
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Lingering Fog Shen Zhiyi told Lu Wanheng the whole story of Su Man’s custom illustration request under the lights of her studio. She did not embellish, complain, or offer any subtle hints. She simply organized the chat logs, the requirement drafts, and the meeting times and locations into clear text. Along with her prepared rejection message, she sent it all to Lu Wanheng. When she sent the message, her fingertip hovered over the screen for a long time. In the end, she only added one extremely…
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