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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…-
141.5 K • Ongoing
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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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141.5 K • Ongoing
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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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141.5 K • Ongoing
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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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141.5 K • Ongoing
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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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141.5 K • Ongoing
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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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141.5 K • Ongoing
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A stranger at the end of the world When Lu's father learned that Lu Wanheng had escaped from house arrest and was frantically looking for Shen Zhiyi, he was reviewing the Lu Group's quarterly report in the study.He slammed the report on the table, the fine mahogany tabletop made a dull sound, and his eyes were filled with overwhelming anger.After all, this daughter, for that woman, challenged his bottom line again and again, trampled on his majesty, and even gave up her identity as the heir of the Lu…
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141.5 K • Ongoing
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Put pen to paper and end love After Zhou Xi left, the mess in the apartment was like a broken picture, which stung Shen Zhiyi's eyes.The trampled photos, the paintings scattered on the floor, the empty wardrobe, and the gold-plated engagement invitation all silently declared the death of her love.She collapsed on the ground, crying until she was exhausted. Her tears had long since dried up, leaving only a numb hollow, as if all her soul had been sucked away. The shadow of severe depression once again…
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141.5 K • Ongoing
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